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lizblackdog) wrote2007-01-10 02:34 pm
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Stupid bloody Tuesday
so I was supposed to get up early this morning to be at the doctor's. I tried to go to bed early, I really did, but I haven't fallen asleep before 5am in two months and my body clock wasn't about to start now. I lay in bed listening to Big Finish audio dramas for three hours before giving up and drinking coffee instead. That was much easier than actually waking up from sleep at 0830 would have been.
Doctor thinks I probably don't have a DVT, but he agreed the risk factors and symptoms made it a good idea to make sure. Attempted a blood test, but I never had cooperative veins even before I turned them into masses of scar tissue and they defeated him completely. So he's sending me to have my leg scanned, which will stop my mother worrying without the need to stick any more needles in me. Huge relief. Don't ask why or how someone who can't even look at the damn things managed to be an IV drug user because I have no fucking idea. I make no sense.
Spike hates me because leg + lack of sleep meant I couldn't face a proper walk with a ball game today, but he successfully picked the tuggy out of my pocket while we had our short walk round the block. That cheered him up a lot. Must find someone to take a vid of Spike in full blown tugmonster mode. He's scary as fuck, all whirling and snapping teeth and bouncing effortlessly to eye-level. I love him so.
Squish is singing along with the Beatles. Weird bastard. Me, I'm going to bed. Night all.
Doctor thinks I probably don't have a DVT, but he agreed the risk factors and symptoms made it a good idea to make sure. Attempted a blood test, but I never had cooperative veins even before I turned them into masses of scar tissue and they defeated him completely. So he's sending me to have my leg scanned, which will stop my mother worrying without the need to stick any more needles in me. Huge relief. Don't ask why or how someone who can't even look at the damn things managed to be an IV drug user because I have no fucking idea. I make no sense.
Spike hates me because leg + lack of sleep meant I couldn't face a proper walk with a ball game today, but he successfully picked the tuggy out of my pocket while we had our short walk round the block. That cheered him up a lot. Must find someone to take a vid of Spike in full blown tugmonster mode. He's scary as fuck, all whirling and snapping teeth and bouncing effortlessly to eye-level. I love him so.
Squish is singing along with the Beatles. Weird bastard. Me, I'm going to bed. Night all.
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Knights Of The Dinner Table had a storyline where I Am The Walrus is filked as I Am The Dice Man, as the chant to summon the god Andy Warhol... Squish can't roll dice, can he? Just checking...
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Sunday, I had to get up at 9am to get to an 11am meeting that's about as far from my apartment as you can get and still be in Toronto. (Taking the optimal route, I can get there in about 90 minutes. Before I discovered the optimal route, it took about two and a half hours.) However, I hadn't gotten to sleep until about 5am, which is why I kept hitting the snooze button (I'd actually set the alarm for 8).
So I was extremely sleep-deprived... but do you think I could get to sleep Sunday night? Nope. Awake until 5 again. *sigh* I've been getting to bed by 3:30 or 4 the past couple of days, but I'm still sleeping until 1pm for some reason. I think that today, it was because the phone rang around 9:30 and woke me up (they didn't leave a message... grrrr), and something woke me up again around 11. Had I been able to sleep completely undisturbed, I probably would have woken up by 11:30 and been able to get up.
So I completely sympathize.
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Here's hoping they figure out what's wrong and fix it quicky and there's no more hurting!
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You and me both. I am the world's biggest baby if I have to have blood drawn or get a shot, but I like needle play and will cheerfully bliss out when someone sticks 50 surgical needles in my back. Go figure.