Doubling my dose of Toprol did the trick; no more cardiac issues. And no appreciable increase in side effects.
Otherwise, it's been a decent week, healthwise. So decent that I tried to get extra exercise yesterday and, um, no. So I'm very ouchy today.
I described this thusly to my mom: "Imagine you're on a tightrope. No, wait - imagine that tightrope on the ground. Lying in the mud, so you can barely feel it. And you have to walk that tightrope, on your tiptoes. The ground on either side is variable and untrustworthy. In some areas, you can jump off and dance a jig. Some are quicksand. And you have no way of telling which is which. So there's no way you can even be careful. You're always just one step away from a flare, and you never know which step that's going to be."
So that's me, on my tiptoes, trying to dance anyway. In any case, other than the muscle strain from yesterday's exercise, I'm fine.
Story is marinating, gestating. Three at once, actually. Triplets!
Artifacts are arriving! Got awesome stuff from ultra_lilac, aaronace, pharminatrix, and shrijani this week. I'm going to have lots of fun writing these stories...
I am really fortunate to have such gifted and generous friends and readers. We raised over $3,000 last year with just a few auctions and, of course, the writing. Will this be the year we break $5K? I really hope so. Going through the training for BARCC really brought home what amazing work they do - not just helping people in crisis, but working toward prevention. Much to say about that. Probably Monday. Anyway, if you make stuff, do consider being part of this. It's going to kick ass. :)
And yes, I will be making at least one artifact myself...
Pants are bankrupt
So tell me what's been going on in your world.
Last night was her first sleepover night. Between last night's movie night, tonight's dance, and tomorrow and Sunday's trips, I'm spending four days without seeing her. I know, she usually goes to Florida for the summer; I should be more accustomed to being without her! But it's weird having her just half an hour away, and I want to hug her, I want to listen to her talk about all the cool stuff she's doing. *sigh* I miss my girl. But she's having a great time.
As MESSENGER flew past the night side of Mercury in January, its Fast Imaging Plasma Spectrometer (FIPS) scooped up ions from an atmosphere so tenuous that it's usually called an "exosphere." FIPS measured the expected amounts of ions like sodium, potassium, and calcium that had previously been detected in Mercury's exosphere, but to the science team's great surprise there was also water present, and in large amounts. "Nobody expected that. I don't know a single person that did. We were astonished, just astonished," said MESSENGER science team member Thomas Zurbuchen.
STORMCLOUDS OVER THE MIDWAY: Thunder-charged ozone, plum-colored incense smoke, opium tar, and wormwood.
In bottle: Ozone and incense.
On me: Light as air. Somewhat sophisticated, actually.
KNUCKLEBONES: Black musk, bay rum, lime fougere, orange blossom water, gin, and tobacco.
In bottle: Almost entirely the black musk, cut with the lighter notes.
On me: The musk is lightened, but the other notes fail to stand out. This is meh on me.
L'HEURE VERTE: Spilled absinthe, scorched sugar cubes, opium smoke, lilac blossoms, and rose water.
In bottle: ...huh. That *is* scorched sugar. With boozy notes.
On me: Light floral over that sugar-and-booze base. This would be very pretty on someone who is not me.
THE BLOCKHEAD: Rusted metal, leather, and a pop of pink bubblegum.
In bottle: *blink* *blink* Bubble Yum.
On me: Fat pink wad of Bubble Yum. Fascinating.
So most of those did not work, alas. I'm really looking forward to testing the ladies of the Grindhouse, though, and the Wunderkammer... preliminary sniffs of those were very, very promising.
Wearing: Jeans and "Epilepsy: Seize the Day!" t-shirt. Hey, I'm Seizure Lass, I can joke.
Reading: New Space Opera, Clay Shirky's Here Comes Everyone, still slogging through The Fibromyalgia Advocate (useful, but somewhat demoralizing), and about to start Laurie Edwards' Life Disrupted: Getting Real About Chronic Illness in your Twenties and Thirties.
Writing: Gestating, as I said. Two stories getting ready to come out, and one will be considerably longer than my usual; the third referenced above is a significant change to an existing story.
Planning: eustaciavye's birthday brunch on Sunday. Otherwise? Nothing. Anything fun happening this weekend?
What are y'all up to?