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I would like at least one day this month when at least one of my joints (knees, shoulder, ankles) aren’t being being weird and/or hurting.
It’s not even consistent. Top of right ankle last week. Left knee this week. Muscles in top of my right arm have decided to join in - but just randomly. Carry something heavy? Fine. Sit on sofa doing nothing? Nope.
Bodies are truly stupid things.
I get annoyed at those "Suzanne Collins had to write another Hunger Games book because YOU keep missing the point." The "you" is vague and I'm not sure who it is directed at. Society in general?
But also, the trilogy is about Just War Theory. TBOSAS is about the human nature and social contract and SotR is about propaganda.
I think you missed the point if you think she's rewriting the same book.
Yet again I am reading a book that does not have a single edit on Tumblr. And it’s a good book too. Very annoying for the purposes of adding some variety to the edit queue.
Anyway, read The Bone Houses. It’s good.
Ugh why was that so hard? And why is ao3’s formatting garbage? (Probably bc I’m doing it entirely from my phone, but I’m too lazy to import everything now)
Doctors appointment this afternoon can’t come fast enough. Tonsils swollen to the point they are touching each other, and as whenever I get anything with even a bit of a temperature bonus hip pain.
I they hurt worse than the tonsils - at least I only feel those of I try to eat/drink. This is constant. So I’ve had like 2 hours sleep in half hour chunks.
Is paracetamol or ibuprofen touching any of it? Maybe a tiny bit.
What a great way to start the longest amount of time of I’ll have for months.
(At least I’ve got to the point where I’m actually calling the doctors about such stuff rather than toughing it out as I used to do - mainly because I have no desire to repeat the time I ended up in hospital on iv antibiotics for a week)
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Back from the doctors. Tonsillitis, 10 days of penicillin and three days of co codemol.
And the instruction that if it gets worse rather than better to go to a&e as it could be an tonsil abscess requiring immediate iv antibiotics from ENT department.
Let’s hope the tablets knock this on the head
I feel like there’s a common component of mansplaining that people don’t address, and that’s giving the same advice over and over while not actually engaging with the actual speaker’s questions/concerns. Its fucking infuriating.
Dad: “Just make sure you take I-90 when you drive over there.”
Me: *no shit, sherlock, my car got wrecked last time I went there on I-10* “I will definitely on the way there, and my GPS is more likely to send me to go on I-90 this time overall because its a better system. But on the way back, I don’t know the area. If it sends me over and over again to I-10, then I don’t know the area well enough to have much of a choice.”
Dad: “Yeah. Well, just make sure you take I-90.”
Like, THAT ISN’T AN ACTUAL MOTHERFUCKING SOLUTION????? DID YOU EVEN HEAR WHAT I SAID??????
The more a man cares about you, the more likely it is they just repeat shit at you like you’re a moron. Even after you say, “Yes, I know” or give them a good reason why you can’t. It’s as if they think our non-logic filled brains will just do something on a whim, like I’ll take the unsafe road despite knowing better because it’s closer to a shoe store or some shit.
All this “men give solutions when women just want sympathy” ideas are woefully incomplete. We want you to listen to us and not just give solutions at us. Maybe give us half the benefit of the doubt like you give your male associates, not just assume we floundered around doing nothing about a problem until a white knight like you showed up, FUCK.
I am considerably overwhelmed by the day. So much so, in fact, that I've pretty much just given up the notion of actually accomplishing anything of substance or significance, and instead passing the hours on tumblr, reading my kindle, and pecking away at my story.
No one Bad Thing happened, more like a neverending trickling stream of small but pointed annoyances, interruptions, and demands, plus the chaos of an entire law firm filled with people who all seem to be experiencing the same phenomenon. Seriously, everyone has their door closed.
Also my hair looks unbelievably stupid today. Pfft.
