Jul. 6th, 2009 07:01 pm
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Sometime I forget to post my real-life stuff in here, but I try whenever possible.

So here's some real life stuff. Last night I had a grand mal again, and apparently slammed my head and shoulder pretty hard falling out of the computer chair because now I have a black eye and a temple all bruised, and my shoulder is so tender that you can't touch it or move it much. I bit my tongue, of course.

Jessi was amazing; she held me on my side so I didn't swallow anything I might throw up, and got Emily to call 911, and ...from there we sat in the ER for...8 hours...while I got a CT scan and x-rayed and bloodwork done and generally waited on everything. Everything looked "normal". Fantastic. I wanted to throw up. (I did throw up. It was such a good time, let me tell you.) I'm pretty sure I had another semi-seizure in the hospital. Not a full grand mal, but intense tonic-clonics and myeclonics all over my body, that I was completely aware of. It was...weird. They gave me Atavan for it and it chilled out. I keep wondering why I don't just go on Atavan, because it always works in the E.R.

So then we came home at 9 in the morning and slept until now-ish.

Apparently this time I didn't forget too much of what happened other than the seizure itself, because the last thing I remember before the seizure, was building my Sims house, and that's what was still up afterwards, and by the time I was coming to they were already here to pick me up, and I remember being picked up into the ambulance. And unlike last time the way I fell wasn't impossible from the way I was sitting, so I think I just had a seizure out of nowhere. Fun times. I'm going to have to keep that chair lower so next time I send it flying across the room I'm not falling two feet down.

We, of course, just found out that I'm not on medical insurance anymore, so we're looking at signing me up for Medicaid. I have to email people to let them know that I can't come in for an interview, which really pisses me off because I can't have seizures getting in the way of jobs all the time. Dad wants me to get an epilepsy bracelet. Jessi wants me to drink more water and stop staying up so late and mostly be on the bed if I'm going to be online. That last part I know I should have been doing already, anyway.

This totally killed my "today I'm going to finish my Color Theory class, and meet with RMJ, and finish job applications!!" thing. I can barely get out of bed right now. I get random waves of nausea...definitely a concussion.

Well, enough of this cheery banter. I need to get up a little bit and see how far I can get.
Oh, and food just arrived. Nice soft food that won't hurt my tongue. Maybe I'll eat that and watch some Torchwood.
I love you all <3

crossposted to LJ from Dreamwidth


May. 24th, 2009 11:30 pm
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Ugh. Tonight sucks.

My entire left side hurts for no apparent reason. It started last night with my foot, and now my entire arm (elbow, hand and shoulder) are so sore that I can barely type. It's not carpal tunnel because it's not my wrist - it's the little bones of my hand and my joints, and it's a different hand than usual. I am not pleased.

Especially because I was going to write something for [info - community]contrelamontre, dammit. Well, first I was going to do my Dreamweaver assignment, but I was hurting too bad: then I was going to write something, but I'm still hurting too bad. I still haven't taken photos of my BJDs like I'd planned or done anything with my art journal. I did take pictures of Jess, though, and they're pretty.

Add to that the fact that we're supposed to be moving in like, a week, and haven't heard from anybody about an apartment, and just found out that my parents' apartment doesn't allow people not on the lease to live there (although they think that children probably don't count, but they don't know, and they're not sure about "daughter's lesbian fiancee").

My parents said they were willing to spot us a little more money than they had originally planned to help us get a studio or something, because their house was less expensive than they expected. Which is tremendously generous of them, but still doesn't solve the problem. The whole point was that we were subletting because we need to be there to do interviews -- everyone wants to do in person interviews and applying is easier that way -- and we were giving ourselves a time limit "make it or break it" sort of deal to get jobs, or move in with my parents and apply there.

So the problem with getting our own place is that
(1) We don't have those jobs yet - and almost no money - so getting our own lease, instead of finishing off someone else's, would be almost impossible
therefore, the only reasonable way to live without roommates would be to have my parents sign the lease, or to have them sign as guarantors,
(2)barely anyone does month-to-month or three-month leases, and we don't want to mess around with having my parents signing a 6-month or year-long lease, because if we don't get jobs we can't move out and we've just tied my parents into an extra financial obligation for twice or four times as long as we want to.

And yet, now our plan to be employed and self-sustaining within three months or moving in with my parents in fucking Mamaroneck seems like it's more complicated than just living in Chicago.
Or, you know in a box. Why didn't they check this stuff?

dfasdlkj. I am so stressed out. I have also just typed enough to have written the damn story.

We have, however, hung out with Lacey (and Krista - I wish I was better friends with her, she's cool) twice this week, so that's cool. I hope to get to see other friends this week.

Oh, and I have a cute new haircut. So yay?

crossposted to LJ from Dreamwidth


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