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Still here, still plugging along. Who knew 2021 was going to be like a reboot of 2020 where time means nothing? The weather has finally started edging into autumn which is such a relief, but we had so much rain in late summer that the trees are still really green. It's a bit of a cognitive whiplash.
We got D an appointment with the Super!Funny!PainDoctor, who bebopped into the exam room, listened for about 30 seconds, said words to the effect of yeah, that's a pulled xyz muscle, let me tell PT to work on it and bebopped back out with a promise that if PT didn't work in two weeks, he'd fire up the magic needle.
Well, I mean, he didn't use *exactly* those words, but that was what was communicated. He retains the title of Our Favorite (and Really Freaking Good) Doctor out of this whole mess. PT is, in fact, working for the back pain, and I think the new neuro has drugged the muscle spasms into oblivion--and undrugged the one weird side effect, but there's still one last thing that we haven't solved with his core feeling like it's crunching in on him. Possibly more PT? ugh, I'm so tired; I don't even know.
At some point here, I mentioned that I'd started rescheduling all the appointments I hadn't had in years b/c of all the other dreck that's been going on, and so far everything has come back with the right (ie, non-malignent) answers, though I did have to go do the extra!special!diagnostic mammograms + ultrasounds. I get to go back in 6 months for a reboot there, too. I also have new glasses, which is v. v. exciting. I still have a few more appointments at the end of this month, which will probably spin out some referrals through the rest of the year, but I'm going.
Also, I kinda started back with therapy, more to manage all the stress of the last few years than to dig into all the shit of the past. Like, I'd like to be able to figure out more valid boundaries when *everything* is critical and I'd really like to not explode into a raging, sarcastic bitch b/c I've reached some limit that I've been ignoring. Stuff like that. ::shrug:: I love the woman I'm working with; I trust her to hear me and to understand all the shit that's coming down on life these days. We'll see how it goes.
So, my company is in the process of being acquired for an *eye-poppingly* large sum of money. They apparently want people to stay on so they are teasing bonuses and stock grants with varying vesting timeframes. The rumor mill has reached a fever pitch and is just exhausting to have to deal with. My most (where 'most'=='LEAST') favorite corporate buy-out was memorialized on Dilbert for being so absurd; we'll have to see where this plays out. It might actually affect the date I have in mind for retiring, but I'm not going to know that until January 2022 at the earliest, so I'm trying not to think about it.
The best thing that's happened is that L & the other Beach Week moms kidnapped me to Hilton Head, where I didn't have to do anything but sit in the hot tub and put on the (super comfy but still cute) dresses they had for me to go to dinner. It was pretty awesome not to have to think about anything other than whether I wanted coconut rum in my Dole Whip float or if I wanted to go with the spiced dark rum on that run to the snack bar. At some point, I'll get a few pictures up on Insta. (scenery only prob)
Reading has been at a total standstill lately, with about a dozen books going back to the library with maybe 20 pages read in each. Even at HH, I couldn't summon the focus to even read graphic novels. The only saving grace has been a run of Elizabeth Peters' books that I read in the 70s and 80s that are available w/o purchase on Audible. The narrator for the Included In Your Membership versions is not the best, but she's good enough for keeping my brain from spiraling while I do the dishes or dust or whatever. I still have 13 books on hold at the library, trying to figure out what might work, so maybe this logjam will break? I hate not being able to read; it makes me cranky as shit.
The other good thing is that I've cracked 30k words on the Darcy/Bucky slow-burn romance fic and sort of know where I'm going next with it all (all in the quest for the HEA that my brain always demands.)
So, yeah: waiting in the eye of the storm, still rated on the Teen end of Mature (though at some point I could see this going over hard into Explicit, because, myGOD but they are taking this slowly and when something finally gives, I feel like it's going to go nuclear.)
We got D an appointment with the Super!Funny!PainDoctor, who bebopped into the exam room, listened for about 30 seconds, said words to the effect of yeah, that's a pulled xyz muscle, let me tell PT to work on it and bebopped back out with a promise that if PT didn't work in two weeks, he'd fire up the magic needle.
Well, I mean, he didn't use *exactly* those words, but that was what was communicated. He retains the title of Our Favorite (and Really Freaking Good) Doctor out of this whole mess. PT is, in fact, working for the back pain, and I think the new neuro has drugged the muscle spasms into oblivion--and undrugged the one weird side effect, but there's still one last thing that we haven't solved with his core feeling like it's crunching in on him. Possibly more PT? ugh, I'm so tired; I don't even know.
At some point here, I mentioned that I'd started rescheduling all the appointments I hadn't had in years b/c of all the other dreck that's been going on, and so far everything has come back with the right (ie, non-malignent) answers, though I did have to go do the extra!special!diagnostic mammograms + ultrasounds. I get to go back in 6 months for a reboot there, too. I also have new glasses, which is v. v. exciting. I still have a few more appointments at the end of this month, which will probably spin out some referrals through the rest of the year, but I'm going.
Also, I kinda started back with therapy, more to manage all the stress of the last few years than to dig into all the shit of the past. Like, I'd like to be able to figure out more valid boundaries when *everything* is critical and I'd really like to not explode into a raging, sarcastic bitch b/c I've reached some limit that I've been ignoring. Stuff like that. ::shrug:: I love the woman I'm working with; I trust her to hear me and to understand all the shit that's coming down on life these days. We'll see how it goes.
So, my company is in the process of being acquired for an *eye-poppingly* large sum of money. They apparently want people to stay on so they are teasing bonuses and stock grants with varying vesting timeframes. The rumor mill has reached a fever pitch and is just exhausting to have to deal with. My most (where 'most'=='LEAST') favorite corporate buy-out was memorialized on Dilbert for being so absurd; we'll have to see where this plays out. It might actually affect the date I have in mind for retiring, but I'm not going to know that until January 2022 at the earliest, so I'm trying not to think about it.
The best thing that's happened is that L & the other Beach Week moms kidnapped me to Hilton Head, where I didn't have to do anything but sit in the hot tub and put on the (super comfy but still cute) dresses they had for me to go to dinner. It was pretty awesome not to have to think about anything other than whether I wanted coconut rum in my Dole Whip float or if I wanted to go with the spiced dark rum on that run to the snack bar. At some point, I'll get a few pictures up on Insta. (scenery only prob)
Reading has been at a total standstill lately, with about a dozen books going back to the library with maybe 20 pages read in each. Even at HH, I couldn't summon the focus to even read graphic novels. The only saving grace has been a run of Elizabeth Peters' books that I read in the 70s and 80s that are available w/o purchase on Audible. The narrator for the Included In Your Membership versions is not the best, but she's good enough for keeping my brain from spiraling while I do the dishes or dust or whatever. I still have 13 books on hold at the library, trying to figure out what might work, so maybe this logjam will break? I hate not being able to read; it makes me cranky as shit.
The other good thing is that I've cracked 30k words on the Darcy/Bucky slow-burn romance fic and sort of know where I'm going next with it all (all in the quest for the HEA that my brain always demands.)
So, yeah: waiting in the eye of the storm, still rated on the Teen end of Mature (though at some point I could see this going over hard into Explicit, because, myGOD but they are taking this slowly and when something finally gives, I feel like it's going to go nuclear.)