tarotgal

It's really amazing how much more I can get done when I feel good on a day. Last week was crappy work-wise. My coworkers kept giving me HUGE projects and expecting them to get done immediately, which is humanly impossible. And then they kept missing deadlines which made me miss deadlines and I HATE MISSING DEADLINES. There's the word "DEAD" in there. You'd think people would take those more seriously. I stayed late 3 out of 5 days last week until long after the cleaning crew had come and gone from the building. Thursday I was out for 8 hours on SL so that I could go to doctors appointments but there was SO much to do at work I actually ended up going to work at 3pm and staying until almost 10pm that night. So much for a simple 8:30 to 5 that I'm supposed to be doing (yeah, that's right, I have to work 8.5 hours a day because we get half an hour for lunch--which I use to drive home and pee so I don't have to use the bathrooms at work that overflow whenever they want to, because that's just plain icky).

Anyway, I felt like crap at the end of the week (I blame my period, mostly). And Friday, when I finally got home, I didn't feel like doing anything--not cleaning, not writing, not even watching TV. Saturday, likewise, I didn't feel like doing much. I tried eating something that only hurt my tummy a little... but I spent 5 hours today regretting that decision. Stupid decision.

Despite the stomach discomfort for hours today, I still managed to get a lot done. I suspect being able to sleep for 9 hours helped me feel better as well. Here's what I did today:

• Finally finished the Lord of the Rings fic I've been wanting to write for 2 years now


• Did 5 loads of laundry


• Finished unpacking from Seattle


• Made two artist trading cards


• Finished four other swaps


• Ran the dishwasher


• Finished reading a book I started last month


• Read a fic draft & sent back feedback


• Cut down about 5,000 emails from my inbox


• Watched a lot of The Following and finished another year of vlogbrothers videos

Of course, there was a LOT I wanted to do that didn't get done. And I accidentally stepped on one of my necklaces and I'm not sure my repairs are going to work (so I made negative progress there). I'm very sad about that. And there's a present I wanted to work on but after doing one of the swaps my hand hurts too much and I need to give it a break.


Everyone think snow, okay? I REALLY want a snow day tomorrow so I can get more done! There's a Sam & Dean fic that popped into my head during my library volunteering shift yesterday morning that I want to flesh out and write down.


PS- Dentist was no help. They fitted me for a mouth guard which they said will help, but I don't think it will. Also, getting a mold done of my teeth is possibly my #1 worst memory from my childhood. And having it done again made me panic and burst into tears and the whole rest of the day I was so jumpy and on edge and I fucking hate uncontrollable phobias. I just hate them. There is so much of which I am not afraid (I'm the bug person at work; even some of the guys in the office call me so I can get their bugs/spiders out of their offices LOL). But when there's something that freaks me out, it freaks me the hell out.

PPS- The nurse practitioner I saw after that, however, was possibly the best person I've ever talked to in the medical profession. She took the time to actually LISTEN to what I had to say. And she didn't try to offer a quick diagnosis or solution, which is what everyone I know--medical or not--seems to want to do; no one really wants to listen to me explain the problem in detail to try to figure out what is really wrong. Until now. So that was really, really nice. She's got no clue what's wrong with me (I only told her three of the many things that are wrong with me; I thought that was enough for one visit LOL). But she's sending me for X-Rays for two of the three and she wants to see the results from my GI's office and consult another GI about the. So we'll go from there. I'm feeling so much better about that. It was nice that someone finally took the time to really try to understand what was wrong. And if this is just something I have to live with forever because no one ever figures out what it is, I'm starting to think I'm okay with that. In the meantime, I'll just keep experimenting with a new food item on the one day a week I can do so. Note to self: tomato sauce is officially on the "whatever you do, don't ever, ever eat this again" list.

PPPS- Snow snow snow snow snow. C'mon snow!!!!!!

Title: Not Speaking
Author: tarotgal
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None, Gen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not my characters. Not my paycheck.
Summary: Dean and Sam are too old for the silent treatment, but that’s exactly what they’ve found themselves doing.
Notes: Snow drabble written on my snow day—March 17, 2014

( Not Speaking )




End note: If I ever get suspected for grave robbing, the police will find "how to dig up a body through frozen ground" in my search history. Thanks so much, plot bunny. You're all cute and cuddly and innocent-looking, and now look what you made me do!

End end note: I wrote this while finally watching Salmon Fishing in the Yemen. Of which I totally adored every second (there was even some almost-singing from Ewan as he recited some song lyrics from a song now stuck in my head that, mercifully, did not make it into the fic LOL).