lilairen, posts by tag: day day - LiveJournal

Three things make a post.

1) We have been approved to adopt catlings. It's about six months since we lost Len, and we decided it was time to start looking. We will be bringing home a pair of black youngsters, and we are trying to decide if we are also going to adopt a Holstein cat as well.

2) I have made formal plans for next ink.

3) The BIG IMPORTANT THING:

My short story, "Delayed Exchange Deferred", will be appearing in the Zombies Need Brains, LLC anthology, The Death Of All Things. The TOC will be coming out real soon now, so I don't know who all I'm sharing pages with yet, but the company website says "It will include short stories by multi-award winning and NYT-bestselling authors Stephen Blackmore, Aliette de Boddard, Christie Golden, Jim C. Hines, Jason Hough, Faith Hunter, and Fran Wilde."

So, you know, if you're just dying to read my take on playing chess with Death (and yes, they are playing the Ruy Lopez opening, that is not a spoiler), that's where you can go to get you some of that stuff.

The book can be preordered here.

You guys, this is my first professional sale. (ZNB hits the payment benchmark for professional sale for SFWA though I don't think they're officially recognised as a qualifying market from a quick glance at the site.) Also: also. Also! I did the thing! rasfc folks, y'all know I've been wanting to do the thing! I did the thing!

Originally posted at http://kiya.dreamwidth.org/674457.…, where there are comments.

Just hit 'send' on submitting a short story in response to an SFWA-qualifying anthology CFS.

I hope they like it.

For, um. The values of the word "like" that are appropriate for that story, which is... not about things one likes.

So if I'm designing a workspace I might as well look into ergonomics and such, right?

... turns out that the near-ideal ergonomics for me using the laptop, from everything I've found, are basically the ones that result when I prop myself up in bed with the computer over the edge of the lap desk thing.

(Like I am now.)

I find myself suspecting this means I should make the primary focus of the desk the crafting usage and the tablet usage rather than research and writing...

I have a mediocre hip.

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Or, more briefly: ow.

Goodbye to the sweetest, most loving, stupid charming cat I've ever known.

I'll write more later.



artan_eter and KJ are going out to dig his grave.

Grave goods include catnip, a handful of kibble, and the red twisty off the top of a gallon of milk.

He shed on me one last time.

really call for this sort of icon, really. And fortunately, last night Finch@DW gave me one.

Ah, XKCD 386, you are what you are.

I seem to have a working computer again. Maybe.

But I cannot get any of my email. I cannot even get into webmail on the account I've had since 1999. The domain I pay for is mysteriously not doing email at the moment and I haven't had the spoons or time to try to tech support this and.

I am perhaps not entirely in my best functionality, as having everything I use for routine asynch communication out is not exactly unstressful.

Got two achievments in Banished while I was trying to patch my machine. Then had a meltdown.

Waiting for mail program to finish patching and maybe smething will work again. Maybe. Somewhere.

The downside, of course, to having a piece accepted to an anthology is the part where I need to assemble a coherent author bio.

(I'm wondering now if I do this more at the moment because of the relapse.) But in any case, one of the things that loops in my head on and off is "How to talk to the doctor about how I feel."

One of the phrases that keeps popping up in search of refinement is, roughly, "artan_eter put me on the standard herbal treatments for this in TCM. This has helped me a lot, so I am merely tired, cranky, forgetful, and in a lot of pain." (artan_eter commented that he would consider "this is a vast improvement, bringing me up to barely functional" to be important medical data as a health care practitioner....)

The interesting/frustrating/undescribable thing about the relapse is, okay. A lot of this stuff I thought was basically normal, that I was just not good at dealing with the normal price of being an embodied entity. That other people just didn't want to complain about the aches like I did, because they had some higher level of stoicism or endurance or something. That other people just Protestant Work Ethicked their way out of the exhaustion and the memory lapses and other stuff.

And a more-or-less year with none of this being a significant issue means that I have had a vision of a world where this crap isn't actually normal. Which means that it's worth being angry about the pain, about the mind fog, about the everything, because I don't have to live this way.

Other people aren't just not wusses about how hard it is to stand up, some of them actually have working knees. Other people actually can remember things they need to do for more than a minute per reminder, even. It's not just that I'm a special-snowflake self-absorbed flaky jerk, it's that these are symptoms of the sort of nonconsensually suicidal body I have.

I am all full of italics. But.

Perhaps the facts that 1) my knees have, after an uncertain amount of time in which they were not bothering me, once again become awful, 2) my bizarre acne patterns, which had cleared up, have returned, and 3) I am too tired to deal with anything ever, might possibly be related to the Epic Medication Dwamas that meant that I had to swap to a different brand.

(Knee problems: very common Hashimoto's symptom, at least according to the internet. YET ANOTHER MYSTERIOUS DISABILITY THING that boils down to the whole 'apparently I've been trying to kill myself for twenty years and I'm just bad at it, but not as bad as the medical system is at treating it' deal.)

Why do I not have a thyroid/Hashimoto's/whatever tag? This is a grievous failure of categorisation.


(ETA: Possibly also heartburn. I am wondering how many of my mysterious minor disabilities/physical inconveniences boil down to this damn thing, and how many I will be reminded of while I once again try to make my medication work for me.)