Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I have the most amazing backache this morn- uh, afternoon. And after reading an article that metahacker linked to, I'm experiencng nausea as well. (Bad enough knowing that members of my species are capable of such things; that it's my government, my country ... )

Friday I was feeling well enough to make an attempt at getting groceries on my own, before resorting to calling on friends for help again. I'm not sure that was actually wise. I did get most of the groceries I went out for (spending more than I should have), but by the time I had checked out and started loading them in the car, I was feeling crappy enough to be a little worried about getting home. I managed to stay on my feet long enough to drive home and put things away, but in hindsight I should've driven all the way out to Petsmart first, for cat food (don't need it urgently, but will if I have a don't-get-out-of-the-house spell as long as this last one again), and figured out from how that made me feel that I should abort the grocery half of the mission and ask someone to bring me groceries later. Oh well, I did get my groceries home, and then collapsed. And I'll have another shot at picking up cat food elsewhen

I'm a bit bummed about not getting out to MTT this weekend. But that probably would have taken more out of me than shopping did.

Sunday ... I spent most of the day wishing I had access to a drug that would make me unconscious long enough to sleep through the worst of how I felt. Bleah. Alas, that wasn't an option. (There's alcohol, but it's not really effective enough; the amount my metabolism requires for that effect frightens me, it would make me more uncomfortable before and after the sleep, and I don't have enough of it in the house to do that -- so I'm not counting it.)

I'm not going to try to get to 3LF tonight, in hope of having enough spoons for HCB on Wednesday; I plan to try to get to 3LF next week.

I've been called an optimist and a pessimist enough times, and confused enough about which direction the half-full/empty glass is supposed to be interpreted, that I'm not really sure which I am, but I'm starting to think that maybe my continued planning based on the idea that however long this bad spell has been going on, "it's gotta be nearly over by now" and "my body has to get back to a more functional state eventually" means either that I'm an optimist after all (or that it's just plain old denial). Anyhow, I'm counting the ability to get out of the house Friday (however unwise that decision may have been) as a hopeful sign.

Hmm. I think I'll put the other thing I was going to mention into a separate entry, so LJ folks don't have to read all of this to get to that. (Readers clicking over here from the fake cut-tag on LJ won't have the most-complainy part hidden under a real cut-tag when they get here, the way anyone reading this journal's recent-entries page or via their friendspage did.)