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Yesterday I ended up in the hospital's urgent care because of the heat. I was fine in the morning. Up in Jackson doing laundry my bra got pinchy. By the time I got home My entire left torso is one giant mass of red vessicles that burn and itch. I'm like a) heat rash b) shingles.

But it doesn't look like shingles because it's not in a dermatome. It's meandering everywhere. They gave me a steroid/antimicrobial cream and it knocked out most of the redness so it's not shingles. Damn you heat! I've never had a heat rash this bad. It was so weepy my shirt got stuck to me (gross I know). I can't wear a bra for the next several days.

I went to trivia night in spite of it. We came in second to the M.Ds (most of the doctors from the local hospital). We had fun anyhow.

Today I walked out the door without my lunch even after spending several minutes packing it and setting it next to my shoes so I won't forget it. Sigh.

I also got the clockwork steampunk tank and that beautiful black dress from Pyramid Collection. I have conflicting emotions. Both are very nice. The dress isn't quite as lovely on me as in the catalog, partially because it's those double sizes and my actual size is attached to the smaller size and it's so straight i thought it would be too tight. I like the dress (in spite of the cost) so I'll keep it.

My problem is, my weight is steroid driven. So I'm much thinner through the shoulders and chest so in sleeveless items (both of these are) the armpits dip WAY too low so I'll have to alter them (or showcase more than just a little side boob).


I'm having trouble ending Hyperion's Son because the characters don't want to say goodbye. Keep in mind in spite of owning a few Angel dvds (do I have S4? I need to go look!) I can barely remember some details. Then I fell down the youtube hole looking at fan vids. If nothing else this one really sums up Angel and Connor's relationship for me.

THe one I drove home under was SO bright. I kept staring at it, thinking I'm going to die driving this way. Not that I'd hit a car. I'm on rt 32 after all and I'm the only car for miles. Deer on the other hand...It's a beautiful moon even if it is drowning out the meteor shower.

And keeping me awake. Haven't slept well in days.

Of course the heat is helping. My nails are coming off their beds and the skin peeling off my hands and feet. I so hate summer.

I had considered going to Columbus tomorrow and spending the night so I could go to the fair and then to the Irish fest on Saturday. The sunday paper had a huge collection of fair food coupons and I was totally up for that, running around eating crap (I've never seen them do that before) but a) is my stomach up for that, judging by it's reaction to one milkshake (half price at Sonic's) the answer is no and b) I have to have the ultrasound on my breast tomorrow and won't even leave here until like 4-4:30. Yeah that would put me there at 6 ish but eh I've been gone for days coming home late so I'd rather go be Irish for a day and bake my brains out.

I missed 2 ultrasound appts thanks to weather and stupidity on my part. However, this cyst/tumor whatever it is is big and painful so I know they'll be able to find something tomorrow and I'll be sore afterward so it's for the best I stay home.

This is cool

Day 30 of the ‪#‎radicalselflovejuly‬ meme ‪#‎tbt‬ the best day ever. Sadly I don't have a picture of that. It would be the day I got my doctorate. Well one of the best days anyhow. How do you pick out the very best day? So how about a reunion picture for that day?

Is just how sick the heat makes me. Leave off the fact that it makes my skin peel off for a moment. I can live with that pain. But even a few minutes in the heat makes me nauseated to the point I can hardly stand up. Worse, it makes me so tired I can barely function. I honestly wasn't sure I was safe to drive home today. It's Ninety-two freaking degrees today with high humidity. I was so freaking sick. I KNEW that living in Florida would suck for me but desperate times and a generous offer from evil_little_dog made that choice for me. ELD and silvrethorn will tell you just how many outdoor events they were forced to abandon me under a tree because I was too sick to go on from the heat.

I thought the southwest would be better but after living there a month, the longest month of my life, I was proven wrong. I was just as sick and I thought I would be at least able to breathe because it wasn't humid. Nope. It was worse. Turns out I was allergic to everything Tucson is. 23 years later I've never been back. I was more sick in the desert than I was in the swamp (never saw that one coming). worse, with all due respect to my friends who live and love it, the southwest is pretty much my hell. Not green enough. Not cold enough.

And now I have to go back down there. You know that's why I don't even care I have just ONE full day to explore San Antonio. It's going to be 5 days of me praying for A/C (and going out at night). I couldn't go out in the day much anyhow. At least I know that and won't be too disappointed if I don't get to see much.

I just wish it wasn't Florida in Ohio right now. I went out early this morning (after Mom called me to taunt me about it being hotter here than the Carolinas and Florida) to my garden. He left NOTHING. He even managed to dig the blades into the ground and pull up plastic. I can't save any of my perennials because outside of the spirea, one rose and one yucca I can't tell where ANYTHING is. Okay I can see what used to be daylilies. Sigh.

Ever get the thought in your head that goes 'what is it about me that can kill a conversation?' I'm not talking about saying something controversial or anything. It's just that I've noticed that a conversation is going full tilt and I say something and it's deader than a doornail and I'm like wtf did I say wrong?

And I think a lot of you might be interested in this link, especially a2zmom and sholio, it's some meta not just about the new Avengers movie but on Joss's writing in general. I'm not a huge fan of meta as a rule (well to write it, I guess) but this article pretty much wrote it for me. I don't see Joss as a great feminist writer, never have and this article really hit a lot of my concerns and dislikes about both Firefly and DOllhouse Joss Whedon and women


And from my friend, ES, Sounds like a very cool series

Hey look Happy Post. Every time The Chopra center offers a free meditation challenge, I take it because I'm cheap and if it's not a class like setting, I admit it, I slip. I shouldn't. Today was day one and in fifteen minutes of meditating I felt so much better. I try to keep it up and in 2010 I did it for a year then my surgery came I started slipping and now I admit it, I lapse every time. I have poor self control.

It feels good to feel good. I've been stressed as you know and I haven't mentioned it but I'm having a flare up of my PCOS ( TMI, otherwise known as your body is giving you the finger )

Points to icon. That says it all. The sun was horribly bright and it was as humid as FL out there today. Then it RAINED just as I wanted to leave the office. Speaking of the office the weekend rain came through the ceiling but by some miracle it missed the desk and the new computer and the book shelves so good. That was luck.

Nielsen (as in Nielsen ratings) called me over the weekend and want me to do another survey for them. whee.

I'm catching up with Casshern Sins along with Deadman Wonderland. WTF is this even about? It's like low rent animators want to do fight scenes with no real storyline other than he killed the sun called Moon (Huh? seriously?). Also is it humanyly possible to even follow Bleach anymore?

Also the cats agree with me summer sucks. They are lying like the dead being very LOOOOOONG and making me step over them because it takes too much energy to move. We're lucky I'm still clothed typing this because I'd really like to be naked right now. And on that image, I'll leave you

so unexpected that I didn't know about it until I got to the post office. The storms knocked out power to the whole area down there and it just came back on around 11. (the mystery package was my book on healing spices, fastest I've ever seen a book come from them). I get to the school sure enough, no classes even though power was back (that was a bit premature closing the whole college for a few hours of powerlessness).

So no lab test, no 6 hour lab no way of making it up.

Let's see if I can be productive here.

Also this heat and humidity blows. With my hair cut short I'm starting to look like Roman frescos. Seriously check it out, I look like Sappho just don't ask for a photo of the current carnage that passes as my hair.

I DID just have to take a bunch of photos of my armpit for the surgeon to look (in lieu of a 200 mile trip to have them say yeah just wiggle the stitch out with your fingers)