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Sep. 2nd, 2012 11:43 pmI thought that I ought to post something every once in a while - I don't actually read Dreamwidth all that much, instead I read everything cross-posted to LiveJournal. And then I remembered that there may be comments here that I wouldn't see, so I read my friend's list here. It looks as though most folks still comment at LJ (except for those reading the Viking-era Norse entries!)
I don't have any big news, or dire, or exciting. This means that I haven't been posting much. I'm still struggling to get the World of SCA Heraldry* straight in my head, a frustrating occupation with the foggy-mind interference set up by the Gleevec-therapy. "Cancer brain", they call it. I am holding onto April 2014 and the freedom of memory that it promises. I can't wait to be able to think clearly again, and to have some sort of energy and enthusiasm. As the therapy progresses, my physical strength lessens along with my stamina and my brain-power. I can deal with being a weakling if I wasn't a stupid weakling too! And the heat - boy, I can turn into a raving wildwoman if I talk about what the weather has been doing to me. So I try to stay quiet and not end up sounding like "hypochondriac Auntie Hrothny".
Don't get me wrong, my mind & energy does return to me occasionally. For a few hours, or even a day, but that is in bits and drabs during a long month.
I've been introduced to a new set of stories, by Laurie R King (that "R" is important since there is a Laurie King who appears to basically write porn) about a protagonist named "Mary Russell", who meets Shirlock Holmes when she is a 15-year-old orphan and they strike up a friendship based on mutual admiration for their (separate) intellects. Crime-solving and all that, with very swift repartee. I've really been enjoying the tales. Too much so, actually, as I keep buying the books when I should be checking them out from the library. But the early novels at the library are in paper form and so far I've reached the end of each novel in the middle of the night - Barnes & Noble's Nook-sales have no store-hours, and thus the checking account keeps getting a knock on the chin. Ah, but at some point I can lend them to my husband, or my protoprentice (apprentipod), who will both gobble down the stories. And at some point, my reading of the series will catch up with the ebooks at the Library and I can check them out in the middle of the night, like a normal book-fiend.
I've been losing weight since the end of February. I'm down 40 pounds now, and at some point it may even show - the trial of being a tall fat woman is that it takes an enormous amount of weight loss to even *register* on one's figure or face. Conversely, that also means that one can gain a great deal of weight before one's clothing begins to get tight, so that's bad if you aren't paying attention. Yes, I am still wearing the same clothes I wore when I started the weight loss. They are marginally looser now, but not enough to warrant (warrent? I hate not being sure which form to use) changing into a smaller size. It is coming, though, soon I think. My pants have been getting more and more loose after wearing them for a while and soon I'll have to switch to the smaller sizes I have piled in the "someday" shelf of my closet. And my newest pair of shoes are a 'medium' width rather than the 'wide' that I once bought. Now if only I could fit into women's shoes as comfortably as I do men's!
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*I was near-to-ready to call it quits after a day featuring receiving one really bad accusatory email message, a "how long do you want this job because I have people waiting to take your place" phone conversation with my Kingdom-boss, and a series of comments on OSCAR from someone who really should have commented on the problems before the items left our kingdom rather than waiting until they were up for Laurel decision... all normal stuff, really, but it all came as I was hitting one of the physically-draining 'reactionary' days in my treatment-cycle. (I spent a few days sick & in bed... even had to leave our 25th Baronial anniversary early to go back to bed). Coming to my rescue was a previous Laurel SoA, who said, "If you have a 70% acceptance rate, you're doing fine. 80% is good, and 90% is great." Well, then, I'm wavering between 80-90, so I'm not so worried any longer about what kind of job I am doing. The two previous folks in my position were "OMG amazing!" and "Please, replace this person!", so I had no real scale to judge my performance on. "SOmewhere between them" doesn't really give me an idea of scale, you know? Especially since I have very little "professional" knowledge of SCA heraldry. Up until a few years ago, I had (largely) ignored it unless a friend needed help researching something they wanted that the Kingdom heralds said they couldn't have. (And yeah, generally, I could work something out so they walked away happy and the thing got registered.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, I feel better about things now and can relax a bit on the 'you're too stupid for this job' mindvoice. That may help me relax enough to work out a study-guide for the dimwitted me, so I can actually _learn heraldry_ rather than just deal with the administrative end of the work.
I don't have any big news, or dire, or exciting. This means that I haven't been posting much. I'm still struggling to get the World of SCA Heraldry* straight in my head, a frustrating occupation with the foggy-mind interference set up by the Gleevec-therapy. "Cancer brain", they call it. I am holding onto April 2014 and the freedom of memory that it promises. I can't wait to be able to think clearly again, and to have some sort of energy and enthusiasm. As the therapy progresses, my physical strength lessens along with my stamina and my brain-power. I can deal with being a weakling if I wasn't a stupid weakling too! And the heat - boy, I can turn into a raving wildwoman if I talk about what the weather has been doing to me. So I try to stay quiet and not end up sounding like "hypochondriac Auntie Hrothny".
Don't get me wrong, my mind & energy does return to me occasionally. For a few hours, or even a day, but that is in bits and drabs during a long month.
I've been introduced to a new set of stories, by Laurie R King (that "R" is important since there is a Laurie King who appears to basically write porn) about a protagonist named "Mary Russell", who meets Shirlock Holmes when she is a 15-year-old orphan and they strike up a friendship based on mutual admiration for their (separate) intellects. Crime-solving and all that, with very swift repartee. I've really been enjoying the tales. Too much so, actually, as I keep buying the books when I should be checking them out from the library. But the early novels at the library are in paper form and so far I've reached the end of each novel in the middle of the night - Barnes & Noble's Nook-sales have no store-hours, and thus the checking account keeps getting a knock on the chin. Ah, but at some point I can lend them to my husband, or my protoprentice (apprentipod), who will both gobble down the stories. And at some point, my reading of the series will catch up with the ebooks at the Library and I can check them out in the middle of the night, like a normal book-fiend.
I've been losing weight since the end of February. I'm down 40 pounds now, and at some point it may even show - the trial of being a tall fat woman is that it takes an enormous amount of weight loss to even *register* on one's figure or face. Conversely, that also means that one can gain a great deal of weight before one's clothing begins to get tight, so that's bad if you aren't paying attention. Yes, I am still wearing the same clothes I wore when I started the weight loss. They are marginally looser now, but not enough to warrant (warrent? I hate not being sure which form to use) changing into a smaller size. It is coming, though, soon I think. My pants have been getting more and more loose after wearing them for a while and soon I'll have to switch to the smaller sizes I have piled in the "someday" shelf of my closet. And my newest pair of shoes are a 'medium' width rather than the 'wide' that I once bought. Now if only I could fit into women's shoes as comfortably as I do men's!
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*I was near-to-ready to call it quits after a day featuring receiving one really bad accusatory email message, a "how long do you want this job because I have people waiting to take your place" phone conversation with my Kingdom-boss, and a series of comments on OSCAR from someone who really should have commented on the problems before the items left our kingdom rather than waiting until they were up for Laurel decision... all normal stuff, really, but it all came as I was hitting one of the physically-draining 'reactionary' days in my treatment-cycle. (I spent a few days sick & in bed... even had to leave our 25th Baronial anniversary early to go back to bed). Coming to my rescue was a previous Laurel SoA, who said, "If you have a 70% acceptance rate, you're doing fine. 80% is good, and 90% is great." Well, then, I'm wavering between 80-90, so I'm not so worried any longer about what kind of job I am doing. The two previous folks in my position were "OMG amazing!" and "Please, replace this person!", so I had no real scale to judge my performance on. "SOmewhere between them" doesn't really give me an idea of scale, you know? Especially since I have very little "professional" knowledge of SCA heraldry. Up until a few years ago, I had (largely) ignored it unless a friend needed help researching something they wanted that the Kingdom heralds said they couldn't have. (And yeah, generally, I could work something out so they walked away happy and the thing got registered.)
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, I feel better about things now and can relax a bit on the 'you're too stupid for this job' mindvoice. That may help me relax enough to work out a study-guide for the dimwitted me, so I can actually _learn heraldry_ rather than just deal with the administrative end of the work.
