Oct. 17th, 2013

stitchwhich: (Halloween)
I have a pile of paper on the table behind me and a pile of fabric on the table in the kitchen. Both are crying out to get taken care of, and both are going to be time consuming. What I should probably do is alternate between one and the other - but I feel the creative itch (I sort of dreamed about outfits to make with the fabric) so I think the paper is going to be neglected for a little while longer. Can't neglect it too long - it has already gone longer than I've ever let anything go unfinished.

I ordered a new Lego kit a few days ago. It should arrive tomorrow or the next day. I won't be putting it together for weeks, probably, as I work on the stock needed for the Holiday Faire booth. But it will be patient, I'm sure. It's the new Theatre one. I'm not going to be able to get all the kits that I want before they go out of stock, darn it. Lego came out with too many simultaneously and I've just not got the funds. But oh, the decisions. I shall harden my heart and skip the Lord of the Rings & Hobbit ones (sob) so I can continue to collect all of the Castle sets.
stitchwhich: (Cindy-girl)
Pain.

That's what I'm feeling right now. Bossman and I are both confused as to why it is that I don't recognise I have an UTI until long after it hits the point of 'extreme'. I guess it is from living with chronic pain - you get used to shunting it off to the side until it overwhelms. Which, right now, it is close to doing. Luckily I saved the weird little purple pills that treat the UTI symptoms, which should keep me sane and tear-less until the Urgent Care Clinic opens in the morning.

Nine hours. I am, of course, second-guessing myself about whether or not I ought to risk waiting that long or going in to an emergency room for treatment of what is a non-emergency condition. Or is now. Then again - how fast do these suckers worsen to the point of serious? I don't know. For now I'll take the weird medicine and wait (and stay aware of my symptom levels now that I can perceive them)... why do we never notice these sort of things until the doctor's office is closed for the night?
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