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Well Behind

I think I’m now approaching the milestone of being two whole months behind on blog updates for important (to me, anyway) events like trips, concerts, and fun events. There really aren’t any good excuses to offer for this except that these last couple months have been rough for me. Getting through each day is filled with challenges enough that, by the end, all I want to do is curl up in a little ball.

I’ve still managed to find the energy to consume some media here and there, naturally. After I asked for Sandman suggestions, I went ahead and used a 25% off coupon to order Absolute Sandman Vol. 1 from B&N. I might have stretched it out over five days? Joe’s had to put up with me raving about it, and I’ve gone and gotten Stephanie into it, too. Am currently avoiding ordering Vol. 2 thanks to recent medical expenses, which leaves me waiting desperately for the fiend who checked out “Season of Mists” from the public library to return it. The book was due May 2nd. Are we at the removal-of-body-parts penalty stage yet?

For reasons that still baffle and confuse me, I didn’t hook my Nintendo Wii back up to my television after returning from Cleveland. (Wait. I don’t think I’ve mentioned this here since I’m so far behind: I bought a Wii in New York City. No, I don’t regret it.) Part of it was knowing that I’d have to take it apart again in mid-May when my landlord kicks me out for two weekends and lets strangers live with my stuff. Knowing this, I have instead relocated the Wii to Joe’s apartment, and, at Steph’s urging, started playing Twilight Princess there. I’ve never played a Zelda game before, but I’m enjoying myself so far. I’m always a fan of waving my Wii remote like a sword. (Really. I’m a child, and I know it.)

Classes have wrapped up here, and we’ve transitioned into finals. For the first time in, oh, I don’t know when, I have no finals, no projects, nothing. Except a very large pile of grading that will come my way, oh, next Monday. Luckily, I’ve become rather efficient at grading quickly.

That’s probably enough large blocks of text for you all to stare at for the moment. Suffice it to say that, regardless of what’s going on, I’m still alive.

Project 22 – 17 January – 8 February 2008

No, actually, I have not forgotten about Project 22. It’s just been busy the last few weeks and I’ve only just gotten together quite a few make-up photos for days that went past without appropriate photographic records. It’s shameful, I know. In any case, here they all are, starting with… Continue reading ‘Project 22 – 17 January – 8 February 2008’

In Which The Environment Is My Enemy

Despite having had allergy problems as far back as I can remember (and further), I’d never visited an allergist until yesterday. In preparation for the visit, they took me off of my regular antihistamines for 72 hours, which, by hour 36 or so, had reduced me to a state of constant post-nasal drip, itchy eyes, and sinus headache. I felt miserable, but, all things considered, it was not a bad state for the allergist to see me in. Still, after talking my history over with me for a few minutes and making a brief physical examination (“It is extremely swollen up here,” he says as he looks up my nose. “The two sides are touching!”), he was rather noncommittal about whether I had allergy problems and if they justified moving to allergy shots. He said that they’d have the nurse do a battery of scratch tests on my back, give me a couple of new medications to try, and then, in a couple weeks, we’d meet again to see how I was doing.

The nurse came in and prepped me for the scratch test–handing me a sheet of allergens she was testing me for and explaining how the test would go. I was given a couple of minutes to change into one of those lovely backless blue gowns that’s only about eight sizes too large for me, and then I laid down while she wrote numbers all over my back in felt-tip pen and made little scratches next to them. “I’ll be back in ten minutes to check on you,” she said, “and ten minutes after that, I’ll grade your reactions on a scale from 1 to 4+.” I settled in with one of my Discover magazines–I’m still three months behind–and tried to ignore any itching sensation from my back. I figured that a lot of the itching was probably psychosomatic, but maybe I was reacting to something. It would be nice to be taken seriously when I say that my allergies are a real issue.

Ten minutes later, I was happily engrossed in my magazine, ignoring any mild burning going on behind me when I heard the door open. Suddenly, I heard “Oh my God!” and the nurse ran across the room, grabbed a tissue, and started wiping the samples off my back. Amidst apologies, she told me that I have to see this, wrapped me up in the too-big gown, and led me to a bathroom next door where I could look at my back in the mirror.

I have a history of having pretty ridiculous reactions to mosquito bites. My back looked like some particularly sadistic mosquito had bitten lines from my shoulders down and then someone had scratched the heck out of most of them. The nurse got me settled back on the exam table, apologized again, and then left me for my last ten minutes.

There were no exclamations of shock when she came in the second time. “Girl,” she said, “there is not a single one of these that you did not react to.” I’d been tested for 56 allergens. Of those, most of my reactions rated on the two highest values on the scale. (“I’ve seen reactions like this before, but never after only ten minutes!”) They’ve scheduled me for a discussion with the allergist next week. I suspect that they’ll be recommending allergy shots.