![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Just call me NostraGamus
Jul. 20th, 2014 04:09 pmI have been predicting for a while now that when the six months o' crazy was up I would fall in a heap, and here I am, heaplike. It's been an eventful few weeks to round out the six months o' crazy.
Firstly, the week before ASC I had a sore breast. I thought this was some kind of hormonal thing, except it was fairly localised and getting worse. Turned out I had mastitis. I didn't know you could get that if you weren't breast feeding, but apparently you can. Although, to be fair, the doctor said it could equally as well have been cellulitis - it was just a matter of which tissue the infection was located in. Either way, I went off to Sydney feeling a bit sorry for myself and loaded up with antibiotics.
The conference venue was an old locomotive workshop, which was kind of neat, except the conference rooms were rather spread out and there were a lot of stairs. Kind of a triumph of trendiness over accessibility. I made the mistake the first day of thinking I would be okay with the stairs and spent the rest of the week hobbling around with a sore ankle, and taking the lift. The ankle is still bothering me. I took it to the doctor last week and he said 'yeah, sorry but there are no shortcuts'. Basically, tendons are poorly vascularised, mine is probably messed up with a lot of scar tissue from previous sprains, and it will be done when it's done. A little work is good for it, but take it easy, so no heels, no stairs and no dancing for a while :-(.
Mum and dad came over to visit last weekend. This was the first time they have actually seen our new house. It was great because we had them, and one of Liam's friends (okay, well technically he is Liam's only proper friend) over for a sleep over, and it was totally okay. In our old house such a situation would have meant people being slung from the ceiling for lack of space. I took a long weekend, and it felt like a very well deserved one, and it was a bit of a drag going back to work (it doesn't help when the kids are on holiday).
I managed two and a sort of one days at work last week (on one of them I forgot my laptop, so I ended up going home and working at home, insofar as that is possible when it is school holidays and the house is full of kids). But for the last few days I have been stuck in bed with an unpleasant laryngitis type lurgy. Last night I basically couldn't talk at all. Which was very frustrating when Andy turned the TV over to Clash of the Titans and I felt the need to rant about Sam Worthington's hair (or lack thereof).
Given all of this, we completely failed to make it to AVCON this weekend, and I'm trying to summon up the energy to go to a feast next weekend (is there much point if I can't dance?).
Firstly, the week before ASC I had a sore breast. I thought this was some kind of hormonal thing, except it was fairly localised and getting worse. Turned out I had mastitis. I didn't know you could get that if you weren't breast feeding, but apparently you can. Although, to be fair, the doctor said it could equally as well have been cellulitis - it was just a matter of which tissue the infection was located in. Either way, I went off to Sydney feeling a bit sorry for myself and loaded up with antibiotics.
The conference venue was an old locomotive workshop, which was kind of neat, except the conference rooms were rather spread out and there were a lot of stairs. Kind of a triumph of trendiness over accessibility. I made the mistake the first day of thinking I would be okay with the stairs and spent the rest of the week hobbling around with a sore ankle, and taking the lift. The ankle is still bothering me. I took it to the doctor last week and he said 'yeah, sorry but there are no shortcuts'. Basically, tendons are poorly vascularised, mine is probably messed up with a lot of scar tissue from previous sprains, and it will be done when it's done. A little work is good for it, but take it easy, so no heels, no stairs and no dancing for a while :-(.
Mum and dad came over to visit last weekend. This was the first time they have actually seen our new house. It was great because we had them, and one of Liam's friends (okay, well technically he is Liam's only proper friend) over for a sleep over, and it was totally okay. In our old house such a situation would have meant people being slung from the ceiling for lack of space. I took a long weekend, and it felt like a very well deserved one, and it was a bit of a drag going back to work (it doesn't help when the kids are on holiday).
I managed two and a sort of one days at work last week (on one of them I forgot my laptop, so I ended up going home and working at home, insofar as that is possible when it is school holidays and the house is full of kids). But for the last few days I have been stuck in bed with an unpleasant laryngitis type lurgy. Last night I basically couldn't talk at all. Which was very frustrating when Andy turned the TV over to Clash of the Titans and I felt the need to rant about Sam Worthington's hair (or lack thereof).
Given all of this, we completely failed to make it to AVCON this weekend, and I'm trying to summon up the energy to go to a feast next weekend (is there much point if I can't dance?).
