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The Day It Came Back

on Jan 30, 2016

THE COUGH. IT CAME BACK. I know, right? I am so over this now. TL;DR, after telling the doctor that the cough/wheezing has moved to my throat (wtf), he now thinks it may be acid reflux related. And even though I already take medication for that, he wants me to take more, just in case that’s the cause. LOL, right? I’m off the steroids now, though. So yay for that. My week was pretty frantic; more writing deadlines to juggle with a busy schedule day-job wise. Writing has been stressful (read: irritating), but I can’t talk about what’s irritating me on a public post, so let’s gloss over it. Wednesday I went to a leaving party and saw some colleagues who no longer work there, and that was lovely. Thursday I went out for dinner with M and K and others to celebrate M’s birthday, and that was also lovely, if a bit weird (the restaurant only had four menus...

The Day I Talked to You About YNAB

on Jan 12, 2016

I want to talk to you about debt. Before you sniff in a derisory way and presume this is a sponsored post, I assure you – it’s not. But given I’m (probably) older than you, and have (probably) dealt with more debt that you, and – for the first time in my thirty-coughcough years – finally feel in control of my cash, I’ve been thinking for some time about talking to you about how I eventually put things right. And though I am not remotely an expert and can only talk to you from my own perspective… it’s my perspective, you know? And if this helps just one person, I’ll be happy. Like: Super Mario happy. This is likely to be pretty long, as I think it’s important to give some context as to how we got to where we were before I managed to pull ourselves out of it again. Some of it isn’t embarrassing, but some of it really...

The Day With Nothing But Nothing Nothing Tra-La-La Blues

on Jan 11, 2016

I’ve definitely turned a corner with my health. Although I still have (gross) spells/spasms of coughing, they’re less frequent, and the cough – finally – seems productive now. Maybe it was a virus and it’s run its course, or maybe the steroids are finally doing their job. Whatever it is, I couldn’t be happier. (I know I write for living and therefore should try harder but omg, WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW RELIEVED I AM). So guess what? Yesterday I did tackle that paperwork cluttering up my spare room! By the time I was done, I had dumped three or four rubbish bags, five or six shredded/recycling papers, and have reduced the monstrous pile of papers down to three neat little bags of paper: Money Stuff, House/Insurance stuff, Keep-For-Dem-Memories stuff. I know: the next job is to go through all of them, too, but baby steps, right? I can’t believe...

The Day All Was Still

on Jan 8, 2016

It’s so quiet here today. Like: peaceful quiet. It’s wonderful. There’s just the very, very faint rumble of traffic in the distance and the occasional (but lulling – I’ve always loved the sound of trains, even when I lived behind the overground line in London) drone of a passing train. My phone hasn’t rung. I’ve only had a couple of emails. Things are mesmerisingly still. My last office? I looked right over that aforementioned train line. Even though I loved it, it didn’t help foster a healthy working environment so noisy and intrusive was it, particularly if I was in a meeting. Late summer I relocated (I still have my own office, but it overlooks the inside of the building, not out, and I’m an extra three floors up) and I can’t believe the difference. Students aren’t back yet (so neither are many academics!) but...

The Day of the Asthma Clinic

on Jan 6, 2016

My routine, annual visit to the Asthma Clinic yesterday was a bust. After ruling out everything else, my doctors now think this fucking cough is viral which is pretty much what I thought way back in November. I know they had to rule stuff out to be sure, but ffs. Now I’m on a decreasing steroid dose for the next two month to ween me off meds I most probably didn’t need. Plus I’m still coughing constantly. And waking up at night. And peeing myself. And no-one can help. Fun times. In better news, it was Wesker’s birthday. My pup turned five, so I spent too much and bought him new food and water bowls, some gluten-free treats (we switched him to gluten-free last summer as there’s a really teeny, tiny, non-scientific suggestion that it might contribute to seizures and he’s been seizure-free since then, go figure) plus some new cuddly toys which he...

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