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thanateNot dead, though I have spent almost half the last two months moderately sick in one way or another. I swear I used to have an immune system, but I think it mostly hinged on being more stubborn than the sick (ok, and not chewing on random crap off the ground) which is rather undermined by having a toddler at the super-distractable phase who has now got a few hundred words under her tongue & uses them to demand that I read to her. So now I'm on round two of cold-turned-sinus-infection with a 3 day break in the middle, and furthermore grauwulf's company just got sold (to a much smaller company who don't have their HR crap sorted out at all) so until we sort out if they're going to get us our insurance or if we're going to have to go public exchange on it (or even if we *can* do that, since apparently the rules changed?) I can't e-mail my doctor and ask if it's even a good idea to go another round of antibiotics this close to the last one. Also with the crazy cold weather & random snow it is ridiculously dry in the house and our bedroom is too stupidly big to humidify properly (not to mention that the return vent sends any humidity right back into the heater) and the hardware store variety of whole house humidifier doesn't quite fit into any of the spaces in our ductwork, and the HVAC people we've worked with before aren't calling us back, probably because they're busy with people who don't have heat. So breathing kind of hurts about half the time at the moment, and I guess the coughing fits are good exercise, but if I could manage to sleep most of the way through the night that would probably help. So yeah. This would be about the point where I start thinking vaguely about dying of pneumonia, and occasionally yelling at people for asking questions like what I want for dinner.
The Megatherium is convinced that sick is the opposite of happy. This might not be entirely inaccurate, though she's the one who gave me the second cold, and she's stayed her cheerful self through a lot of it. Or at least we mostly only had screaming at mealtimes. And the hug hydra. (Put child in bed, reach for blanket to toss over her. Child pops up reaching for you, saying, "hug!" Pick up child, lay her down again, repeat.)
Anyway-- this was not another post about kid books, or the post about two-year-old Megatheria, or the one I wanted to write about things tangential to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alecaustin's post about foundational narratives & finding a book that spoke to his, or the I-don't-even-remember-what-it-was-going-to-be-about post. But I was getting to the point where I didn't feel like I could write anything because I was knee-deep in theoretical back-log I had/have no brain to process, so now there's something here for the last month and a half. Even if it's whiney.
Oh. Two months. Right then.
Xposty from dreamwidth.
The Megatherium is convinced that sick is the opposite of happy. This might not be entirely inaccurate, though she's the one who gave me the second cold, and she's stayed her cheerful self through a lot of it. Or at least we mostly only had screaming at mealtimes. And the hug hydra. (Put child in bed, reach for blanket to toss over her. Child pops up reaching for you, saying, "hug!" Pick up child, lay her down again, repeat.)
Anyway-- this was not another post about kid books, or the post about two-year-old Megatheria, or the one I wanted to write about things tangential to
alecaustin's post about foundational narratives & finding a book that spoke to his, or the I-don't-even-remember-what-it-was-going-to-be-about post. But I was getting to the point where I didn't feel like I could write anything because I was knee-deep in theoretical back-log I had/have no brain to process, so now there's something here for the last month and a half. Even if it's whiney.Oh. Two months. Right then.
Xposty from dreamwidth.