There is so much bullet-dodging in this house. There's unfortunately a few catches too, and occasional wings, but- ye gods, we're just a lightning rod for the weird.
So yeah. Because my insurance ran out (I aged out of my mother's coverage), I got everything I could done at the last second, things I had been putting off for years because copays on the household budget I was given were laughable (and yet people would nag me to do things for myself at the same time I was having to beat my head against the wall to make food and medicine for my elders stretch to next payday). In looking for PCOS and to ensure the IUD I wanted was a good idea, we found the two giant cysts. In hemming and hawing over 'is it *really* necessary' and 'we won't *know* anything until we go in and take a look', I decided to hell with it and took the risk of surgery and a few days' vacation from my 24/7 household job and ohmygodtheyFOUNDsomething. So yeah. Worth it. Scary, but worth the whole reluctant 'I don't want to raise a damn fuss, but it's not supposed to be that bad, I might as *well*...' decision to take the surgery on the teeth and get it over with. Because if I didn't, of course something bad was going to happen and I wouldn't know until it killed me.
And it would have. The difference between 'abnormal' and 'cancer' is speed of growth- and this stuff was slow-growing, but it had the structure of aggressive ovarian cancer, pappilari serrous (sp?), two main tumors and some loose cells in the abdominal wash- and I had no fucking idea. I would not have known a thing about it until it had spread all over the place, switched over to malignant speed, and went off like a bomb.
I'm babbling. Can you really blame me?
Also, Daddy is taking testosterone. His levels were apparently comparable with my Vitamin D levels, that is, where there's normally a range of 200 to 500 he was in the thirties. Low testosterone is apparently also linked with diabetes. So now he's got that, and he's doing his exercises as best he can. He says he's feeling better, I'm noticing a bit less weight on him, and his legs are looking better- the discolored patches are still there, but they're pink instead of purple, and the bubbly flesh is firming up and shrinking a bit. It's all still *there*- and I don't hold out hope for an instantaneous cure that will solve all our problems and free me to have my own life anytime soon- but it's *better*. And anything that's better than what it was, you know, I'll take it.
Got dad off to bed earlier than usual, which meant I could actually bother to sleep before having to get mom off to the train in the morning. Now fully awake at eight in the morning. This generally does not happen. Still, I am functional and not in 'need rest' mode, so taking advantage while it's there.
Still working away at various construction and cleaning projects around the house- apologies to those waiting for artistic stuff from me, I really am not reliable and it's shameful, but real life is taking large precedent over LJ and attendant online-socialization. Life has been mildly exciting, though fortunately not the kind of exciting that leaves people hospitalized.
Still mentally poking at the strange spots in my head, with the water princess and the rider princess and the teenaged sidhe and bits'n'pieces for the eternally uncooked D&D campaign. Trying to relax and let things gel rather than nervously wish that I could write my way out of a non-fanfic paper bag. That never helps (much like turning into a giant snake).
Need to make time to sit in hospital clinic and do the face-to-face so they'll actually process my paperwork (they being about two months behind according to the counselor). Maybe once I'm actually in (god I hope they'll take me) I can get my glasses replaced too. My script hasn't changed, but my only pair are scratched to hell and I couldn't afford to replace them back when I had insurance (the frames were not the problem. The lenses were what was making it 300 and change, whereas now it would be 600).
I STILL ATEN'T DEAD!
Some sort of trance-magic or astral travel? Perhaps it’s something she’s doing to let her body heal or to wield great powers in defense of her kingdom-
( Ooh. )
Now I just need a dynasty-long plot to fill in the slumber-years.
In other news, still doing major repairs on back apartment with Mom. Roaches are long dead, but now we're just having to do all the cleanup work, and the painting turned into a biiiig project when I put scraper to crack and immediately went down to the cardboard, which then proceeded to peel (in uneven sheets and layers) off the entire wall. All that and we still have to raise the water-heater about eighteen inches.
I would never have known about these if it weren't for the insurance ending and me scurrying to get everything checked out.
I still have the good ovarian flesh left, I'm not in a whole lot of pain (laproscopic! yay!) and I kinda Matrixed a bullet there. So, I may be missing the premiere of The Avengers and a NERO game, but I'm pretty happy. And I have kitties swarming me. Also the option of lovely lovely drugs but not the need, which is always a good thing.
Just- could I for once get a chance to plan things out without all my careful orchestrations being tossed into the air?
It has been an absolute pain in the ass. My computer had a virus scare, did a boot scan- and then it would no longer connect. So after about a month of trying solutions that didn't work, repairing, then finding a working activation number, then *re*repairing, then redoing one of the solutions that didn't work the first time, I now can browse on my own computer, instead of my parents'.
If I ever find the bastard that invented the NetBT cache, I will strangle him, do you hear me?
And I've got zilch for ideas. Drat it.
Well, there was that one thought for Jet to Night of the Long Knives, but I just don't think there's enough footage to pad that out...
In other news, parentals got a trial arrangement of a mortgage mod, mom's still working on dad to get us out of this house, and I'm just sort of floating like a cork on a wave. I'll deal with whatever decision comes down the pipeline, and I'll make it a good thing when it comes.
I have invented the miniature peach pie. Now if only my muffin-tins hadn't been borrowed by a friend who lives an hour away and keeps forgetting to bring them to game...
I have occasional moments lately, where I think that on general principal, I'm going to end up one of those cyberpunky rebel-types in a few years. But probably with less brooding and not nearly as fashionably eclectic. Or eclectically fashionable, take yer pick.
Also, the dad has taken up snus (spelling?), a sort of swedish chewing tobacco. We all sat down and discussed it, and figured, hey, he's sixty, he's allowed one bad habit, and it's a tossup at this point whether the tobacco, the waiting to get his knees fixed, or me strangling him will get him first, so why not? ^^ He's losing weight. He's walking better. He's certainly in better temper, which makes my life easier all over.
Also, the doc agreed that Lyme disease is usually much more livid, but because it is bull's-eye shaped and because I was tromping around in deer-infested woods, I'm going to get the full course of shotgun treatment- antibiotic inside and antifungal outside, just to cover our bases. And if that doesn't cut it, it's psoriasis.
My life is this weird mix of slapstick comedy sometimes. I swear, I should get ratings for it, something out there's got to be laughing at me as I take a bow.
I've been getting by in a sort of minimalist way, but feeling generally good, and certainly better than I was. T'other day, I got a callback for a bakery position from a store I applied to a year ago, and have an interview next week- then earlier this evening, a nice young man came to the door and served us papers to appear in foreclosure court.
So- I'm not having the breakdown I thought I would, but then again- things have been getting a lot less tense. Dad's getting better physically and mentally, which means that when and if it comes time to leave, he may not be as difficult as he promised to be while in the midst of pain, illness, medication, and sucky blood-oxygen levels (God bless the B-PAP machine). Even so, there are still some options left, and if those fail, then there's still options. We can and will get through this, and we'll see if anyone loses any pieces.
Just kind of one of those- 'well, here I am' moments in time.
All that said, I am looking forward to How to Train Your Dragon coming out on DVD, I'm deeply enjoying the fic for Dragon Age: Origins (so much funny, so much tragic, so much hot, and oh Zevran), and my cats keep double-teaming me for lying-on-and-purring.
In other news-
-Saw Iron Man 2, a couple of times. Much Mickey Rourke fantasy fuel. Need fic, and there is none to be found!
-need to readjust sleep pattern, I'm getting up too late in the day and losing all ability to get things done. Granted, I'm prettymuch matching my schedule to my father's, around whose care my life revolves, but come on- I'm an adult and nobody is going to make things get better for me but me. Economy nothing, I can at least start by getting up and doing things in daylight.
-oven has been fixed, and I apparently have started a small cult of converts with my puff-pastry cherry-bombs. Not entirely sure how I managed that, because I find them too sticky-sweet, myself, but there's a demand for said treats for gaming Sunday. Need to find a good recipe for that brown bread with raisins we used to get in the fancy German restaurants, I wanna try making *that* next. Mom wants me to make more bagels for her to take to work.
Lots o' fun.
About two dozen people took our pictures, orc and selkie side by side, and so far I'm the only one to have posted ones of us. Ah well. Got to meet Jennie Breeden too, and told her she was half the reason I was playing an orc- she liked my costume^^ tinysquee moment.
Trouble on the horizon is my friend who pays my way for the larping has lost his job, which is a crap thing all around- I mean, I don't have a job in the first place, and that's different from having one and getting it jerked out from under you. I hope things go well for him.
I have an intense desire for both a Toothless plushie (How to Train Your Dragon, which kicked ass and parted me from my being against 3D on general principals), and a Team Alucard shirt that has the eyes on it, not just the plain text. May also look into making myself a Momo or Appa, although given the material cost, it might be easier to just buy the things.
Speaking of crafty stuff- need to make more dice-bags, and have a terrible urge to experiment with baking. I've wanted to try making bread for a long time, and when I was little I had a little 'projects for little kids and a handy adult' book about bread that had one thing, making little hedgehogs out of bread dough. I want to do that, and maybe play around with fillings.
For the lovely :iconbecky2112:, an ink-ed version of the scribble I did for her drabbles in the drow!Fire Family AU.
Second up- I'm working on cleaning the house. It is end-game, I have a month before ACen and my first house-guest in many years stays before and after the con. I am GOING to DO THIS. May God strike me down if I don't put in some substantial effort every day between now and the first week in May.
Third- melodramatic vows aside, I just made a deal with a local game store to sell my shiny dice bags. We've got an initial price set while we see how popular they are and what designs move, and I can make more and bring 'em by and see what works. And the prices, I think, are quite reasonable (even if I would balk at paying that kind of money, even for a shiny handmade satin-lined bag. With pretty beads on the cords. But I'm righteously paranoid with my budget, so who's to say).
4th- am working on random fantasy cheesecake, namely the ol' tiefling-rogue-and-paladin pairup I've had in my head forever. I like odd couples. Have a gander, see if anything looks off.
5th- will get back to writing eventually. It always goes this way- I get fits and spurts of something, periods of really intense productivity, then fzzt for a while. It usually cycles back around, I'm just hoping for a shorter turnaround than the usual couple of years.
Am also psyching myself up and doing the art-that-could-be-paid for the dude with the thing. Just really don't want to end up as anyone's sin-eater or therapist. Have done that, not fun. However, at this point, for fifteen bucks a page I'll draw hermaphroditic porn. Heck, I'd prefer it. I have a medieval fantasy world based on it (although, granted, it kind of needs to be developed beyond just soured relationships between lords who were once lovers).
AC/DC, light of my life. You make the scribbling and the inking go by much faster.
In costume news- am considering throwing in the towel on bodypaint for my orc-chick costume. Yes, the original idea was to flaunt the body I had with minimal covering, but seriously- running around beating on people with foam swords? I don't want to spend five hours on makeup and needing someone to paint my back. 'Sides, this way (finding and painting a bodysuit) I get to paint on some tattoos^^
And I was *so* going to toss out an mpreg meme at some point^^ It'll wait a bit so as to avoid glutting the market, as 'twere.
Note to self- figure out tripod so as to take *nice* pictures for Etsy.
Edit- Also, is anyone else having the trouble where LJ isn't sending out the little email notices of messages and replies until about a day later?
Anyway- I had a little mini-breakdown because my forbearances are coming to a close, I have no job and I can't- I can't pay my bills for very much longer but neither can I afford to be forsworn. I'd love to be able to say 'if I pay thee not in gold, I'll pay thee in silver,' but I've got neither coming in and *holding up a lock of hair* copper's not worth much these days. So- I've gotta find something. Even when I had the job, it wasn't going to be enough to pay all my bills with or without the forebearances. My dad says this is just hitting me harder because it's my first big disaster and I'm kind of staring into the abyss without a lot of it mirrored in me yet, I'll get through it and survive worse before the end. I hope so- the thing is, I wanted to *not* start off with a major handicap like, say, debts, notations of missing or late payments, and the like. Seems to me such things are a black mark against your name, and if I'm not stellar, I at least set store by being blameless about some things.
Which is kind of hypocritical of me, I know- I'm all for second chances, I'm just kind of knee-jerk ashamed of needing them myself.
I'll figure something out.
One thing- I think if I had my druthers, I'd do something like the videogame concept art, or costuming, for a living. That's the sort of stuff I can do if I've got materials and space, or in the case of concept art someone I can ask questions of to tease out what they really want so I can patch and quilt and blend things to come up with something that really fits and gives the desired effect.
If I could do that for money, I'd be a happy girl.
And they say they *like* what I'm doing, so far^^ I am a happy little bee.
Also- wig-making is oddly soothing. I'm working hard on my costume and I may-just-may have it ready for Halloween. Note to self- start wearing the damn contacts again to get used to them, otherwise you're going to be a young orc priestess stumbling around blind.... Oh, and the bodice, otherwise you're going around topless in Chicago fall weather and that's just not fun.
And now, Weirdlet Dream Theater presents- last night's oddly fitting weirdness. I was dancing in a club or some kind of concert, and I got invited over to another party, an orc-themed one- I kept asking hey, can I get my gear? I need my costume, I haven't got it on-! but they said, nah, it was fine, just come on in and play! I was surrounded by moshing (I think that's the right word? Anyway, dancing and stomping) orcs that I knew were girls and guys like me under it, but we still got to put on our orc-faces for the night. It was a hell of a lot of fun.
And then it seemed like we were next door to a baseball game beyond the screen that was one wall (screen/net/thing to climb and cling to), and at some point I was playing keep-away with Gollum.
Yeah. Weird, but that's how my dreams go. It was still fun, even after the main premise went away.