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What I did on my holiday and other waffle
I have:
- faced the assembled relatives for the first time since transition. I've met my brother since but not the sister-in-law or the nephews, but yeah, it did go better than I had feared. That's one reason I got so worked up, but at the same time I figured it had to be done. They had to see and now, hopefully it can sink in that I'm still just another boring relative.
- had a remedial massage. You can tell when it's been effective because you feel like woozy crap afterwards, sleep a lot, drink heaps [water!] and later on you realise the achy bits actually aren't aching right now.
- picked up my new multifocal glasses
- been to the dentist
- had an actual, in person visitor (hi, Leece) and we went for lunch at The Caff, which sits next to the railway station and has an unexpectedly decent menu selection
- got some writing done. Less than I'd hoped, being as I took a couple of days just to wake up, but even so, prepped another previously-published to go up on the CC site soon and started on another one as well as some notes for a story I want to submit to a magazine that wants postapocalyptic fiction, but my brain ran dry on that yesterday and today there's been no time.
Today was a normal Saturday, I guess, involving a duty visit over to see M, deliver groceries and assist with various stuff, hear AGAIN about her imminent demise and attempts to micromanage the afterlife. I swear she’s mapping out my place for her furniture now that she's had a look at it. Am I paranoid or is this a thing that one's elderly relatives do?! And why can she not remember that I don't have a TV and have explained multiple times that I watch on the laptop? Why is it even a thing that I don't have a TV? And then, why is it a problem that she couldn't see the laptop? Which was black and on the desk, also black. I'm going to lose my mind.
One small part of good news is that my rat Axel has finally responded to the antibiotics I was giving him for myco (rat respiratory problem). I was getting nervous because he hadn't gotten better after a week, which is the usual time, but I thought said antibiotics might be too old and also that his dose might not be high enough. His brother Kirby had required an unusually high dose. So far Axel had not, generally being in better shape, but this could have changed. So I talked the vets out of some more supplies and whether one of those or both was the case, yeah, he stopped wheezing today, 12 days after he started. He's going to need to be dosed for at least another five days, but fortunately he cooperates. I hide the anti-bs in infant soy formula, which is rat chocolate.
I'm back in the shackles on Monday, sigh. I’m thinking of getting myself the second book of St Mary’s time travelling, tea-soaked historians as a cheer up. Thanks for the recommendation, Leece. Book 1 - Just One Damned Thing After Another by Jodi Taylor - showed up in the Kindle monthly deals, which was great, meaning it cost about $2, but now I'm hooked and the rest of them are around $11 or so. To me that's a lot for a Kindle book, especially with all the expenses lately. I hadn't anticipated needing to get Axel's drugs, which are a lot more expensive than my drugs!
Thank Ghod I’m not full time and will be free again on Wednesday, but right now am trying to stop the blehs descending. I wish there was at least one more public holiday between now and the end, tho am strongly considering taking some personal leave to dodge Melbourne Cup Day, which invades the workplace to an extent that really doesn't make any sense.
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Sometimes I really wish all books were still paper so it'd be easier to *borrow* them!
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"Am I paranoid or is this a thing that one's elderly relatives do?!"
Oh good god, yes. My parents are forever these days trying to GIVE us stuff. Basically, crap from their house that we don't want but they seem convinced we can sell for a fortune on Ebay or something. We have named it the Death Clearout. They're 71 and 72 and not even in poor health, but are absolutely the type to start 'micromanaging the afterlife' (lol, excellent phrase) early.
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