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J.  U.r.s.u.l.a  Q.u.i.l.l.e.n
30 March 2014 @ 08:09 pm
About four years ago my cycles began to go apeshit. The first clue was a Red Army Invasion that lasted for 42 days straight. Then my clockwork 26-day cycle became your-guess-is-as-good-as-mine sometime even skipping a cycle or two. Then a little over three years ago, I experienced my first hot flash. Not the rip-off-all-your-clothes drenchfests that you usually hear about, but just enough heat to irritate me during the day and wake me out of a dead sleep at night. For an insomniac, this is not good news. The flashes stopped after several months. I thought, "that wasn't so bad." Then they came back.

Imagine that it takes you a minimum of two hours to fall asleep on a good day. Then imagine being awakened every three hours all night long. Nearly every day. For three years. I talked to my Mom, who's a few years shy of 70. She was still having flashes a few years ago, then she started hormone replacement therapy. Hot flashes gone after the first week. I'd already read up on the dangers of HRT (cancer, stroke, yadda yadda) and was dead set against it, but if I followed in Mom's genetic footsteps, I could be on the train for another seven years.  Not no, but Hell no. I see your HRT health risks and raise you the risks from prolonged sleep deprivation, including barely being able to think straight or string a coherent sentence together when speaking.  For the past several days it was an accomplishment to get out of bed, so on Friday I nodded my way through my doctor's warnings, got my prescription and made an appointment for a smash-o-gram so they can monitor my bewbs for signs of doom.

I started taking the meds yesterday. They're supposed to start doing their stuff in a week. Yesterday I deep-cleaned the parlour and den from floor to ceiling and got started on the dining room. Today I finished the dining room, along with the hall, the stairwell and the WC and half of the kitchen. Just the hope of being free of this crap was enough to get me moving again.
 
 
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
Current Music: God is an Astronaut: "All is Violent, All is Bright"
 
 
J.  U.r.s.u.l.a  Q.u.i.l.l.e.n
26 March 2014 @ 08:26 pm
Promised myself I wouldn't try to throw... So, I'm throwing ... and the shoulder stays in socket, but it still takes a few extra seconds for the signal to reach my hand to let go of the ball. Had delusions of finding a work-around for that. Then I pulled my hamstring for the first time ever. On a light run to first base. &$#+%! On a stick.
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Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
Current Music: Beck: "Loser"
 
 
J.  U.r.s.u.l.a  Q.u.i.l.l.e.n
... Speaking of  Time After Time Vintage Thrift Shop ... I'm very sad to report that on 15 April 2014 it's closing after 32 years of amazing finds and incredible prices. This is one of the few places I've seen where are also loads of stuff for the guys. It's in downtown Chapel Hill across from McDonald's.
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Current Mood: sadsad
 
 
J.  U.r.s.u.l.a  Q.u.i.l.l.e.n
23 March 2014 @ 04:28 pm
Yesterday was wow. Epic weather. Wallowing in awesome at Time After Time Vintage Thrift store and Cameron's (relocated from University Mall to downtown Chapel Hill) with a tasty adult beverage at Milltown in Carrboro. Finally checked out the fabled Sam's Quik Shop in Durham. Spur-of-the moment visit from Gabriel and Talia, with more guests wargaming in the garage, Firefly gaming in the dining room with a few of us nipping out for a few hours of glam at the Bowie Ball . Grilled steaks and asparagus (thanks, Rohan Wulf!), great conversation at 3AM while Watching Other People Drink Rum. Hosted a full house for breakfast. Catching up on messages, then recharging and geeking out on The Walking Dead. I can officially call this a weekend.
 
 
J.  U.r.s.u.l.a  Q.u.i.l.l.e.n
21 March 2014 @ 10:19 am
Not only has West End Wine Bar added a kickass billiards room few blocks from work, but I just passed a Fencing Salle (Mid-South Fencers Club) (!) around the corner. This town has become a wicked temptress.
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J.  U.r.s.u.l.a  Q.u.i.l.l.e.n
07 March 2014 @ 10:23 am
Stolen from Sam Lovelace: "I never wanted to believe that my dad was stealing from his job as a road worker. But when I got home all the signs were there."
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Current Mood: amusedamused
 
 
J.  U.r.s.u.l.a  Q.u.i.l.l.e.n
26 February 2014 @ 04:18 pm
I've been asked to join the company softball team. Hahahaha...no. Back in Ye Olden Tymes, I was a decent pitcher, but over 100 shoulder dislocations later (I stopped counting after 100) ... nope. It's a whole different game to me if I'm not pitching. But possibly ... possibly when I get back to lifting and taking lunchtime walks to acclimating to the heat ... I might consider helping them make their broad quota ...
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Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: SITD: "Plastination City"
 
 
J.  U.r.s.u.l.a  Q.u.i.l.l.e.n
21 February 2014 @ 10:50 am
The cold that's been stalking me for the past few weeks finally nailed me yesterday. The dust bunnies from last week's housecleaning are the probable culprit. That'll learn me. Head pounding. Sinuses giving me the finger. Body aches. Grr. They pounced, I believe, the minute I clicked "buy tickets" for Mardi Gras at Castle McCulloch. At the moment, I'd pay not to go, but who knows.

Today I'm working from home. Sloppy weather outside. In other news I have a 2PM (India time) meeting on Tuesday with New Delhi, London and Brisbane, which means I'm setting my alarm for 4 AM. Hooray.
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Current Mood: grumpygrumpy
Current Music: Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra: "Smile"
 
 
J.  U.r.s.u.l.a  Q.u.i.l.l.e.n
12 February 2014 @ 07:06 pm
Went skating in the car. Only 7.1 from the Russian judges. Typical.
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J.  U.r.s.u.l.a  Q.u.i.l.l.e.n
12 February 2014 @ 10:28 am
Still recovering from the ravages of the January billing cycle at work. Much mop. Very fry. Wine for dinner.
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