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stephbgSo, here we are, Day 10 of the current chronic fatigue/fibro flare. Experience suggests that a flare's duration is optimistically 8-14 days, going up to 20 for a bad one. A bit like a bad flu. The good news is that the duration, frequency and severity of these attacks have all reduced on the beige diet. The bad news is I'm having one--still--and just have to wait it out.
Experience is also helping psychologically. While I'm definitely bored and frustrated right now (and annoyed, and sore, and impatient etc etc), I'm not afraid. And that's a good thing, as fear and fatigue do not make a happy cocktail. Hopefully I'll be able to defer that fear until I'm better and back at work on Monday, and bypass it completely. That would be cool.
Patience.
Haven't yet worked up the steam to call the oven people, but right now talking* is hard work (I've just experimented). I'm not quite drooling, but my tongue and face muscles are not keen on the idea of exercise, nor do the lungs and diaphragm feel much like sustaining air pressure. Fortunately I can type.
Have also collected a laundry list of electrical jobs so it won't feel too extravagant to call out a sparky. Certainly not since one of those jobs involves replacing a scorched and melted light fitting I found yesterday in the music room where I don't often go. While hunting termite damage, I might add :-( . I'm hoping this has more to do with the (currently unmovable) 100W globe than an electrical fault near the site of the old evaporative air-conditioner that leaked and caused the ceiling to peel.
Pass me a bulldozer?
Combining my CSI and Time Team skills I'm still hopeful that this termite damage is old news, for one of the nearly-destroyed skirtings passes under an untouched built-in wardrobe that's clearly been there for decades. I remain annoyed, however, that these signs of damage and old repair have never been mentioned on any of the reports I've commissioned on the place over time. I did not crawl over the place inch by inch before I bought it (back then I wouldn't have known what to look for), but I did have building and termite inspection reports done *grumble*.
Location, location, location. Undercover parking for two. Lots of storage space. Somewhere to hang laundry under cover. Right price. Bah.
In brighter news have managed to do some Swanconny stuff (only two months to go!), and am in awe of my lovely committee-kin and supporters (especially![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rabbit1080), who totally Rock. Official art show announcements are pending, but require more brains than I currently have at my disposal.
(*) A primitive form of protein-based audio blog.
Experience is also helping psychologically. While I'm definitely bored and frustrated right now (and annoyed, and sore, and impatient etc etc), I'm not afraid. And that's a good thing, as fear and fatigue do not make a happy cocktail. Hopefully I'll be able to defer that fear until I'm better and back at work on Monday, and bypass it completely. That would be cool.
Patience.
Haven't yet worked up the steam to call the oven people, but right now talking* is hard work (I've just experimented). I'm not quite drooling, but my tongue and face muscles are not keen on the idea of exercise, nor do the lungs and diaphragm feel much like sustaining air pressure. Fortunately I can type.
Have also collected a laundry list of electrical jobs so it won't feel too extravagant to call out a sparky. Certainly not since one of those jobs involves replacing a scorched and melted light fitting I found yesterday in the music room where I don't often go. While hunting termite damage, I might add :-( . I'm hoping this has more to do with the (currently unmovable) 100W globe than an electrical fault near the site of the old evaporative air-conditioner that leaked and caused the ceiling to peel.
Pass me a bulldozer?
Combining my CSI and Time Team skills I'm still hopeful that this termite damage is old news, for one of the nearly-destroyed skirtings passes under an untouched built-in wardrobe that's clearly been there for decades. I remain annoyed, however, that these signs of damage and old repair have never been mentioned on any of the reports I've commissioned on the place over time. I did not crawl over the place inch by inch before I bought it (back then I wouldn't have known what to look for), but I did have building and termite inspection reports done *grumble*.
Location, location, location. Undercover parking for two. Lots of storage space. Somewhere to hang laundry under cover. Right price. Bah.
In brighter news have managed to do some Swanconny stuff (only two months to go!), and am in awe of my lovely committee-kin and supporters (especially
rabbit1080), who totally Rock. Official art show announcements are pending, but require more brains than I currently have at my disposal.(*) A primitive form of protein-based audio blog.
