Things What Last Too Damn Long
Sep. 19th, 2006 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianTo get it out of the way:
"Arrr! Avast, me hearties! This here be the updatin' of the good ship Thessaliad! Now harken ye to my tale or I'll make ye walk the plank, ye scurvy dogs! Arr!"
Right. That's International Talk Like A Pirate Day over and done with.
There is still gut-wrenching pain. I hate the gut-wrenching pain you have no idea. I seem okay for a little bit (if a bit wasted because my sleep and eating patterns have been disrupted right to hell) and then wrench. Ow. I've tried some of my own herbal stuff to at least dull the symptoms, because I've done some reading and it seems that this stuff doesn't do a damn thing for the symptoms themselves. Hopefully this will help. But I'm beginning to wonder if this is less a prevention of NSAID-related ulcers than the treatment of one. In which case, I'm fucked. On the one hand, I don't want to go back to the doctor too soon but on the other hand ... I'm fed up with this. I want to go back to work, even if I don't like my job overmuch. It's been two weeks now; this is ridiculous. I'm giving it one more day and then if I'm not better, I'm going back to the doctor and I will try to find out how long it's likely to take to get on an even keel digestion-wise again because this whole thing is a recipe for disaster.
In other news, the death gnome has now reached level 16. I'm trying to learn a new weapon skill so instead of hitting things with a staff, I am hitting things with a club. Damage isn't as good, but the delay is a little shorter so on the whole, I think I'm getting a fairly good deal. Plus I still have spells. Spells are good. I'm considering at some point trying to up White Mage so I can do a decent job when I take it as a subjob (if I take it as a subjob) but I logged off in Tahrongi Canyon, where the XP is flowing huzzah huzzah. Plus my little garden is growing quite nicely and I am now back in the money thanks to the sale of a couple of stacks of earth crystals over at the auction house. This will help me replace the Tarutaru fishing rod which broke two days ago. That sucked.
And in Charleston news (haven't talked about that in awhile, have I?), my novice Dreamspeaker is no longer an unperson, at least in the eyes of the sleepers. The ID she now has in her possession (thank you again,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
courtcat) lists her as Jessica Wakefield, a name apparently chosen out of thin air but is also coincidentally the name of the shallow, fashion-obsessed Sweet Valley twin. It means nothing to the Dreamspeaker in question (she was more into fantasy than any of that sort of crap) and it really only amuses me. So now things are relatively quiet. I do not expect this to last. Unlike my stomach problems.
"Arrr! Avast, me hearties! This here be the updatin' of the good ship Thessaliad! Now harken ye to my tale or I'll make ye walk the plank, ye scurvy dogs! Arr!"
Right. That's International Talk Like A Pirate Day over and done with.
There is still gut-wrenching pain. I hate the gut-wrenching pain you have no idea. I seem okay for a little bit (if a bit wasted because my sleep and eating patterns have been disrupted right to hell) and then wrench. Ow. I've tried some of my own herbal stuff to at least dull the symptoms, because I've done some reading and it seems that this stuff doesn't do a damn thing for the symptoms themselves. Hopefully this will help. But I'm beginning to wonder if this is less a prevention of NSAID-related ulcers than the treatment of one. In which case, I'm fucked. On the one hand, I don't want to go back to the doctor too soon but on the other hand ... I'm fed up with this. I want to go back to work, even if I don't like my job overmuch. It's been two weeks now; this is ridiculous. I'm giving it one more day and then if I'm not better, I'm going back to the doctor and I will try to find out how long it's likely to take to get on an even keel digestion-wise again because this whole thing is a recipe for disaster.
In other news, the death gnome has now reached level 16. I'm trying to learn a new weapon skill so instead of hitting things with a staff, I am hitting things with a club. Damage isn't as good, but the delay is a little shorter so on the whole, I think I'm getting a fairly good deal. Plus I still have spells. Spells are good. I'm considering at some point trying to up White Mage so I can do a decent job when I take it as a subjob (if I take it as a subjob) but I logged off in Tahrongi Canyon, where the XP is flowing huzzah huzzah. Plus my little garden is growing quite nicely and I am now back in the money thanks to the sale of a couple of stacks of earth crystals over at the auction house. This will help me replace the Tarutaru fishing rod which broke two days ago. That sucked.
And in Charleston news (haven't talked about that in awhile, have I?), my novice Dreamspeaker is no longer an unperson, at least in the eyes of the sleepers. The ID she now has in her possession (thank you again,
courtcat) lists her as Jessica Wakefield, a name apparently chosen out of thin air but is also coincidentally the name of the shallow, fashion-obsessed Sweet Valley twin. It means nothing to the Dreamspeaker in question (she was more into fantasy than any of that sort of crap) and it really only amuses me. So now things are relatively quiet. I do not expect this to last. Unlike my stomach problems.