southernmedicine: (all things considered)
Man. Every time I write my to-do list and then cross some things off, I've got to re-write it with more items than were on it originally.

But! I have reserved a spot with a good moving company for my moving day. I've scheduled the appointment to get my IUD removed. I've got a second job offer, so now I get to choose between the two. I've got all my bills paid for the month, and I've canceled and put on hold several subscriptions (Netflix, Coursera). I visited Duke today! He's doing very, very well.

I have a lot to do but I feel productive all the same. I wish I had time for creative stuff. I barely have time to do any reading (mostly in the bath) or for watching things. I can't wait until this move is over, but at the same time I need time to slow down a little, because I still have so much I need to do.

Hope everyone's doing well.
southernmedicine: (moonchaser)
Confession: I literally forgot, until today, that I have a Fandom Trumps Hate fic to write. Wooooow, Cass. It's a good thing we have until December to finish, innit? My life went into complete upheaval and I literally just forgot. That's a bad look. On the bright side, the person I'll be writing for is super cool and sweet and the request is definitely something I'm really interested in, so it won't be difficult at all to get into it once I can find some time and space to concentrate on something other than the cost and the logistics of my upcoming move. And hey, for all I know, my new apartment will provide me with the perfect comfortable space to really dig in and focus up.

Happy Pride! I always felt good having my birthday during Pride Month, and for the start of it coinciding with my birthday week. I'm going to do something to treat myself every day this week. Today, on Day 1, got a bag of goodies from 85 Bakery (which I am really, REALLY going to miss).

At the time of writing this it is now technically tomorrow, as it is 2:44AM. So, once I wake up, for Day 2 I'm going to go have a huge breakfast at this cool local hole in the wall called Cowboy Surfer Grill. The decor is equal parts surfer, cowboy, and Irish, for some reason.

In more unfortunate news, my friend Jess texted me to let me know that our mutual friend Sam was found collapsed in her bathroom by her husband and taken to the hospital, where she proceeded to have multiple seizures. There's a mass on her spine that she will have surgery to remove, they just aren't sure when. Last I heard, she's coherent and awake and close to being her usual cheerful self, just a little out of it and scared. I'm going to find time to go visit. It will mean spending many long hours on the freeway, but seeing Sam - and seeing Jess too - will be well worth it.
southernmedicine: (fist bump)
Good: I found a dollar on the ground today.

Better: My final Disneyland day was yesterday, and honestly it was a really good day. It was very hot, but I managed to get on tons of rides, all my faves more than once. I wandered around, enjoyed the vibes, took a bunch of nice photos, did some things I don't normally do often simply because it was my last chance to do so, and just. I don't know. It was a really nice day. A good final visit.

Best: Last week I had sent an email to the owner of a massage clinic in Wisconsin, where I'll be moving to, and we connected over the phone. I wasn't expecting an actual interview, I was just going to ask a couple of questions, but he ended up giving me a full rundown and talking to me for over twenty minutes, and by the end of the call he said that he would be willing to take a chance on me without meeting me in person and that he would like to offer me a job. I was shocked, but elated. Holy shit, look at me go! I just need to make sure I can get my California license switched over (there are a ton of hoops for me to jump through) but he said that even if I can't get it done in time, I can apply for a six-month temporary license through the city, and that he will help me.
southernmedicine: (chair)
Man, I've had a day.

Yesterday it was ungodly hot, and of course, they don't run the AC here either (thought I would escape that hell when I moved out of my old roommate's house? NOPE!) and so at night, my room was upward of 80 degrees and it was almost impossible to sleep. I had to get up at 8am to catch my train to Los Angeles, and I ended up with maybe three hours of sleep under my belt by the time my alarm went off.

I could have postponed it. I didn't. I knew it was going to be hot today too, and I didn't want to be stuck in this house. I'm glad I went. It was in the low 90's walking around in LA, but it was 100 degrees here where I live, so I can only imagine how hellish the house must have been, especially upstairs. It was rough out there, it was damned hot, but it would have been worse if I had stayed.

And I had fun!

I love taking public transit in LA, I know that might sound odd. I love riding the trains. I love lookin' at the maps and navigating. I like tapping my little card on the scanner. Plus it's cheap! I zipped all around LA for roughly 10 hours and it cost me all of five bucks.

My first stop was the Natural History Museum, with a short detour through the Rose Gardens. My main reason for wanting to visit the museum was that a wildlife photographer, Ronan Donovan, is someone I really admire. I love his work, especially with wolves. There's a wonderful documentary about them called Kingdom of the White Wolf, if you're into that sort of thing. There's an exhibit there, a gallery of his work and some educational material about wolves, their place in the ecosystem, and details about the particular wolves he had spent so much time tracking and documenting.

Other than that, man, the place is so big I got lost. I took SO many pictures. Dioramas, dinosaurs, gems and minerals. Then, of course, the gift shop. I do love a gift shop.

There was an exhibit about P-22, a famous mountain lion that lived in Los Angeles' Griffith Park and was one of the most-studied mountain lions in the area. He's widely known and beloved to the people of Southern California (the people of Los Angeles in particular, for obvious reasons). They had P-22 merch, and I couldn't help it, I bought a P-22 plushie and a shirt.

Next, I went to Little Tokyo. I got lunch, poked around in the shops, got myself some matcha softserve, and went shopping in not one, but two Japanese grocery stores. I was lucky enough to find the seasonal sakura green tea pocky, whee. It was very crowded today, people just standing around in huge groups everywhere trying to stay in the shade, and all the shops were so packed it was hard to move inside.

My last stop was The Last Bookstore, a really cool, indie book store. They have a vault, they have a rare books room, used books, new books, records, dvds and vhs and even cassette tapes. It's decorated in a really unique fashion and has several installations inside that have gone quite viral in the past. It's a big place, with a huge bottom floor and then a winding wooden staircase upstairs, an art gallery, and some shops that have been rented out by local artists selling their wares. It is a very cool place.

I don't know how I made it, sweating to death, walking and climbing stairs for hours and hours in the heat, on three hours of sleep, but I sure enough did it. I came home and took a cold bath, cold as the water could get, and now I'm downstairs with all the windows open waiting for it to hopefully cool off a little, at least enough to get some sleep, because I am exhausted. I'm so happy I don't have to do anything tomorrow (except for call my mom).
southernmedicine: (keep it to yourself)
I finished my submission for [community profile] seasonsofdrabbles a whole two days early. Who am I?

Watched Freaky Tales (mostly for Pedro Pascal, I'll be honest), Another Simple Favor, and now am starting Conclave, though I don't know how far I'll get tonight since it's nearly 2AM.

I popped into Trader Joe's after work to load up on goodies to lift my spirits. Man, I'm gonna miss Trader Joe's.

I'm going through a phase where I'm not sure if I'm tired, lazy, or depressed. There's a lot I want to do, but I drag my feet. I am tentatively making plans to catch the train to LA on Saturday to go see a Yellowstone wolf photography exhibit by a wildlife photographer called Ronan Donovan, who I am quite the fan of, which will only be shown through mid-June. I want to visit Little Tokyo also, and load up on snacks I won't have access to in a few months so that I can ship a big ol' box of them to Blair's place and fetch them when I arrive in Wisconsin. I want to eat at some of my favorite restaurants; the best curry is in Little Tokyo, mm-mm. But then I just think. Wouldn't it be way nicer if I slept all afternoon curled up comfortably in my bed and did nothing for a whole day?

Maybe it would. But that's neither here nor there. I have a funk to clamber out of.
southernmedicine: (rebel phoenix)
Got back from my trip this evening, took a bath, and immediately fell asleep on my bed while trying to listen to some youtube. Man was I exhausted. Still am, honestly. Got out of bed to eat dinner, drink some water, and watch the new episode of The Last Of Us. Now I'm on the phone with Blair, keeping her company on her long drive home from the Minneapolis airport to her home in Wisconsin (roughly two and a half to three hours).

I'm tracking her on a weather map so I can tell her where all the rain and thunder and lightning is, it's kinda fun haha.

Anyway!

I'll itemize the trip, as I do.

Read more... )

Short, but we packed a bunch of cool stuff, sweet moments, and amusing things into it. Now to re-set the countdown for July, when she will be back. <3
southernmedicine: (Default)
• Duke is in his new home. It was very hard.

My cousin's sister followed me outside and, with her very limited English, expressed to me that she does not know why her sister is sending Duke away to someone we don't know. She kept saying "I am sad. I am very sad. My heart hurts. I will miss him." This sweet seventy-something woman, on the other side of a language barrier, was expressing her grief to me as I took this family pet away. I tried to communicate that I was also very sad, and that I would miss him, too, and that I made sure that Duke would be going to a very good home where he would be safe and happy.

To those who missed it: I moved in here a little over a month ago. My cousins had inherited this dog from their deceased mother, and did not wish to keep him for very much longer. Cousin #2 told me that she was going to call the local animal shelter and "give him back" (this is the shelter he was initially adopted from eight years ago) and I said no, please don't do that, let me find a good home for him. Cousin #2 is the Filipino wife of Cousin #1, my blood relative. Cousin #2's sister and brother-in-law also live with us; these two do not have much English, and while they are very kind, they are difficult for me to communicate with.

I don't know how much she understood, but I hope she doesn't blame me, and that she understands that I also regretted the necessity of rehoming him.

It is the best possible home, I am certain of it. When I went to take him today, I learned that his new mom had already invested in new bowls, a chest full of a variety of brand new toys, new bedding, handsome new leash and collar, and more. She is patient and soft and kind. She re-arranged her entire schedule to be home with Duke for a solid week, because as she says, "I don't want him to be lonely or scared in a new house." When I left, she handed me an envelope containing a card she had prepared for me. Inside was a lovely message thanking me for letting her be Duke's new mom, and promising me that she would take good care of him and make sure he never wants for love and attention. She also included a $50 gift card to Olive Garden. What? She is a wonderful woman and I am very happy with my choice. I do miss him already, though. She said I can visit periodically, at least until I move to Wisconsin.




• Blair will be here in four days! I am SO excited to see her, and to get up to some fun things around SoCal. It's a relatively short trip; she arrives Wednesday and goes home Sunday, but that's enough time to have a nice experience. We're going to Star Wars Nite on Thursday night, Disneyland on Friday, and then on Saturday I'm taking her to La Brea Tar Pits, they Greystone Mansion, and Santa Monica Pier, then the beach. Hell, maybe we'll go on a nice date to the Olive Garden at some point, courtesy of Duke's new mom.

I have a lot to do. I have to do laundry, pack my bags, bring down all our cosplay stuff so I can make repairs on a few items and wash others. Clean out my car. Take a trip to my storage unit to store some things I've lazily just kept in the trunk.Gas up the car. Re-do the pins in my Ita bag for SW Nite. Back up and delete a bunch of photos and videos from my phone to make as much space as possible; my poor phone is consistently at like 97% capacity. T.T

We've got DnD tomorrow and I work Monday, so it'll all pretty much need to get done Tuesday.




• I've gotten back into this cute, silly little browser game called Furry Paws, where you raise, train, breed, and compete your dogs. Goals are to level up, gain fame, breed the most genetically sound pups possible, and help improve the gene pools of the game world at large through selective breeding and caring for your litters. I used to play it years and years ago. The game is over 20 years old now. Back in the day I was a top player, not to brag, so starting over completely has been really hard. Still, it's just as fun as I remember. Anyone know what this game is? Anyone play? Anyone want to? If so, let me know: I've got referral codes.
southernmedicine: (moonchaser)
The lovely: I went to Disneyland today, which is always a good time, because I mean, it's Disneyland. It was exciting getting to meet Luke Skywalker at Galaxy's Edge; for years we've been begging Disney to let us have Luke, and they finally have. He's so cute, haha. And so polite and even and softspoken. I got to shake his leather-gloved hand, hue hue hue. Disneyland closed early today to clear the park for Star Wars Nite, an after-dark event, separately ticketed. They close at 8pm, but people with event tickets are allowed in the park starting at 6pm, so it was really fun getting to see all the Star Wars party revelers and cosplayers. I can't wait until it's my turn. Blair and I will be attending this event in two weeks.

The lame: When my cousins told me "eat whatever you want, whatever you find in the kitchen," I should have understood that this was going to work both ways. Still, I was surprised to find a lot of the groceries I'd bought last week gone, eaten by other people before I could get to it. I'm torn on whether or not I should say something. After all, I do end up getting to eat a fair amount of their food also, and this is kind of just their way? Meh. I will just buy groceries in very small batches. No more than I will eat within the next couple of days. It will mean many, many extra grocery store visits, but it is what it is, and it'll keep the peace.
southernmedicine: (chair)
I decided to pack a bag and come spend the day at the local library, and honestly, best decision I could have made in terms of spending my day off.

For one, it feels much nicer than my hot, stuffy room. 3/4 of my roommates are from the Philippines, which means they're used to very warm weather and they get cold easily. It also means I am running my ceiling fan every minute I'm at home and even then am sometimes laying in bed sweating.

For two, it's so comfortable! The seats are great for sitting in long term. It's quiet here, it's calm, my feet touch the floor unlike the chairs at Starbucks, which eventually start cutting off the circulation to my legs and hurting my butt. Plus here, I don't have to buy anything in order to be allowed to sit and use their internet as long as I want (though I am allowed drinks and snacks, should I feel like packing some to bring).

There's nothing to sit on in my room except my bed, but you can imagine how that's not very comfortable long term while trying to work on a laptop. The only desk in the house belongs to my cousins and is in their private office and covered in their things. The kitchen table is not only small, but it's in the center of the bustling downstairs, where people are talking loudly, moving around, cooking, watching tv with the volume turned up, ect, and I absolutely cannot get anything done there. I've been waiting until night time when everyone goes to bed, to sneak quietly downstairs to occupy the couch, but honestly that's not very comfortable either, and I always have to fret about waking the whole house when I head back upstairs. This house is creaky. As. Fuck.

It's been a wonderful time. I've been here about five hours so far, and I have accomplished several chapters of reading for my IT course, watched half a dozen module videos, completed two quizzes and took a test. I feel like I am actually learning because I'm comfortable and I can concentrate. I've also split up the studying by watching a handful of episodes of The Bad Batch, paying a bill I had due, and playing some Pokemon Go (there are three, count 'em three gyms right here at the library, hell yeah).

My laptop can go for about eight hours on a full charge, but there are plenty of outlets around here, which unfortunately can't be said for every public study space, but I lucked out. I think I will be spending a lot of my days off here going forward, especially as the weather starts to get warmer.

There is a sort of fast-food Italian place near here called Fazoli's - you heard of it? Anyone eaten there? The food looks pretty tasty and their prices are very reasonable, so once I've decided I've had enough of the library I think I'll try them out for dinner.
southernmedicine: (rebel phoenix)
It's been about a week since I got sick, and I'm feeling a lot better now, even if things like throat-clearing and nose-blowing are still lingering, and I still can't really hear out of my plugged left ear. I'll take it.

I slept again pretty much all day yesterday.

Today we had DnD, and it was a great session. It's so easy these days, it's hard to believe it ever made me so uncomfortable and nervous.

What was also great about today was that I took Duke to see another potential adoptive parent, and we've done it, this is the one. Early sixties, retired, lovely little house, big sunny yard, quiet, well-kept neighborhood. She has owned and even fostered animals her whole life, is a happy, active, healthy woman with a close, dog-loving family, and has done all her research on what the best care and training and foods are. She has a cozy, plush dog bed in every room, and stairs for the bed and sofa so whatever animal in her life has an easy time getting wherever it would like to go. She even has a little cabana out in the back yard, if the dog should prefer napping outside.

I love this lady. I told her how Duke blew his chances with another woman because the minute we brought him inside, he peed on her chair. This lady just laughed and said she would understand if that happened, on account of this is a new environment for Duke, and he's probably scared and confused, and all any animal needs is love and patience and understanding. She even said that she would clear her social calendar to be home for a solid week if she received Duke, to bond with him and help him acclimate. I am very, very sure about her, and I told my cousins that I believe she will provide the best possible home for Duke. Truly, he is a lucky boy who will be spoiled for certain, and live out his days in peace and coziness. She told me I could visit, too, whenever I want, since I live so close (until I move to Wisconsin) and that she'd text me pictures all the time so I can see how he's getting on.

I'm not sure when my cousins will part with him. I will miss him, but I'm also very happy and proud that I've managed to find him such a great home, and keep him out of the animal shelter or out of the hands of someone who would make him miserable.

Don't want to go to work tomorrow, even if I am feeling better. But I must. I need to make that cheddar, because Blair will be here in two weeks, ahhh! For Star Wars Nite, and Disneyland, and a couple of other fun excursions I have planned for her.

I will try to catch up on some messages and on my reading page but honestly, no promises there. Instead I will simply say I hope everyone is doing well! I am sending good vibes toward y'all.
southernmedicine: (yelena)
I am so sick. Monday I was starting to feel it, yesterday I woke up feeling like death. I went to urgent care, was told I had an ear infection, and received a three-medicine cocktail meant to knock it out quick. I called in sick to work today and am glad I did because there is no way I could have survived. I have been sleeping on and off since I got home from the pharmacy yesterday, and even getting up for short periods of time to use the bathroom, get more water, and move my body a little absolutely exhaust me. I took a bath at one point and fell asleep in the tub. Geez.

Had to cancel my Disneyland reservation for tomorrow, obviously, which is a shame because I had to cancel it last week; on account of WonderCon, I postponed it to this week. I only have a couple more months until my pass blacks out for the summer, but then I'll be moving to Wisconsin in July anyway, and won't get to use it for the rest of the year.

I'm glad I'm sick now instead of later this month when Blair visits for Star Wars Nite. There is my silver lining for the day.

Still behind on everything. Still very sorry if you're waiting on a response from me.
southernmedicine: (bode blaster)
I've been keeping quite busy.

WonderCon was this past weekend, and I had a great time. I've also been taking Duke around in my spare time to meet potential new owners, and I really like this young nerdy couple who live in an apartment just down the street, and have another small dog already that seems to get along with Duke well enough.

I've been cramping like crazy the past couple of days, which has left me feeling quite blah, but I'll be right as rain soon.

Kara's would-be birthday is on April 1st, and as I have done every year since she crossed the rainbow bridge, I'm going to purchase a cupcake and light a birthday candle for her.

A new therapist started this past week at my job, but I have only worked with her once and haven't really gotten to speak to her much. Hopefully she works out. I... will soon have to break it to my boss that he'll have to hire another therapist too, to replace me when I have to quit this summer to move away. Not looking forward to that.

Can't believe March is over. It's flying by. Slow dowwwwwn.

I'm super behind on everything. If you're waiting to hear back from me, apologies!
southernmedicine: (rebel phoenix)
Last night, since I knew I needed to be up early today, I decided to try a new kind of melatonin that I'd recently acquired. It's melatonin that comes infused in tasty little chocolates! I was careful to make sure I took the correct dosage, as one must when trying something new. One chocolate = one mg of melatonin, which is my standard dosage. Cool.

Not cool. Oh man. It wiped me out fast, but every time I closed my eyes I would get really dizzy, and then I would feel really nauseous. It got so bad that I was sure I was going to be sick, so I crept downstairs to hole up in the spare bathroom as not to wake up everybody if I started throwing up. I didn't, luckily, but it was close. As long as I remained upright with my eyes open, it was fine, but it was difficult on account of the melatonin doing its job and making me really, really want to fall asleep.

It was rough, but the effects faded after about an hour or so, and I was finally able to go to sleep. Had an insanely wild, vivid dream, too.

But I was able to get up early with no real issue, and I made it to Riverside for The (Inland) Empire Strikes Back just before it opened.

What a fun time! It wasn't huge, but it was big enough: around fifty or sixty vendors, half a dozen food trucks, and tons of photo ops. They even had the landspeeder that all the actors on the set of Ahsoka liked to right around in, autographed by everybody, and I got to sit in it and take pictures and stuff.

Some droid builders brought their fully functional remote controlled droids, so there was an R2D2 and a Rex roaming around. The cast of Skeleton Crew was there, they had raffles for cool stuff, and there were lightsaber demonstrations. Plus, there was lots of great cosplay. I'm very glad I heard about this event at the last second and was able to go!

It was HOT out today though, and the event was held outdoors in a fenced off park that was closed to non-event people for today. Unfortunately when I thought I had packed two water bottles, I had only packed one, so when I was done with it I started to get very thirsty. I could have patronized one of the food trucks but drinks were hella expensive and the lines were oppressively long. So I just stuck it out.

Then when I left, I made a bee line for the nearby gas station, bought two Gatorades, and pounded them both right there in my car. Ya girl sure enough got her electrolytes back in order, and those cold blue Gatorades were sublime.

Now I'm sleepy.
southernmedicine: (fist bump)
I'm more or less settled.

Today is the first day I haven't had to spend my free time doing hard physical labor of some kind. All I had to do was dump another donation of books at the library, mail a package, and pop into the store for some food. I also got myself some boba, as a treat, for all my hard work. And because, even though it is still March, it's already 75 degrees outside.

I've still got some stuff to organize and put away, but that's pretty much just at my own pace, or as long as I can handle leaving these boxes in the middle of my bedroom floor, heh. I've also got wifi now! And I've been bonding with the little dog my cousins have, Duke, who is the sweetest yet shyest little boy. I don't think anyone really pays much attention to him; he was my cousins' mother's dog, and they kept him when she passed away late last year. I love him, and he has taken quite the shine to me, the little attention-starved baby.

This weekend there is a Star Wars event I caught wind of, called The (Inland) Empire Strikes Back, which will be held at a park in Riverside that is known for hosting festivals and other events. I've already got a ticket, so I'm going to go. It won't be anything huge, but they'll have vendors, food trucks, raffles, lightsaber demonstrations, and part of the cast of Skeleton Crew is gonna be there for photos and autographs, so that's pretty cool! If nothing else, it'll be fun to be out and about and surrounded by other Star Wars fans. I'll have to remember to take some bracelets along to give out.
southernmedicine: (foreshadow)
Man. I am still not fully moved. It's been raining really hard a lot this past week, making repeated trips to the old house and the storage unit a real bear. I managed to get nearly all of it done yesterday - and blissfully my old roommates were out, so I had the place to myself to listen to music and use his wifi to download some things - but I've still got maybe two carloads left.

I'm currently posted up at the local Starbucks near the new place, because I needed to pay some bills and do a few things online, and I wanted to watch some stuff other than just youtube videos. I'm tellin' you, 5 gigs of data just does not get a person very far. y.y

I'm way behind on things here, and everywhere, really. I look forward to finally having wifi so I can play catch up and then settle back into normal, every day living. Tomorrow I work, then Tuesday I gotta finish moving my stuff. When I quit Starbucks for the evening, I'll have to go home and finish hauling the stuff I've already brought over upstairs, which I've been putting off because carrying heavy stuff upstairs is just not the most fun a girl can have.

Can't say I've got anything interesting to talk about, sadly.
southernmedicine: (foliage)
Yesterday I drank my last Space Coke.

I had been saving it since it was discontinued at the end of 2022. Can you believe that? And guess what? It still tasted great. Like space. Perfect carbonation.

But all things end, and I figured I would crack the very last can on the day I moved out of my home of nearly seven years, as a way to embrace change and mark the occasion.

I'll miss you, Space Coke. Rest in deliciousness.
southernmedicine: (foreshadow)
I feel like a broken record when I keep saying this, but I am so tired. I worked a full shift at my actual job and then came home and worked for four and a half more hours, until past midnight, continuing to pull and pack things. My big dresser is completely empty now and so is half my closet. I was able to do a load of laundry and dump a bunch of trash but I still have so much stuff to pack and I'm running out of boxes, yo.

My roommates have offered to use their car to help me haul twice as much stuff to my storage unit tomorrow, which was very nice of them. Once I do that I'll have to come home and, yeah, continue working. My feet hurt. My fingers have got all these scrapes and abrasions on them from dealing with boxes. I keep getting distracted by side quests.

I have to remember to clean the bathroom. At least I remembered to buy supplies for that when I stopped at the store on the way home. I just have so many books, man. And this after downsizing several times (I've moved about four times in the past decade). I'm keeping an eye on the weather, hoping the movers won't cancel if it rains, though the jury appears to still be out on whether or not it will.

I feel like I'm repeating myself a lot. Am I? It's all blending together. Half the time I don't even know what day it is.

In my scant downtime, I've started watching The Terror on a friend's recommendation. Enjoying it so far.

I got a haircut today, and it feels really good. My hair was getting very long and very shaggy, getting in the way, and getting too warm. I'm going to dye it again... tomorrow? If I have the time? At some point! Probably should do it before I clean the bathroom rather than after.

Yeah I don't know, that's it I guess. I'm looking forward to being able to talk about something else.
southernmedicine: (relatable logan)
It's been a rough couple of days, fam haha

Yesterday I was on Day Two of my period, which is always the worst, and I'm having a particularly bad one this month. I don't know who I pissed off, but they scheduled me for three 90-minute sessions back to back to back, which is literally unheard of. It was a very difficult shift, particularly while I was dealing with being so emotional and in so much pain.

Today I had to go in to the storage facility to sign the paperwork and get the keys to my unit. I packed my car with a load of stuff to take and while I was doing that, even though I was being careful, I felt the trunk I was carrying collide with my roommate's car. I look over and there's this long, deep scratch, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I was going to be late for my scheduled appointment though, so I had to just finish packing my car, go take care of the paperwork, move my load of stuff into my unit, and freak out all the way home.

I am already struggling financially because of having to move TWICE this year, and pay for my unit, ect. Now I have to pay for this car repair, I was very sure he would be really upset with me. But when I approached him about it he said that's been there; he could see where I did bump, but essentially it just sort of made an already existing scratch a little longer. I was so relieved I could cry. Then I DID cry, because I am so hormonal right now.

I had a virtual assessment scheduled for 3:30pm today that I hurried and made sure I was home for, but no one ever got in touch with me, so I had to email them about it and now I'm waiting to see if they get back to me, if/when I have to reschedule it, ect. My goal is to be moved out on March 11th if possible, so like. I need to get this done and if I do the assessment and they're too expensive, I will have to find different movers.

No amount of ibuprofen is helping with my cramps. I'm hungry. I am really thirsty. I'm just trying to rest and calm down and stay hydrated at this point. Later, I'm going to try and photograph more stuff to list for sale. We'll see if I get that done.
southernmedicine: (all things considered)
Today has been long.

I took a car load of stuff to my cousin's house and made seven trips up and down the stairs on my own (my cousins are elderly, I'm not asking them to help carry my stuff, much less upstairs!), then went by the city animal shelter to donate Kara's old things (had some bowls, leashes, and inflatable recovery cones).

Next, I went to the storage facility I decided on to take a tour of the different sized units and choose one. I think I got a great deal for what I ended up with - the last available unit of the size I needed, even! So she reserved it for me, and on Saturday I'll go and fill out the paperwork to open my account and take my first car load of stuff. It's *very* clean, seems really secure, and the employees are great. I think I made a good choice.

Stopped by Smart & Final because I remembered they have a bulk section, and I'm still looking for candied pineapple. I don't think I've mentioned it here, but ever since I had a drink at Oga's Cantina that contained candied pineapple, I have been hooked on it, except nobody sells it. I've checked into every store I can think of that might have it, tried a few farmer's markets. I'll have to end up ordering it online, but gosh.

Finally eating my first - and probably only - meal of the day. Way dehydrated haha. But at least I have had a shower and I am clean and cooled down (it was almost NINETY DEGREES today). Time to finally rest.
southernmedicine: (nightsister)
Today I got off work a little early, so I used this opportunity to get into the cabinets in the garage while my roommate was still at work (meaning his car wasn't blocking them from access). I pulled a bunch of my things out so I can look through them for more items to get rid of, and I found some of Kara's old things. Her dog bed, her dishes, some of her blankets. All very old, faded, covered in her hair. Not suitable for selling or donating, so I threw them away.

It was hard, though. Her fur was all over these things. Physical remnants. Her blankets smelled of her, and I got very emotional even though she's been gone for several years now. It hurt a little to discard her belongings like that, but discard them I did.

Just missing her extra tonight.

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