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clevermanka) wrote2014-09-28 06:50 am
clevermanka) wrote2014-09-28 06:50 am
He was coming at me with a knife and all I had were two rat-tail combs
Woke up at 4am from a combo of being really hungry (I didn't have much of an appetite yesterday) and a nasty, violent dream (see subject line of post). Good times.
I was gonna try the rock climbing thing at the student rec center, but I think that's a little more ambitious than reasonable right now. Instead I'm gonna re-join Westside Yoga and hit at least the two evening classes on Thursdays. At 5:45 is a vinyasa flow class and then at 7:15 is a restorative class (which was great last time I took it). Westside Yoga has unlimited classes for $50 a month, so if I'm taking two classes a week, that's pretty cheap, even if I do have to drive way the fuck to the opposite side of town. To get that price, they require you to sign up for six months at a time, but for some reason I'm always more motivated to go to yoga classes in the winter, so that works fine for me.
So I'll have Sunday boxing, Tuesday tai chi, and Thursday yoga. Maybe by spring I can start lifting again. POSITIVE THINKING.
I almost cried again yesterday, twice, for different reasons/absolutely no reasons at all so that was frustrating. I am not a naturally emotional person (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mckitterick is not the first person to refer to me as Spock or Vulcan), and constantly being under the weight of near-tears is so fucking annoying. I feel like I could cry right now for absolutely no other reason than I feel like I could cry right now for absolutely no reason.
Monday morning I go in for the usual blood tests and four new ones: HS-CRP, which measures general inflammation levels; IG-1, which measures stress--lifestyle stress, exercise stress, and calorie/nutrient depletion; Vitamin D levels, which if low can correlate to low testosterone and high cortisol; and oxygen saturation, which might be what's causing my chronic weakness, fatigue, and shortness of breath. That's gonna be, like, half a pint of blood. Sheesh. In my never-ending research (yes, I found out about and requested those myself--hurray for doctors who will run tests based on my own research but JFC I am tired of doing my own research), I found out about something called cytotoxic hypersensitivity which basically as far as I can tell means being allergic to everything in the world including oneself. I have no idea if this information is actually helpful or meaningful or could in any way lead to possible solutions to my health issues, but it's a new phrase to throw around and that's always fun. *eyeroll*
Did I tell you guys I'm on Twitter now? I don't tweet very often, just a warning. I use it as a sort of drive-by thing when I have something quick to say that doesn't warrant an LJ post. Things might pick up when I get a smart phone. Someday. Maybe. I'm actually a little worried about what I'll be like when I get a smart phone because GOD DAMN I LOVE THE INTERNET SO MUCH.
I was gonna try the rock climbing thing at the student rec center, but I think that's a little more ambitious than reasonable right now. Instead I'm gonna re-join Westside Yoga and hit at least the two evening classes on Thursdays. At 5:45 is a vinyasa flow class and then at 7:15 is a restorative class (which was great last time I took it). Westside Yoga has unlimited classes for $50 a month, so if I'm taking two classes a week, that's pretty cheap, even if I do have to drive way the fuck to the opposite side of town. To get that price, they require you to sign up for six months at a time, but for some reason I'm always more motivated to go to yoga classes in the winter, so that works fine for me.
So I'll have Sunday boxing, Tuesday tai chi, and Thursday yoga. Maybe by spring I can start lifting again. POSITIVE THINKING.
I almost cried again yesterday, twice, for different reasons/absolutely no reasons at all so that was frustrating. I am not a naturally emotional person (
mckitterick is not the first person to refer to me as Spock or Vulcan), and constantly being under the weight of near-tears is so fucking annoying. I feel like I could cry right now for absolutely no other reason than I feel like I could cry right now for absolutely no reason. Monday morning I go in for the usual blood tests and four new ones: HS-CRP, which measures general inflammation levels; IG-1, which measures stress--lifestyle stress, exercise stress, and calorie/nutrient depletion; Vitamin D levels, which if low can correlate to low testosterone and high cortisol; and oxygen saturation, which might be what's causing my chronic weakness, fatigue, and shortness of breath. That's gonna be, like, half a pint of blood. Sheesh. In my never-ending research (yes, I found out about and requested those myself--hurray for doctors who will run tests based on my own research but JFC I am tired of doing my own research), I found out about something called cytotoxic hypersensitivity which basically as far as I can tell means being allergic to everything in the world including oneself. I have no idea if this information is actually helpful or meaningful or could in any way lead to possible solutions to my health issues, but it's a new phrase to throw around and that's always fun. *eyeroll*
Did I tell you guys I'm on Twitter now? I don't tweet very often, just a warning. I use it as a sort of drive-by thing when I have something quick to say that doesn't warrant an LJ post. Things might pick up when I get a smart phone. Someday. Maybe. I'm actually a little worried about what I'll be like when I get a smart phone because GOD DAMN I LOVE THE INTERNET SO MUCH.
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The never-ending blood-letting is super-annoying.. and expensive. Ugh, I'm so sorry.
But I'm glad that you posted that link, because I read the bottom bits and found out that the Giant Cell Arteritis (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giant-cell_arteritis) that Mum got at about my age is also an auto-immune disorder. Hm. All this time, I'd thought it was genetic. Regardless, time for me to be vigilant.
Linked to your Twitter. I rarely use mine either, and feel free to drop the Passion Parties me, as I'm going to start throwing out a bunch of sales and specials to get rid of my inventory, so that might be annoying. Or.. don't and help me spread the word :)
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I will keep my fingers crossed that something comes out of the tests.
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