Monday, July 17, 2006
 

,Director / systems admin is on the plane BACK from California today (see Friday's entry).

So, just to keep things interesting, a server goes down. It took out the internet (sort of, long story), which wouldn't have been a problem, and I would have just left it down all day, but it's payroll week and we all need, and I mean NEED, our checks to go through. So, computer crap again. And I'm annoyed this time, because I should have been able to fix it myself. We have no contingency plan for this sort of thing happening, though, and I didn't have any administrative passwords or, really, the authority to do anything (but I did stuff anyway. don't tell).

Friday night's migraine then returned. So I went home, took various pills, chomped a bunch of antacids because the GERD symptoms were being a major pain, and tried to get myself to sleep the migraine off. That probably would have been the end of it (quick onset migraine is usually short but intense), but I woke up before I could sleep it off: the upstairs AC failed. Again. It was 80 in my room, and, make no mistake, with the outside temps in the 90s and the humidity having been sent by Satan himself, it was toasty up here in my room, which gets sunlight on three sides (an advantage I don't really use, given that I keep my curtains closed because of the frequent migraines; it's not really worth re-opening them and tying them back between spells-- my kingdom for blinds, though, because these thin white curtains don't do much in the way of light blocking).

Oh, and for the first time in yearsandyearsandyears, I had an asthma attack yesterday. It was intense, and I don't have an inhaler or anything anymore. I had forgotten how much it hurts and how scary it is not to be able to get air. I wish that hadn't happened; I was hoping that asthma was really and truly a thing of the past. I'm hoping it was a fluke (and I had been getting into major allergens; this was my own fault).

I have to go see stupid psychiatrist who can't remember my name tomorrow. bleeeaahhh. I doubt he'll do anything except say he'll see me in six weeks. He doesn't give a flip about how I feel.

There will probably be more complaining on that front later.

Recap:
I hate computers, I miss waaaaaaaaaaay too much work because of migraines, the psychiatrist won't even address the issue of whether I need to be taking preventative migraine medicine (which he SHOULD do, since he's got me OD'ing on all these various braindrugs), I'm hungry, I'm fat, and my reflux is killing me.

Love ya, goodnight.

PS: On a slightly more positive note, the Sookie Stackhouse Southern vampire books by Charlaine Harris are quite good for mindless entertainment. By comparison to similar books by MaryJanice Davidson, they're positively deep. I like 'em both, anyway. (this is where an MA in English gets you, apparently-- actually, it also got me into the nuthouse, so I should give the grad program credit where credit is due)

Labels: books, computers, drugs, fatness, library, migraines, pdoc

Elvisette philosophized at 10:48 PM