Right. Survived the operation, with the help of kind personnel, strong painkillers and my own bullheadedness.
Right now, doggone tired, so the descriptions of the gory details will come sometime later. Suffice to say, today they removed the sewing thread, but my ear is still leaking fluids, which irks me, because it's annoying feeling. No longer loopy from the painkillers, or climbing the walls from frustration on what to do in the hospital. Survived the shame of having to piss in the bed.... erk. Guys really have it easier, because of their ding-dong between their legs. I swear, I am jealous. /pouts/. No matter, it's done and over with, it was a little mortifying but a man gotta do what a man gotta do, and if that means to piss in a latrine under yer ass, them you damned well piss into it, polite manners be damned. after all of that, no matter how educated you are, you still have the body and needs of an animal.
My feelings? Irritated, and wondering if made a right decision, even if I am now more comfortable than before they removed the thread. We'll see if the operation was actually successful a month later, but until then, I gotta get myself into shape, health wise, because I wanna have my skull whole again.
Bit my beta, because she didn't beta all of the sent material yet, and I intend to give 'er some more to chew on... as soon as I get enough snooze to be actually awake. Gawd, but waking up at the damned hour of 4.50 is an ungodly business that shouldn't have been done, or if it has to be, then the least amount of times possible. Yeah, chronic snoozer and whatnot, in my defense, love my sleep.
Tomorrow, I hope I will be more sane.
Signing off,
Eirenei
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
...Derp.. Derp.... Derp... Bingo.
Well, I didn't pipe up for some time, and now reportning back from the madness that is my life.
Yap, I am mad. Loco, barking, whatever you wish. Mad anyway. I mean mad in a crazy sense.... and cramming Anatomy last minute in my skull can attest to that sad, but true fact. /Sweatdrops/
My reason for picking up Anatomy was simple - preparations for National Exams because you gotta know just what are you massaging when you have one poor sod or sod-ette on the massage table. You can play amateurish massage all you like, but eventually, it becomes a bore and more a chore than an interesting work. One of the reasons why I somehow convinced myself to pay a hefty fee, got myself kicked up every Saturday without fail to get to school, even if I bemoaned the loss of my toasty warm bed, and suffered under the paws of my colleagues.... and also made them suffer under mine... until we all gradually got better, but that's another story for another day. Or night, for that matter. Also, you suffer under the massive amount of data about Anatomy, Ethnics, First Aid, Massage and so on and so forth /dry snerk/.
Enough of my scary stories, let's get on with the main one. my bad habit is procrastinating, because if it doesn't interest me, then you will rarely catch me working on a project that needs to be done. usually, uninteresting one are shuffled into the bin under Last Minute tag, which means I have practically force myself to do the onerous deed, because if not, then there are dire consequences. Yeah, yeah, I know, supremely bad habit, and one I should not be proud of, and every time I do it, I promise myself to do better next time. /Double sweatdrop/. Sometimes, it works. Sometimes, it fails.
Yesterday was one such day. After procrastinating for a week, I was finally pressed into grabbing the Anatomy books and all other knickknacks and get to work.... because the very next day, I had the National Exam! And anyone who studied Anatomy can tell you this is madness in a bottle - guaranteed to scramble your brains into pretty gray and white mush once you are done with it. My brains were not thankful, but because I abuse them frequently, they had to suck it up and suffer along with me. And I really wanted to do a premise for the Fate/Stay night story /grumbles/....
Today was the dreaded date. We were all a little petrified what will come out of this, because National Exams can be a nightmare, or they can be a breeze... depends on the day and the mood of examines. Didn't help we had the dratted Anatomy, and we all prayed the written test would be merciful in that sense. We already wrote the said subject twice, thank you very much, and no one was inclined to have a third repeat - Basic Anatomy, Specialized Anatomy (muscles, bones and nerves), each of them had it's own exam. Go figure.
We were also nervous because of practical, as even if you did the theory 100%, if you failed practical, you failed overall. Cruel, but true, even if theory was 60% of the grade, and practice some measly 40%. It was a lottery - some of us are better at the back massage, some prefer hand, some stomach, and so on...and it didn't help I was among the first ones to be questioned just because my surname is at the beginning of the alphabet /sour grumble/. This is proverbial jump out of the hot oil into the fire, but what can you do?
The exam was surprisingly easy... and thankfully no Anatomy thrown in... well, almost none, even if there were some clever questions - edema, inflammation, information through the phone, specific position of some muscles in the body. /Shakes head, sweatdropping/. I was surprised how easy the exam was, but that raised my hackles about the practical all the more - if the examiner asked me about Anatomy it would have been 50/50 in my chance of getting the answer right, depending on the question asked. Bones are okay, but I developed a severe and passionate dislike for the muscles of back, arms and legs. Yes, you can learn the most basic muscles, but when it comes to the details, you are so boned it isn't even funny. If you are masochist, try it. If you are not, then stay the hell away until you need it. Yes, I am serious.
When I came in with my victim - funny story, we also had to get our own volunteers. On our notices it wrote we had to bring two big towels, identity card and volunteer. Helloo, just how in the heck can I bring up some man that weighs at least twice as much as me? /Dry snort/. No, it wasn't typo, they seriously wrote it up like that, and we had a lot of amusement with this little tidbit.
Well, I was asked about the preparation of massage table, winged it, and then asked to massage the arm. When I heard the request, my brain supplied an expletive - because arm massage is my weak point at some sections - I looked up back and leg, along with stomach and chest one, because it was more probable of me to get one of these, and I get the one I didn't look up closely enough. But when you are in doubt, you work with what you have, and when you are in doubt, you bulllshit if needed be. No, I didn't mistype. It's just a fact of life. Thankfully, I still knew how to do what I was asked to do... somehow, because if you massage for two months consecutively, you burn into your retinas and hands how to do the things, even if you are unsure of the phases you have to do the deed in to get successfully done. In fact, I was so thorough the examiner stopped me before I got to the really critical parts, saying she saw that I knew my stuff, and kicked me out, along with my lil' victim (who was, by the way, at least half taller than me) /snarky grin/.
We were, of course assaulted with questions of our fellow examinees - some of us had luck in our examiners, and some had to do the darned good work to get through the entire thing. It depended on the individual's view. But all three of us escaped with our lives and professional dignity intact, so that gave a good feeling to the next victims. We had to wait for an hour before we were called in and officially told that we passed /yay/ and then we were free to do anything with our sorry carcasses and smoked out brain. Seriously, that kind of exam just washes out all the power you have... it's even worse than National Exam at the end of schooling. /groans/. I just wonder what kind of washed out rag I would be after the thesis defense... /shudder/, because finishing the darn thing is the next thing on my to-do list. Drat, and double drat. /warily eyes the .... uh, project/.
Right. Now, here I am with freshly done National Exam, my brains fried by the incredible amount of data and listening to the GACKT's lil' itty bitty snarky song of a Mirror . Yeah, I admit, I began snooping around for his songs, if only just out of the curiosity how the inspiration for the Genesis sounded as himself. And to my surprise, he is very, very good. At least to my ears, but it's good enough for me.
And tomorrow? No snoozin' for me, because I gotta pick up the lettuce for my Aunt 'cause my mom has trouble with back, but I have some good surprises for her in store, as it's her birthday. As for writing some stories... well, I do have to get my ass out of the funk of writing reviews for some particular stubborn ass and get my things done.
Even if my beta is not on the 'net yet /growls/. Well, hell, then the next stories will be unbeta-ed for the time . /groans/
Fuck it, still wanna write and post, and some grammar annoyances won't stop me from doing so.
Signing off,
Eirenei
Yap, I am mad. Loco, barking, whatever you wish. Mad anyway. I mean mad in a crazy sense.... and cramming Anatomy last minute in my skull can attest to that sad, but true fact. /Sweatdrops/
My reason for picking up Anatomy was simple - preparations for National Exams because you gotta know just what are you massaging when you have one poor sod or sod-ette on the massage table. You can play amateurish massage all you like, but eventually, it becomes a bore and more a chore than an interesting work. One of the reasons why I somehow convinced myself to pay a hefty fee, got myself kicked up every Saturday without fail to get to school, even if I bemoaned the loss of my toasty warm bed, and suffered under the paws of my colleagues.... and also made them suffer under mine... until we all gradually got better, but that's another story for another day. Or night, for that matter. Also, you suffer under the massive amount of data about Anatomy, Ethnics, First Aid, Massage and so on and so forth /dry snerk/.
Enough of my scary stories, let's get on with the main one. my bad habit is procrastinating, because if it doesn't interest me, then you will rarely catch me working on a project that needs to be done. usually, uninteresting one are shuffled into the bin under Last Minute tag, which means I have practically force myself to do the onerous deed, because if not, then there are dire consequences. Yeah, yeah, I know, supremely bad habit, and one I should not be proud of, and every time I do it, I promise myself to do better next time. /Double sweatdrop/. Sometimes, it works. Sometimes, it fails.
Yesterday was one such day. After procrastinating for a week, I was finally pressed into grabbing the Anatomy books and all other knickknacks and get to work.... because the very next day, I had the National Exam! And anyone who studied Anatomy can tell you this is madness in a bottle - guaranteed to scramble your brains into pretty gray and white mush once you are done with it. My brains were not thankful, but because I abuse them frequently, they had to suck it up and suffer along with me. And I really wanted to do a premise for the Fate/Stay night story /grumbles/....
Today was the dreaded date. We were all a little petrified what will come out of this, because National Exams can be a nightmare, or they can be a breeze... depends on the day and the mood of examines. Didn't help we had the dratted Anatomy, and we all prayed the written test would be merciful in that sense. We already wrote the said subject twice, thank you very much, and no one was inclined to have a third repeat - Basic Anatomy, Specialized Anatomy (muscles, bones and nerves), each of them had it's own exam. Go figure.
We were also nervous because of practical, as even if you did the theory 100%, if you failed practical, you failed overall. Cruel, but true, even if theory was 60% of the grade, and practice some measly 40%. It was a lottery - some of us are better at the back massage, some prefer hand, some stomach, and so on...and it didn't help I was among the first ones to be questioned just because my surname is at the beginning of the alphabet /sour grumble/. This is proverbial jump out of the hot oil into the fire, but what can you do?
The exam was surprisingly easy... and thankfully no Anatomy thrown in... well, almost none, even if there were some clever questions - edema, inflammation, information through the phone, specific position of some muscles in the body. /Shakes head, sweatdropping/. I was surprised how easy the exam was, but that raised my hackles about the practical all the more - if the examiner asked me about Anatomy it would have been 50/50 in my chance of getting the answer right, depending on the question asked. Bones are okay, but I developed a severe and passionate dislike for the muscles of back, arms and legs. Yes, you can learn the most basic muscles, but when it comes to the details, you are so boned it isn't even funny. If you are masochist, try it. If you are not, then stay the hell away until you need it. Yes, I am serious.
When I came in with my victim - funny story, we also had to get our own volunteers. On our notices it wrote we had to bring two big towels, identity card and volunteer. Helloo, just how in the heck can I bring up some man that weighs at least twice as much as me? /Dry snort/. No, it wasn't typo, they seriously wrote it up like that, and we had a lot of amusement with this little tidbit.
Well, I was asked about the preparation of massage table, winged it, and then asked to massage the arm. When I heard the request, my brain supplied an expletive - because arm massage is my weak point at some sections - I looked up back and leg, along with stomach and chest one, because it was more probable of me to get one of these, and I get the one I didn't look up closely enough. But when you are in doubt, you work with what you have, and when you are in doubt, you bulllshit if needed be. No, I didn't mistype. It's just a fact of life. Thankfully, I still knew how to do what I was asked to do... somehow, because if you massage for two months consecutively, you burn into your retinas and hands how to do the things, even if you are unsure of the phases you have to do the deed in to get successfully done. In fact, I was so thorough the examiner stopped me before I got to the really critical parts, saying she saw that I knew my stuff, and kicked me out, along with my lil' victim (who was, by the way, at least half taller than me) /snarky grin/.
We were, of course assaulted with questions of our fellow examinees - some of us had luck in our examiners, and some had to do the darned good work to get through the entire thing. It depended on the individual's view. But all three of us escaped with our lives and professional dignity intact, so that gave a good feeling to the next victims. We had to wait for an hour before we were called in and officially told that we passed /yay/ and then we were free to do anything with our sorry carcasses and smoked out brain. Seriously, that kind of exam just washes out all the power you have... it's even worse than National Exam at the end of schooling. /groans/. I just wonder what kind of washed out rag I would be after the thesis defense... /shudder/, because finishing the darn thing is the next thing on my to-do list. Drat, and double drat. /warily eyes the .... uh, project/.
Right. Now, here I am with freshly done National Exam, my brains fried by the incredible amount of data and listening to the GACKT's lil' itty bitty snarky song of a Mirror . Yeah, I admit, I began snooping around for his songs, if only just out of the curiosity how the inspiration for the Genesis sounded as himself. And to my surprise, he is very, very good. At least to my ears, but it's good enough for me.
And tomorrow? No snoozin' for me, because I gotta pick up the lettuce for my Aunt 'cause my mom has trouble with back, but I have some good surprises for her in store, as it's her birthday. As for writing some stories... well, I do have to get my ass out of the funk of writing reviews for some particular stubborn ass and get my things done.
Even if my beta is not on the 'net yet /growls/. Well, hell, then the next stories will be unbeta-ed for the time . /groans/
Fuck it, still wanna write and post, and some grammar annoyances won't stop me from doing so.
Signing off,
Eirenei
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Aim To Misbehave - Wahoo, an update!
Well, shit.
Instead of readying for my course exam like crazy, I once again poked at my keyboard in an attempt to get another story out.
Maybe you do, but perhaps you don't know, that me updating became somewhat of a rarity these times, and I have two good reasons. First one is, I have the exam and *derp* sessions. Whodda thunk that being a masseuse can be so very exhausting? Not me, that's for certain. Second one, and more important, is that MHB had to say to her router goodbye, courtesy of her parents' carelessness... I know that the older generation isn't particularly tech savvy, but to damage a router.../stares/. Well, suffice to say, it ain't pretty, no matter from what angle you are looking at the deed. Myself, I more or less destroyed one too, but that was courtesy of unprotected wires on the router than anything else, and my carelessness with moving the laptop. I didn't have my own laptop then, and I had been working on some ancient lappy that still demanded router and all that, so the disaster was more or less unenviable. Still. Ouch, ouch and ouch.
Back to the story, this time it's another of the Scrapbook Jewels, this time it's Aim To Misbehave,
the courtesy of my nagging beta whining for her Christmas present and my brain-fart, courtesy of Mal's legendary phrase and his floral bonnet /snickers/. Anyway, did the thing - found it by chance on my driver and got around to editing it - and I am seriously thinking about getting an editor for this kind of shit, because I still get some mistakes sometimes in stories, just because I am not attentive enough on the wording and the likes.
Still got a reality check in the shape of my mom that wanted to know how goes the writing of my thesis. /Whistles innocently/. What thesis? But still, I am on an unofficial schedule to get the darned thing done with the deadline of of the end of February, and hopefully with a colleague to check over the little monster and me doing the practical work, I will manage to do it quite thoroughly /slumped shoulders/. Although I got to admit I don't know where's the head and where's the tail of the entire damned thing, because it's so humongous. Seems I will have some work to do to shape it into mean and lean piece of thesis that would steamroll the professors' opinions and questions into dust. /Sigh/.
On the laptop side, I finally got the outer shell for my drive - in my last post I wrote about me swapping the drive - the old one went out for SSD, however I still need the former, because having additional place for saving data and songs is never bad idea... if you have appropriate outer shell for it, of course. I briefly entertained the thought of outfitting my previous 1 TB disk with an outer shell, but discarded the idea because the outer shell for 2,5 disk is cheaper than 3,5 and besides, I still have enough place for anything and everything my crazy mind needs to save on the laptop drive, outer drive, USB key or CD-R - and I am thankful I have enough of the media to actually save the data on. Now if I could get the attic straightened up /mumbles/... There is where the majority of my paper-backed data is and I really gotta get it in order, because it's a nuisance that is cluttering the otherwise innocent place. So, one of my projects for summer is to clean up the place and get some money out of it. And space, don't forget the space /maniac grin/.
Right-oh. And I have another maniac plotdragon on my proverbial tail.... courtesy of the Eiffel 65 song, Another Race . /Twitches/. As if I don't have enough of''em. This time, it's FFVII fandom, and really, this is getting ridiculous. I already have a small mountain of 'em to burn through... and at this rate I really have to find some notebook to keep the track of all the ideas I have.
Now, where to find something with more than 200 blank A4 pages...? /ruffles through the assorted notebooks/
Wish me luck for the exam and see you (hopefully!) soon,
Eirenei
Instead of readying for my course exam like crazy, I once again poked at my keyboard in an attempt to get another story out.
Maybe you do, but perhaps you don't know, that me updating became somewhat of a rarity these times, and I have two good reasons. First one is, I have the exam and *derp* sessions. Whodda thunk that being a masseuse can be so very exhausting? Not me, that's for certain. Second one, and more important, is that MHB had to say to her router goodbye, courtesy of her parents' carelessness... I know that the older generation isn't particularly tech savvy, but to damage a router.../stares/. Well, suffice to say, it ain't pretty, no matter from what angle you are looking at the deed. Myself, I more or less destroyed one too, but that was courtesy of unprotected wires on the router than anything else, and my carelessness with moving the laptop. I didn't have my own laptop then, and I had been working on some ancient lappy that still demanded router and all that, so the disaster was more or less unenviable. Still. Ouch, ouch and ouch.
Back to the story, this time it's another of the Scrapbook Jewels, this time it's Aim To Misbehave,
the courtesy of my nagging beta whining for her Christmas present and my brain-fart, courtesy of Mal's legendary phrase and his floral bonnet /snickers/. Anyway, did the thing - found it by chance on my driver and got around to editing it - and I am seriously thinking about getting an editor for this kind of shit, because I still get some mistakes sometimes in stories, just because I am not attentive enough on the wording and the likes.
Still got a reality check in the shape of my mom that wanted to know how goes the writing of my thesis. /Whistles innocently/. What thesis? But still, I am on an unofficial schedule to get the darned thing done with the deadline of of the end of February, and hopefully with a colleague to check over the little monster and me doing the practical work, I will manage to do it quite thoroughly /slumped shoulders/. Although I got to admit I don't know where's the head and where's the tail of the entire damned thing, because it's so humongous. Seems I will have some work to do to shape it into mean and lean piece of thesis that would steamroll the professors' opinions and questions into dust. /Sigh/.
On the laptop side, I finally got the outer shell for my drive - in my last post I wrote about me swapping the drive - the old one went out for SSD, however I still need the former, because having additional place for saving data and songs is never bad idea... if you have appropriate outer shell for it, of course. I briefly entertained the thought of outfitting my previous 1 TB disk with an outer shell, but discarded the idea because the outer shell for 2,5 disk is cheaper than 3,5 and besides, I still have enough place for anything and everything my crazy mind needs to save on the laptop drive, outer drive, USB key or CD-R - and I am thankful I have enough of the media to actually save the data on. Now if I could get the attic straightened up /mumbles/... There is where the majority of my paper-backed data is and I really gotta get it in order, because it's a nuisance that is cluttering the otherwise innocent place. So, one of my projects for summer is to clean up the place and get some money out of it. And space, don't forget the space /maniac grin/.
Right-oh. And I have another maniac plotdragon on my proverbial tail.... courtesy of the Eiffel 65 song, Another Race . /Twitches/. As if I don't have enough of''em. This time, it's FFVII fandom, and really, this is getting ridiculous. I already have a small mountain of 'em to burn through... and at this rate I really have to find some notebook to keep the track of all the ideas I have.
Now, where to find something with more than 200 blank A4 pages...? /ruffles through the assorted notebooks/
Wish me luck for the exam and see you (hopefully!) soon,
Eirenei
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