Corner of Bourbon & Division

I awoke this morning and actually forced myself out of bed only 10 minutes after my alarm went off. I was super proud of myself because it looked like I was going to get out there and take Peggy out for exercise! And then the vertigo hit and I nearly fell over. Well, fuck. All was not lost, I told myself. I would take some Serc (that's the anti-vertigo med I have in case I need it), and since I wasn't nauseated I figured I would see if the Serc made the vertigo go away, and tried to carry on with my day. Two minutes later and I was puking what was left of last night's dinner. 

At that point I gave it up as a bad job and went back to bed. I tried sleeping it off before work, but that didn't pan out either, so I ended up sleeping most of the morning away. The good news is that once I was up I felt much better, and I just spent the rest of the day chilling with Peggy. I am going to pay for this tomorrow, because I will have to catch up on everything I didn't get done yesterday AND all of last week. Still, an extra day off was nice, even if I did spend at least half of it basically unconscious.

Sick days are weird during a pandemic. Normally when you call in sick to work your place of work isn't allowed to ask about WHY you're taking time off work. At least, not in Canada, because employers are not entitled to your personal medical information (that shit is protected information). Even though that is still in effect, I still feel vaguely compelled to divulge at least part of what's going on, because, well, there's a pandemic happening! And in theory if I or my employees had COVID-19 none of us would be obligated to give that information, but we're asking people to volunteer that information for the purposes of contact tracing and whatnot. It's a weird balancing act of privacy vs public health emergency.

I need to go to bed soon. The problem with getting up late is that your whole day kind of gets shifted late as well, and the next thing you know it's 9pm and nothing has gotten done. Oh well. As the quote goes, tomorrow is another day.

The universe rewarded me for turning 36 with a wicked bout of vertigo in the middle of my night shift, which I was working alone. So I had to call my boss in disgrace for the second time in six months and crawl home and wait for death, but not before I ended up puking in the trash can at work because I couldn't make it to the bathroom. It was extra humiliating. /o\ I also had to cancel my first ever volunteer session at Shepherds of Good Hope, which also sucked.

So things are a little like my icon, but without the vodka, and it's not nearly as fun as it looks.

I spent today curled up with my laptop, posted some fanfiction and took a nap. I also did dishes, so that today wouldn't be a total write-off. I'm scheduled to have a Skype chat with my parents later on too, which will be nice. The world has (mostly) stopped spinning, and moving doesn't make me throw up anymore, so that's a win. :)

Now seems like as good a time as any to talk about my plans for the year. I've decided not to do "resolutions" in the traditional sense of the word. That being said, I do have a lot on my plate for the foreseeable future.

( 2015 behind the cut! )

Anyway, that concludes my lengthy rambling about what I have in mind for the year. I'd promise to post more, but that's probably a lie. I seem to go through phases when I post a lot, and others in which I post only sporadically or not at all, and I think I'll just stick to that. I'll post when I feel I have something of value to share, and that will have to suffice.

Happy New Year again, everyone!