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inulroNot that there's much to me - what you see is what you get.
I'm an outgoing, bouncy, hyperactive person trapped in a body with some form of chronic fatigue/ chronic pain illness. The degree to which it affects me varies greatly - from the C14 flavour of not being able to make it to the after parties right through to not being able to work or walk to the bus stop. Mostly towards the better end - I (usually) work full time, but in cruddy marginal employment because I have no brain any more. Which the medical establishment will not take seriously - apparently, as long as you can say "cognitive deficit" you don't have one.
I'm really bad at passage of time - "some time in the far future" morphs right into "oh shit, that's tomorrow" and thus my forward planning is a lot crap.
I hate flaky, unreliable people. You can only imagine my feelings about having become one.
Most of my posts are public. I get some flak for this, but one of the stupider effects of my illness is that I'm pretty crap at keeping in any kind of personal touch, and believe it or not, not everyone in my life is on LJ. All the public posts mean people can reassure themselves that I'm OK when they haven't heard from me for months.
I am the crazy rodent lady - why wait till you're old? Rodent levels around here are a lot saner this last year as I no longer work at an animal shelter so there is much less scope for the little buggers coming home with me. Currently I have one rabbit and two hamsters, but I'm probably going to go see a lady about another rabbit soon.
Things I'm overly sensitive about:
1. Making fun of the skinny chicks - For those of you who've seen me in person lately, this is me at 40. After doubling in size at 30 and piling on the pounds after being diagnosed with gastritis earlier this year. I've been brewing a whole post about this for a while. It might even happen one day.
2. Making fun of ugly people - the only reason I look as good as I do is orthopaedic surgery.
3. Casual over-use of the term "stalker". Someone I know was actually stalked and kidnapped. There was a trial and everything. Someone you don't know replying to a comment you made on a third party's journal does not in any way constitute stalking. Get over yourself.
For someone who is militantly badly dressed (I have a real problem with "good taste"), I have an awful lot of clothes. They don't call me Imelda for nothing.
I'm interested in too many things to follow up even if I had a brain and the time to use it.
Er - that's all I can think of. For now. It'll all come back to me as soon as I hit send.
I'm an outgoing, bouncy, hyperactive person trapped in a body with some form of chronic fatigue/ chronic pain illness. The degree to which it affects me varies greatly - from the C14 flavour of not being able to make it to the after parties right through to not being able to work or walk to the bus stop. Mostly towards the better end - I (usually) work full time, but in cruddy marginal employment because I have no brain any more. Which the medical establishment will not take seriously - apparently, as long as you can say "cognitive deficit" you don't have one.
I'm really bad at passage of time - "some time in the far future" morphs right into "oh shit, that's tomorrow" and thus my forward planning is a lot crap.
I hate flaky, unreliable people. You can only imagine my feelings about having become one.
Most of my posts are public. I get some flak for this, but one of the stupider effects of my illness is that I'm pretty crap at keeping in any kind of personal touch, and believe it or not, not everyone in my life is on LJ. All the public posts mean people can reassure themselves that I'm OK when they haven't heard from me for months.
I am the crazy rodent lady - why wait till you're old? Rodent levels around here are a lot saner this last year as I no longer work at an animal shelter so there is much less scope for the little buggers coming home with me. Currently I have one rabbit and two hamsters, but I'm probably going to go see a lady about another rabbit soon.
Things I'm overly sensitive about:
1. Making fun of the skinny chicks - For those of you who've seen me in person lately, this is me at 40. After doubling in size at 30 and piling on the pounds after being diagnosed with gastritis earlier this year. I've been brewing a whole post about this for a while. It might even happen one day.
2. Making fun of ugly people - the only reason I look as good as I do is orthopaedic surgery.
3. Casual over-use of the term "stalker". Someone I know was actually stalked and kidnapped. There was a trial and everything. Someone you don't know replying to a comment you made on a third party's journal does not in any way constitute stalking. Get over yourself.
For someone who is militantly badly dressed (I have a real problem with "good taste"), I have an awful lot of clothes. They don't call me Imelda for nothing.
I'm interested in too many things to follow up even if I had a brain and the time to use it.
Er - that's all I can think of. For now. It'll all come back to me as soon as I hit send.
