screw you

1)Hi all. I am getting back on the workout and eating better path and will probably start talking about it again. I've added a number of new people since the last time I asked about this and some of you may have changed your feelings on the subject. So I'm polling to see who wants to be on the filter. If you are on the current one and don't respond I will leave you on and I don't auto add anyone. I may occasionally talk about these subject outside of the filter but primarily I try and keep it under there as this is a subject that is sensitive for a lot of people.

[Poll #1148729]

2) queenofthorns posted about "Technological Sabbath" which I found really interesting. I don't generally check my internet on the weekends much (surfing 40 hours a week is plenty for me) but I am thinking about taking on the TV/DVD/Video Games aspect of my technological dependency. Maybe then I'd get some reading done and a little space to think.

3) Last night I watched the season 2 premiere and the Eliza Dushku episode of Ugly Betty. I still adore this show, which balances horrible over the top cliche and heartfelt earnest emotion. That isn't why I stopped watching it; I stopped watching it because it was pleasant but it didn't add anything to my life and I was spending too much time in front of the TV. That reason still stands. I still feel really warm and fuzzy about it though. Also... Eliza is still ridiculously pretty.

4) Meme Stolen from etrangere:

Name a character I write [am familiar with] and I'll tell you how s/he lost her/his virginity.

So yesterday I finally called the doctor's office, bracing myself for disappointment. They said one of the other doctors in the practice could see me at 4:30 and I eagerly agreed. Of course 4:30 really means 5:20 but you have to get there on time anyway. The reason I had finally stopped procrastinating and made the appointment was that my face felt sore and bruised now instead of just the normal sinus pressure and congestion and I was beginning to think that it was a sinus infection and maybe they'd give me antibiotics that would help temporarily even if they continued to tell me there was nothing they could do about the allergies except the same things that haven't been working for almost a decade. Anyway so after almost an hour of waiting, the doctor comes in. He's one I saw once before when I thought I had mono and I start telling him what the problem is and not minimizing my pain and suffering or allowing that everyone has allergies here. He noticed my screwed up nasal construction and asked me if it had been broken... no it just formed that way and that leads into his actually mentioning surgery, although cautioning that it's a painful long process and it sometimes doesn't work and you are worse off than before. So he did what I have been trying to get doctors to do for years (although not explicitly mentioning) and referred me to an allergist, who hopefully will be able to help without the risk and pain of surgery. He also said that yes I did have a sinus infection and prescribed a 5 day antibiotic course. So I got everything I'd hoped for and I called my mom on my way home to tell her the good news... and I started crying. Hope and validation really brought the experience of feeling dismissed and essentially told to stop being a whiny brat by doctors for years to the surface and in my relief the grief of the whole experience washed over me (the fact that I've been too uncomfortable to sleep probably didn't hurt either) and I realized how much dread and pain I'd been holding inside about all this. Hopefully, the allergist can help. But if nothing else at least I feel like I am on the path to trying to fix this chronic problem and at least I don't feel like everyone thinks I am a crazy person.

Stolen from aphrodite_mine who got it from fannish5
( What are your five favorite canonical romances? )

Months ago I bought up the idea of re-reading SoIaF outloud with my boyfriend. He liked the idea but we tend to forget to enact it... because we are always doing other things instead. Last night he asks me really adorably to read to him. So we turn all the lights back on and big through the boxes he still hasn't unpacked to find his copy of Game of Thrones and I open it up and start reading the Prologue to him, checking every few paragraphs to make sure he hasn't passed out. He didn't, he was just sort of curled up happily, and I got the end of the prologue and put it down because I had to get up early but he was all happy and said he liked my voice and I was happy and we are definitely going to actually start doing it. I figured I might as well write my responses to the re-read, since reading aloud takes enough time that I could probably do it in great detail so without further ado:
( Games of Thrones: Prologue )

( Progress at last: Working out is Proving Worthwhile )