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1. I have a phobia about heights.

2. I used to have a phobia about spiders, but that's now nothing more than sudden alarm, followed by wariness, when I encounter some of the ones we have in this part of the world. We do have some particularly creepy ones here, so it's quite reasonable. But in terms of full blown phobia, it's as though one day the phobia just scuttled from arachnids to being in high places.

3. I have an entirely unsurprising fear about my legs breaking for no apparent reason. This actually happened. I have thighs of steel so it's unlikely to happen again but even so, I carry my mobile phone with me whenever I'm on my own.

4. I have a profound fear of being lied to and manipulated by lovers and particular types of friends. It's possibly not so much a fear, as an expectation. As though I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, and the sense of anticipation can get really oppressive. It is the lasting legacy of my marriage and my involvement with a particular clique.

5. I am frightened by fatigue, and frightened by situations where I may not be able to manage my fatigue.

6. Being responsible for other people. Yeah, really nervous about this one.

7. Quitting smoking. The shit you can say to people when you're in the process...oh lord.



The 10 Day Challenge

Day 1 - Ten random facts about yourself
Day 2 - Nine things you do everyday
Day 3 - Eight things that annoy you
Day 4 - Seven fears/phobias

Day 5 - Six songs that you’re addicted to
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
Day 8 - Three words you can’t go a day without
Day 9 - Two things you wish you could do
Day 10 - One person you can trust
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1. Pat any cats that are on the bed when I wake up.
2. Drink coffee.
3. Clean up cat poo.
4. Wonder what I was thinking when I took on a second cat.
5. Wonder what life is really all about, then figure that I'll never know, and it's better than the alternative.
6. Contemplate the driveway and imagine it covered in plants rather than concrete.
7. Direct my ire to the Book Of Faces.
8. Flail around when Peggy jumps on the laptop to look for the lap that's hidden underneath.
9. Feed the fish.
10.Ponder the contents of the fridge in all its magnificent diversity, then opt for a slice of processed cheese.



The 10 Day Challenge

Day 1 - Ten random facts about yourself
Day 2 - Nine things you do everyday

Day 3 - Eight things that annoy you
Day 4 - Seven fears/phobias
Day 5 - Six songs that you’re addicted to
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
Day 8 - Three words you can’t go a day without
Day 9 - Two things you wish you could do
Day 10 - One person you can trust
splodgenoodles: (Default)
1. Trying to think of random facts makes me go blank, and I'd be better off with some sort of theme other than randomness. After all, how can these facts be truly random? I'll be following a line of thought, it's just that that line of thought will not be described.

2. It's possible that I overthink things.

3. I really hate the light in my living room - it looks like an upside down peppergrinder but not in any kind of cool, ironic or artistic way - but I feel that replacing it would be a frivolous waste of money.

4. Also, then I'd have to actually make some sort of statement about aethetics, and this makes me more nervous that you might expect. Beauty is not objective, rather it is many ongoing conversations, and I find it hard to stay within one, and not to hop back and forth in one. And as soon as one conceptualises separate conversations, one then considers the consequences of merging.

5. Thinking about aesthetics got me thinking about art and I was going to say something about that, but then I realised that was definitely not random, so I'm trying to stop.

6. Now I'm trying not to think of a pink rhinocerous.

7. Recently I inserted my diaphragm too soon after chopping up fresh chillis. Luckily, after some frantic (and saucer-eyed) scrabbling around I found some anasthetic gel from a dental problem I had several years ago. The evening was not one of wild passion, in case you were wondering, as MyGC was not game to touch me - or let me touch him even though I offered to keep the anasthetic gel handy in case it was needed.

8. I don't read nearly as much as people think I would, and certainly not as much as I'd like.

9. These days I'm not good in the heat or in direct sunlight but I loved heat and sunlight when I was a youngster.

10. I really hate talking to people when they're drunk or stoned.



The 10 Day Challenge

Day 1 - Ten random facts about yourself
Day 2 - Nine things you do everyday
Day 3 - Eight things that annoy you
Day 4 - Seven fears/phobias
Day 5 - Six songs that you’re addicted to
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
Day 8 - Three words you can’t go a day without
Day 9 - Two things you wish you could do
Day 10 - One person you can trust
splodgenoodles: (Default)
1. I think Rocky Horror is overrated.

2. I am not into alternative medicine. I'm with Tim Minchin on this: "do you know what they call alternative medicine that's been proven to work? Medicine."

3. I'm generally only snarky and honest with people I really like and feel comfortable with, and polite to everyone else. And yes, this does complicate my life somewhat. Doesn't always work too well for others either.

4. My favourite painter is Arthur Boyd.

5. I think it would be interesting to be a food safety inspector.

6. I prefer tents and roughing it to motels and 'luxury', but when I can travel, I don't have the option anymore - motels and luxury are now essential. I find this sad.

7. I don't mind not reaching the summit of a mountain. I get far more out of what I see and feel along the way than what I see or feel once I'm at the top.

8. I'm scared of heights, but this has no bearing on point 7. Mountains are fine, it's steep drops that aren't.

9. Prior to August 1998, I was *that* person: the one who always took the stairs, the one who gets to a tramstop and sees no tram so she starts walking, the one who never gets home quickly after work because she likes to walk through the city for a while first.

10. I am a dog person.

11. If English were not my native language, I'd probably refuse to speak it on general principle.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
1. I think Rocky Horror is overrated.

2. I am not into alternative medicine. I'm with Tim Minchin on this: "do you know what they call alternative medicine that's been proven to work? Medicine."

3. I'm generally only snarky and honest with people I really like and feel comfortable with, and polite to everyone else. And yes, this does complicate my life somewhat. Doesn't always work too well for others either.

4. My favourite painter is Arthur Boyd.

5. I think it would be interesting to be a food safety inspector.

6. I prefer tents and roughing it to motels and 'luxury', but when I can travel, I don't have the option anymore - motels and luxury are now essential. I find this sad.

7. I don't mind not reaching the summit of a mountain. I get far more out of what I see and feel along the way than what I see or feel once I'm at the top.

8. I'm scared of heights, but this has no bearing on point 7. Mountains are fine, it's steep drops that aren't.

9. Prior to August 1998, I was *that* person: the one who always took the stairs, the one who gets to a tramstop and sees no tram so she starts walking, the one who never gets home quickly after work because she likes to walk through the city for a while first.

10. I am a dog person.

11. If English were not my native language, I'd probably refuse to speak it on general principle.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's does her thing)
Last time I was here I was fuming about humanity and planning to ring up the electrician and be self-righteous at him, on account of both the greywater system and the router working fine before his arrival but strangely failing after his departure. (And after I'd paid cash and totally failed to ask for the Certificate of Compliance they're supposed to give you. Which, as you might have surmised, he totally failed to give me.)

I am very glad I restrained myself, because after much poking and prodding of the greywater system, 10B cleaned both the filters, not just the one you're supposed to rinse once a week(which rather needed it too), and then it started working.

Yes that's right. Our greywater was too filthy for our greywater system.

So we've now pretty much established that the once-weekly filter needs to be cleaned more often, hopefully on account of having a washing machine that doesn't have a lint filter and not because we are disgusting vile grubby human beings who shed way too much hair.

To this end I won't be hanging shit on the electician but in the interests of bolstering my flagging self-esteem I will maintain that he magically trashed our router but I can't prove it because it's a conspiracy.

~~~

In other news, I've already used up this week's magic beans traipsing round the countryside and catching up with old friends (waves to [livejournal.com profile] xanni_au, although I'm still vaguely optimistic that I'll manage dinner with Mum-In-Law in a few day's time and that I'll be properly recharged by the weekend.

~~~

And I'm sure you're all dying to see a big long list of my ideal careers, really keen, maybe almost as keen as I've been to read about yours(and yours...and yours...and yours...), but I'll just cut to the chase and say it turns out I'd really like a career that means I get to do the things I like to do and that I consider interesting and satisfying.

Quelle surprise.

And maybe zomg too, eleven.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's does her thing)
Last time I was here I was fuming about humanity and planning to ring up the electrician and be self-righteous at him, on account of both the greywater system and the router working fine before his arrival but strangely failing after his departure. (And after I'd paid cash and totally failed to ask for the Certificate of Compliance they're supposed to give you. Which, as you might have surmised, he totally failed to give me.)

I am very glad I restrained myself, because after much poking and prodding of the greywater system, 10B cleaned both the filters, not just the one you're supposed to rinse once a week(which rather needed it too), and then it started working.

Yes that's right. Our greywater was too filthy for our greywater system.

So we've now pretty much established that the once-weekly filter needs to be cleaned more often, hopefully on account of having a washing machine that doesn't have a lint filter and not because we are disgusting vile grubby human beings who shed way too much hair.

To this end I won't be hanging shit on the electician but in the interests of bolstering my flagging self-esteem I will maintain that he magically trashed our router but I can't prove it because it's a conspiracy.

~~~

In other news, I've already used up this week's magic beans traipsing round the countryside and catching up with old friends (waves to [livejournal.com profile] xanni_au, although I'm still vaguely optimistic that I'll manage dinner with Mum-In-Law in a few day's time and that I'll be properly recharged by the weekend.

~~~

And I'm sure you're all dying to see a big long list of my ideal careers, really keen, maybe almost as keen as I've been to read about yours(and yours...and yours...and yours...), but I'll just cut to the chase and say it turns out I'd really like a career that means I get to do the things I like to do and that I consider interesting and satisfying.

Quelle surprise.

And maybe zomg too, eleven.
splodgenoodles: (The delinquent daisy)
From [livejournal.com profile] james_nicoll via [livejournal.com profile] stevendj:



If you are against small kittens being skinned and used for hats, post this sentence in your livejournal.

If you're some kind of kitten-hating hat-loving monster, don't bother. You fiend.
splodgenoodles: (The delinquent daisy)
From [livejournal.com profile] james_nicoll via [livejournal.com profile] stevendj:



If you are against small kittens being skinned and used for hats, post this sentence in your livejournal.

If you're some kind of kitten-hating hat-loving monster, don't bother. You fiend.
splodgenoodles: (Lock stock stoner eyes)
The other day I invited people to ask anything about me that they'd always wanted to know but were too afraid to ask. You're still welcome to ask and the comments on the original post are screened if you fancy a bit of privacy. However, as explained there, my answers to you will not be screened.

Here are my answers thus far.


1. The above icon was made by [livejournal.com profile] mimisoliel from the film Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels which is something of a favourite of mine. So alas, they aren't my eyes. (My eyes are a very dark brown and very pleasing, according to 10B.)

[livejournal.com profile] mimisoleil posts icons in [Bad username or site: 40k films @ livejournal.com]. She also did the Basil Fawlty icon and the two animated Lady Penelope ones.

Oh and I know you were only joking, but I'm a libra. ;)

~~~

2. I'm not Vietnamese nor do I have family living there. I'm just lucky enough to live in Melbourne, which means pho pho pho!

~~~

3. I vote for TV. But in between the ad breaks I can mention that I got ME/CFS very suddenly on 14 August 1998. That's the short version.

Curiously, in 1986 I developed a chronic pain problem that lasted for about 2-3 years, which now appears to have been a variant of the ME/CFS problem I've got now (only nowhere near as bad) or possibly an obscure manifestation of Crohn's Disease. It had similar features to Fibromyalgia and ME: a pain response to exertion totally out of synch with the amount of exertion. However, it was confined to the upper body. There were very clear areas of inflammation.

I was diagnosed with Crohn's Disease aged 24 ish, in about 1990, probably had been sick a few years before that. From what I've learnt since, it seems I may have had it since childhood. However, after diagnosis I went on maintenance medication and had the healthiest years of my life.

But after those wonderfully healthy years things went into a decline. In the two years (or more) prior to the ME/CFS collapse of 14 August 1998, I'd been finding that even though I excercised diligently I never seemed to show any response to it. I'd been very fit in my mid to late 20's and when I focussed on any given activity my body would improve, like it's supposed to. But from about age 29-30, it seemed that my body just didn't notice excercise anymore. A 10 week gym programme was just as hard at week 10 as at week 1.

So although I divide my life up into 'before 14 August 1998' and 'after 14 August 1998', the story isn't all that simple. It's just that that's when I went from having a career to being a recluse, from exerting myself with gusto to struggling with the basics, from having one illness I could minimise(Crohn's Disease) to having one that is unknown and has put me on a very different trajectory to that of my peers. From being on my feet all day (by choice) to in bed (no choice), from going to drawing classes twice a week to not being able to comprehend the idea of images at all.

From being a perpetual smart arse who always had a witty riposte to someone who couldn't think her way out of a paper bag.

Things picked up from about 2002-2004 although never to a level where I could work or study. The best I managed in that time was to see friends regularly, look after myself, and at one stage I was able to sporadically attend a drawing class. In 2005 things started going downhill again and Spring 2005 saw me bed bound. I am still not back to where I was prior to 2005.

It was about 9 months from collapse to diagnosis for me. It was a harrowing time and my narrative is similar to that of other CFSers: becoming sick, assuming that one will be treated well, finding nothing wrong but not getting better, increasing alienation, loss of dignity, being misunderstood, mistreated, coming under suspicion and having one's integrity questioned, enduring the punitive and idiotic responses of people who should have known better (including oneself). Planning constantly for recovery to a level that never actually happens, finally realising you can no longer assume such recovery will happen and trying to readjust. Having to deal with other peoples' issues and opinions about what constitutes a successful and appropriate response.

There remains a possibility that I don't have ME/CFS. It is, after all, a diagnosis of exclusion but since that diagnosis was made it's been confirmed that I do have extra-intestinal manifestations of Crohn's Disease, so maybe many of my symptoms can be attributed to that. It's also become increasingly apparent just how nasty the drugs used to treat it can be too.

Now let's watch TV.:-)
splodgenoodles: (Lock stock stoner eyes)
The other day I invited people to ask anything about me that they'd always wanted to know but were too afraid to ask. You're still welcome to ask and the comments on the original post are screened if you fancy a bit of privacy. However, as explained there, my answers to you will not be screened.

Here are my answers thus far.


1. The above icon was made by [livejournal.com profile] mimisoliel from the film Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels which is something of a favourite of mine. So alas, they aren't my eyes. (My eyes are a very dark brown and very pleasing, according to 10B.)

[livejournal.com profile] mimisoleil posts icons in [Bad username or site: 40k films @ livejournal.com]. She also did the Basil Fawlty icon and the two animated Lady Penelope ones.

Oh and I know you were only joking, but I'm a libra. ;)

~~~

2. I'm not Vietnamese nor do I have family living there. I'm just lucky enough to live in Melbourne, which means pho pho pho!

~~~

3. I vote for TV. But in between the ad breaks I can mention that I got ME/CFS very suddenly on 14 August 1998. That's the short version.

Curiously, in 1986 I developed a chronic pain problem that lasted for about 2-3 years, which now appears to have been a variant of the ME/CFS problem I've got now (only nowhere near as bad) or possibly an obscure manifestation of Crohn's Disease. It had similar features to Fibromyalgia and ME: a pain response to exertion totally out of synch with the amount of exertion. However, it was confined to the upper body. There were very clear areas of inflammation.

I was diagnosed with Crohn's Disease aged 24 ish, in about 1990, probably had been sick a few years before that. From what I've learnt since, it seems I may have had it since childhood. However, after diagnosis I went on maintenance medication and had the healthiest years of my life.

But after those wonderfully healthy years things went into a decline. In the two years (or more) prior to the ME/CFS collapse of 14 August 1998, I'd been finding that even though I excercised diligently I never seemed to show any response to it. I'd been very fit in my mid to late 20's and when I focussed on any given activity my body would improve, like it's supposed to. But from about age 29-30, it seemed that my body just didn't notice excercise anymore. A 10 week gym programme was just as hard at week 10 as at week 1.

So although I divide my life up into 'before 14 August 1998' and 'after 14 August 1998', the story isn't all that simple. It's just that that's when I went from having a career to being a recluse, from exerting myself with gusto to struggling with the basics, from having one illness I could minimise(Crohn's Disease) to having one that is unknown and has put me on a very different trajectory to that of my peers. From being on my feet all day (by choice) to in bed (no choice), from going to drawing classes twice a week to not being able to comprehend the idea of images at all.

From being a perpetual smart arse who always had a witty riposte to someone who couldn't think her way out of a paper bag.

Things picked up from about 2002-2004 although never to a level where I could work or study. The best I managed in that time was to see friends regularly, look after myself, and at one stage I was able to sporadically attend a drawing class. In 2005 things started going downhill again and Spring 2005 saw me bed bound. I am still not back to where I was prior to 2005.

It was about 9 months from collapse to diagnosis for me. It was a harrowing time and my narrative is similar to that of other CFSers: becoming sick, assuming that one will be treated well, finding nothing wrong but not getting better, increasing alienation, loss of dignity, being misunderstood, mistreated, coming under suspicion and having one's integrity questioned, enduring the punitive and idiotic responses of people who should have known better (including oneself). Planning constantly for recovery to a level that never actually happens, finally realising you can no longer assume such recovery will happen and trying to readjust. Having to deal with other peoples' issues and opinions about what constitutes a successful and appropriate response.

There remains a possibility that I don't have ME/CFS. It is, after all, a diagnosis of exclusion but since that diagnosis was made it's been confirmed that I do have extra-intestinal manifestations of Crohn's Disease, so maybe many of my symptoms can be attributed to that. It's also become increasingly apparent just how nasty the drugs used to treat it can be too.

Now let's watch TV.:-)
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Not well enough to go out and play today. Blah. My own silly fault, I'd been pushing things a bit and not pacing myself.


Is there anything you've ever wanted to know about me but were too afraid to ask?

Ask me. I might even give you an honest answer.

Now is your chance!



Comments are screened but the answers won't be.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Not well enough to go out and play today. Blah. My own silly fault, I'd been pushing things a bit and not pacing myself.


Is there anything you've ever wanted to know about me but were too afraid to ask?

Ask me. I might even give you an honest answer.

Now is your chance!



Comments are screened but the answers won't be.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Wooo!

Questions courtesy of the inimitabibble [livejournal.com profile] keithlard.

1. Up or down? Answer on one side of the paper at a time.

Why can't I answer on the edge?


2. Your three most comforting things.

1. The little cupboard in here that was Dad's bedside table. It was originally a potty cupboard but I try not to think of that, it was never one in my lifetime(in fact I didn't even know until we were emptying the house and I was the only one that wanted it. Dad kept his slippers in there. And a torch, because a sensible person always has a torch handy for dealing with power failures and burglars, or so I was told although Mum managed fine with a pile of books and some ointment.

2. Our bed, but only when it is occupied by a gently snoring[livejournal.com profile] tenbears, otherwise it's just a place.

3. My rabbi. No, I've not converted to Judaism (although it does sometimes cross my mind, fwiw), I have a lovely print on my wall by Chagall of a really nice man, holding (almost nursing) a sacred scroll. His shetl can be seen behind him and you can see that he is the link between all the people who live in the shetl and the Divine, and that he's a nice guy and that he dearly loves his little village and his god and he really values the wisdom that he's been entrusted with. There's more to the story of this picture and why it came into my possession, but that's probably enough for one entry.

3. Would you like a wormdo?

Actually I'd really like a snakedo, so long as I could keep it tied back and not see it too often because it would be kind of creepy. That way when people pissed me off, all I'd have to do is let my hair down, shake my head to liven them up and then lean forward.

4. What decision in your life makes you most wonder what would have happened if it had been made differently?

My decision in my final year of high school to just go with the flow and apply for the routine courses that everyone applies for, rather than more unusual and risky ones that required interviews and special effort.

5. Who do you think you are?

I think I am a bowl of splodgey noodles with lots of fresh chilli and stuff on the side. You could do a lot worse. (Addit.: And I'm cheap but satisfying...;) )




I believe I am now obliged to provide five questions for anyone who asks, so ask away!
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Wooo!

Questions courtesy of the inimitabibble [livejournal.com profile] keithlard.

1. Up or down? Answer on one side of the paper at a time.

Why can't I answer on the edge?


2. Your three most comforting things.

1. The little cupboard in here that was Dad's bedside table. It was originally a potty cupboard but I try not to think of that, it was never one in my lifetime(in fact I didn't even know until we were emptying the house and I was the only one that wanted it. Dad kept his slippers in there. And a torch, because a sensible person always has a torch handy for dealing with power failures and burglars, or so I was told although Mum managed fine with a pile of books and some ointment.

2. Our bed, but only when it is occupied by a gently snoring[livejournal.com profile] tenbears, otherwise it's just a place.

3. My rabbi. No, I've not converted to Judaism (although it does sometimes cross my mind, fwiw), I have a lovely print on my wall by Chagall of a really nice man, holding (almost nursing) a sacred scroll. His shetl can be seen behind him and you can see that he is the link between all the people who live in the shetl and the Divine, and that he's a nice guy and that he dearly loves his little village and his god and he really values the wisdom that he's been entrusted with. There's more to the story of this picture and why it came into my possession, but that's probably enough for one entry.

3. Would you like a wormdo?

Actually I'd really like a snakedo, so long as I could keep it tied back and not see it too often because it would be kind of creepy. That way when people pissed me off, all I'd have to do is let my hair down, shake my head to liven them up and then lean forward.

4. What decision in your life makes you most wonder what would have happened if it had been made differently?

My decision in my final year of high school to just go with the flow and apply for the routine courses that everyone applies for, rather than more unusual and risky ones that required interviews and special effort.

5. Who do you think you are?

I think I am a bowl of splodgey noodles with lots of fresh chilli and stuff on the side. You could do a lot worse. (Addit.: And I'm cheap but satisfying...;) )




I believe I am now obliged to provide five questions for anyone who asks, so ask away!
splodgenoodles: (Default)
From [livejournal.com profile] mysterbey
List five Un-Australian things you've done this week:

1. Considered my health care card and pensioner status to be a right, not a privelege for which I must grovel with thanks (nor the result of outdated economic policy).

2. Wondered about the state of Philip Ruddock's soul.

3. Wondered why the fuck David Hicks is still in Gauntanamo Bay.

4. Read some short stories by an Australian author that aren't about the Outback. Or men being mates.

5. Figured that placing water restrictions on homeowners before placing them on large commercial enterprises is a load of bollocks.

and

6. Figured Little Johnny had a field day misrepresenting the hoo-hah about people taking Australian flags to the Big Day Out.

Go me!
splodgenoodles: (Default)
From [livejournal.com profile] mysterbey
List five Un-Australian things you've done this week:

1. Considered my health care card and pensioner status to be a right, not a privelege for which I must grovel with thanks (nor the result of outdated economic policy).

2. Wondered about the state of Philip Ruddock's soul.

3. Wondered why the fuck David Hicks is still in Gauntanamo Bay.

4. Read some short stories by an Australian author that aren't about the Outback. Or men being mates.

5. Figured that placing water restrictions on homeowners before placing them on large commercial enterprises is a load of bollocks.

and

6. Figured Little Johnny had a field day misrepresenting the hoo-hah about people taking Australian flags to the Big Day Out.

Go me!

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