Complaining. I can do that.
May. 18th, 2012 03:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
genlisaeIt is 1:58 am and I am awake .. and listening to Meatloaf ....
I want to be sleeping. I really want to be sleeping. I have gotten less than four hours of sleep in the past four days. No, a weird form of insomnia where I don't sleep at all for two or three days and then suddenly crash, is not unusual for me. The crashing usually leads into a few weeks of a normal (I say normal, but I told I have never slept normally, even as a child five hours was my maximum, now it is about four and a half when I am not "crashing".) sleep pattern. I am not currently on the "no sleep" portion of my sleep cycle. I am however in the "Ow! Ow! Oh gods, that hurts!" portion.
The goat barn is completed! (More on that in a minute) only it took several days of being outside all day in the sun. I used sunscreen! I am so pale I have been accused of being opaque before and the naturally reddish hair means sunscreen is nearly as vital as breathing. I swear I even re-applied it religiously every hour and despite what it felt like before I figured out what was actually going on, I didn't burn!
What I did was develop a rather annoying (read painful!) case of Actinic Prurigo. I don't have a picture of what my arms/nose/back/shoulders (even the covered areas got it) currently look like, I plan to take one tomorrow for my doctor when I go to see her next week (at which point I HOPE this is better) so I will share it then, but my skin kind of looks like the pic at the top of this page right now. Only, because I am an idiot, after the first day the rash appeared I went back out again, all day, for three more days in a row. I have spent the last two days confined inside discovering that I have been spoiled by the general lack of feeling in my hands. This isn't confined to my hands. I can feel this. It sucks! And it sucks more when something touches it, like clothing, blankets, Mathew's stray arm, air. Thus the not sleeping. Downside it doesn't seem to be any better yet. Maybe tomorrow, one more day during which I will be confined indoors away from windows. The vampire jokes are flying around here at the moment. My daughter is waiting for me to step outside and burst into flames. She plans to bring popcorn.
Meanwhile, I'm tired! And can't think clearly. And tired! Did I mention tired?
Enough whining, back to the barn ... thing.
I am not really sure what to call it. We have been calling it everything from a barn to shed to a shelter. I didn't manage to get pictures of it completed before the confinement. I will have to see if I can get the child to get some when she goes out to tend the goats tomorrow. We did good. Concrete floor (formerly a house foundation, we built over it because that was way easier than trying to tear up 50+ year old concrete and pouring a new slab didn't make sense with that one sitting there.) Most of the frame is built of reclaimed 2x6. The siding is a mix of pieced together bits of scrap tongue and grove siding rescued from the firewood bin at a local mill and aluminum sheeting pulled off a workshop that was being demolished (not our shop, we just used pieces, the 2x6 came from the same shop). In total I bought a dozen 2x3 studs for the walls, 2 sheets of OSB for the roof and the screws to hold it all together making this 100% compliant with the stipulation of reclaimed material. Even the roofing (roll roofing) was reclaimed. A neighbour was throwing away 2 rolls they had left over from a project a few years ago and offered it to Mom. This project used up the last of it. The goats love it. It is way bigger than the hut they had, not to mention dryer since the new location drains so much better than their last pen. They are closer to the house which they love. They can stand up on their larger concrete blocks (more of that house foundation that are way to big to move easily beyond just rolling them a few feet, but make awesome goat climbers/places to sunbathe if you are a bouncy little goat) and see in the windows when they are open. I feel better about them being closer as well, especially with the kids due any day now. Much easier to keep an eye on them.
Speaking of the impending kidding. None yet (for which I am relieved! We had time to get things finished) Casper waddles now. Blackberry is beyond the waddling stage and kind of ... I can't even describe it. Shwaddles? Kind of like a cross between a shuffle, a waddle and general pitching herself forward and hoping her legs keep up. Anyone who has been pregnant to term (and that bit beyond) knows the walk though! Only the version with four legs. I feel kind of bad for her. I remember that walk. It is as uncomfortable as it looks. Maybe more-so. She doesn't look to be in a hurry to have them though and still has a bit of time left in the "normal" window (gestation is anywhere between 130 days to 165 days, depending on the size, age, breed, number of kids and which goat keeper you talk to, with 145 being the generally agreed on average), so all is good there and most importantly, we had the time we needed.
As for writing. I haven't. My game is still being rebuilt (and I have pic spam from that to post, I just haven't gotten to it yet) and I won't be doing any until my arms are a bit better. Typing without cracking open one of these blister-things is not exactly easy and kind of really hurts. There is one, the largest one actually that is right over the bend of my wrist, so I am not really doing much that requires bending my wrist. When I do try it is really, really slow. I mean really, look how long it has taken me to write this post. Well over an hour.
And now that it is almost 3:15, I am going to go try sleeping again. Even if it is just for a few minutes it is better than not because I am tired! Have I said that yet? Can I say it again? No. I won't. I will just hit the post button and go get what sleep I can.
I want to be sleeping. I really want to be sleeping. I have gotten less than four hours of sleep in the past four days. No, a weird form of insomnia where I don't sleep at all for two or three days and then suddenly crash, is not unusual for me. The crashing usually leads into a few weeks of a normal (I say normal, but I told I have never slept normally, even as a child five hours was my maximum, now it is about four and a half when I am not "crashing".) sleep pattern. I am not currently on the "no sleep" portion of my sleep cycle. I am however in the "Ow! Ow! Oh gods, that hurts!" portion.
The goat barn is completed! (More on that in a minute) only it took several days of being outside all day in the sun. I used sunscreen! I am so pale I have been accused of being opaque before and the naturally reddish hair means sunscreen is nearly as vital as breathing. I swear I even re-applied it religiously every hour and despite what it felt like before I figured out what was actually going on, I didn't burn!
What I did was develop a rather annoying (read painful!) case of Actinic Prurigo. I don't have a picture of what my arms/nose/back/shoulders (even the covered areas got it) currently look like, I plan to take one tomorrow for my doctor when I go to see her next week (at which point I HOPE this is better) so I will share it then, but my skin kind of looks like the pic at the top of this page right now. Only, because I am an idiot, after the first day the rash appeared I went back out again, all day, for three more days in a row. I have spent the last two days confined inside discovering that I have been spoiled by the general lack of feeling in my hands. This isn't confined to my hands. I can feel this. It sucks! And it sucks more when something touches it, like clothing, blankets, Mathew's stray arm, air. Thus the not sleeping. Downside it doesn't seem to be any better yet. Maybe tomorrow, one more day during which I will be confined indoors away from windows. The vampire jokes are flying around here at the moment. My daughter is waiting for me to step outside and burst into flames. She plans to bring popcorn.
Meanwhile, I'm tired! And can't think clearly. And tired! Did I mention tired?
Enough whining, back to the barn ... thing.
I am not really sure what to call it. We have been calling it everything from a barn to shed to a shelter. I didn't manage to get pictures of it completed before the confinement. I will have to see if I can get the child to get some when she goes out to tend the goats tomorrow. We did good. Concrete floor (formerly a house foundation, we built over it because that was way easier than trying to tear up 50+ year old concrete and pouring a new slab didn't make sense with that one sitting there.) Most of the frame is built of reclaimed 2x6. The siding is a mix of pieced together bits of scrap tongue and grove siding rescued from the firewood bin at a local mill and aluminum sheeting pulled off a workshop that was being demolished (not our shop, we just used pieces, the 2x6 came from the same shop). In total I bought a dozen 2x3 studs for the walls, 2 sheets of OSB for the roof and the screws to hold it all together making this 100% compliant with the stipulation of reclaimed material. Even the roofing (roll roofing) was reclaimed. A neighbour was throwing away 2 rolls they had left over from a project a few years ago and offered it to Mom. This project used up the last of it. The goats love it. It is way bigger than the hut they had, not to mention dryer since the new location drains so much better than their last pen. They are closer to the house which they love. They can stand up on their larger concrete blocks (more of that house foundation that are way to big to move easily beyond just rolling them a few feet, but make awesome goat climbers/places to sunbathe if you are a bouncy little goat) and see in the windows when they are open. I feel better about them being closer as well, especially with the kids due any day now. Much easier to keep an eye on them.
Speaking of the impending kidding. None yet (for which I am relieved! We had time to get things finished) Casper waddles now. Blackberry is beyond the waddling stage and kind of ... I can't even describe it. Shwaddles? Kind of like a cross between a shuffle, a waddle and general pitching herself forward and hoping her legs keep up. Anyone who has been pregnant to term (and that bit beyond) knows the walk though! Only the version with four legs. I feel kind of bad for her. I remember that walk. It is as uncomfortable as it looks. Maybe more-so. She doesn't look to be in a hurry to have them though and still has a bit of time left in the "normal" window (gestation is anywhere between 130 days to 165 days, depending on the size, age, breed, number of kids and which goat keeper you talk to, with 145 being the generally agreed on average), so all is good there and most importantly, we had the time we needed.
As for writing. I haven't. My game is still being rebuilt (and I have pic spam from that to post, I just haven't gotten to it yet) and I won't be doing any until my arms are a bit better. Typing without cracking open one of these blister-things is not exactly easy and kind of really hurts. There is one, the largest one actually that is right over the bend of my wrist, so I am not really doing much that requires bending my wrist. When I do try it is really, really slow. I mean really, look how long it has taken me to write this post. Well over an hour.
And now that it is almost 3:15, I am going to go try sleeping again. Even if it is just for a few minutes it is better than not because I am tired! Have I said that yet? Can I say it again? No. I won't. I will just hit the post button and go get what sleep I can.
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 10:48 pm (UTC)Guess how well her mild sleep aide worked. *eyeroll* I didn't sleep for days because I couldn't hold still. We decided not to try any more of that.
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Date: 2012-05-19 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 10:32 pm (UTC)I'm hoping you're sleeping now though.
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Date: 2012-05-18 10:53 pm (UTC)I am thinking I need to make up "weird medical shit" collector cards and start a club. *nod* could be fun.
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Date: 2012-05-18 11:01 pm (UTC)Srsly, a pic of your swelled and bumpy arm belongs on a collectors card. It could give +10 in blocking an attack.
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Date: 2012-05-18 11:18 pm (UTC)We have to make this happen. We'd make gazillions XD.
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Date: 2012-05-18 11:21 pm (UTC)Though I feel it necessary to point out we are receiving many head shakes and "What is wrong with you two?" from the peanut gallery. He lacks imagination and vision though.
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Date: 2012-05-18 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 11:31 pm (UTC)I am sort of inclined to agree, but in totally not the same way he means it.
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