Below are the most recent 6 friends' journal entries.

Monday, December 21st, 2009
dragarnuss	8:30a	Villians!! Heard the best cartoon villian line in ages this morning on 'Avenger Penguins'!! "now I can take over the world and make good coffee at the same time".... hooray for childhood cartoons, they hold to decent villianage!! Current Mood: tired Current Music: baby talk (Comment on this)
Friday, December 18th, 2009
ghymoreid	11:22a	I quit. So I just got back from seeing the dietician or nutritionist or whatever the hell she is. I haven't felt this close to self harm in a long time. I admit that I have a history of disordered eating - and also point out that being female and alive in the Western influenced world pretty much guarantees that, as well as disordered thoughts about food yadda yadda yadda. Less than ten minutes later, and I paraphrase slightly, "You've lost 30 kilos. That's good, but you're still quite fat, aren't you?" Less than ten minutes after that and, quelle fucking surprise, "So you've been seeing a psychologist then?" GEE BITCH I WONDER WHY. I can't work out whether I want to go to Maccas and order one of everything off the menu or just stop eating all together. Current Mood: crushed Current Music: I Was Made For Loving You - KISS (14 Comments |Comment on this)
ghymoreid	6:07a	Do not be alarmed. I am not posting in my sleep. Unfortunately. Seems I'm back to the early-waking shit, though I must admit that this time it's being very ably helped by the searing electric pain running along the back of my hips. I'm getting x-rays and a CT of the area this afternoon - as the doc says, it's not much good throwing painkillers at something unless you're sure what you're throwing painkillers at. I pointed out that it's been working for me on this problem since I was at least 16, but yes, it's definitely getting worse, significantly so in the past two months, so ok, I'll go get the tests done. He's talking about facet injections though, which scare the living snot out of me. OTOH if it means I can sleep through a night without waking up almost screaming, and being able to find something approaching a comfortable position whether I'm standing, sitting or supine I may convince myself to momentarily get over my fear of needles and let them stick me with the steroids. Seeing the nutritionist at the hospital later this morning. My inner dancer is still quivering slightly at the thought. I know my diet at the moment is far from ideal, but I happen to think that given the circumstances I eat as well as I'm capable of. If I could only bottle what's happening to me I'd make a mint. (Though I have managed to gain two kilos since the surgery. Weird how five weeks of inaction will do that.) Newest problem with weight loss though - my ribs are now reasonably close to the surface, more so on the left side because that's how my scoliosis rolls - my thoracic spine is twisted laterally. This means that now wearing underwire bras is particularly uncomfortable and actually causes bruising over my left side. *mutter mutter mutter* Have almost finished my Giftmas shopping; just missing stuff for my Paterfamilias and my Evil Younger Sibling™. It's something about the men in my family. They're impossible to buy presents for. The default for both is obviously booze, but that feels like taking the easy way out. At my Paterfamilias' 60th do, he had a couple of dozen of people present, people who had known him most his life (both his brothers flew in from the UK for it, as did at least one lady with whom he grew up), or at least the 30 odd years since he first emigrated. On the gift table, exactly two presents were not bottles of alcohol of some description. I don't know if this says something about the calibre of my Paterfamilias' friends, or something about my Paterfamilias. Either way, it still feels like cheating. Any inspiration or suggestions gladly welcomed. No, I am not wrapping a bow around any of you to present to my Evil Younger Sibling™. ;) Current Mood: awake Current Music: Tragic Kingdom - No Doubt (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 13th, 2009
ghymoreid	10:52p	For those who enjoyed Bohemian Rhapsody (ghymoreids_mum should love this, it's one of the few carols I *think* she doesn't hate with a blind fury ...) Also, after last night, I have decided that henceforth every anniversary of my divorce shall be celebrated with a date with my girlfriend. Live band optional. Getting tapped for a volunteer job at the Globe definitely optional*. But yes. Girlfriend. Date. Anniversary. Plan. Given that she's the one I ended up having drinks with on both my *wedding* anniversaries (as opposed to, yanno, the person to whom I was actually *married*), it seems apposite. Oh, and we must all agree not to tell my physio about last night or Friday evening at Aromas. As far as he's concerned I'm being a good little convalescent and staying in the wheelchair to leave the house and not, for example, running up to people on the footpath or endlessly trudging up and down that massive flight of stairs to smoke and chat, or traipsing from Turbot St to Elizabeth St and back via the Perfect Potion and a couple of cocktails. Not doing any of those. You didn't see me. I was a (apparently "vibrant", I think I could learn to like that word) figment of your imagination. At least I didn't get up and mosh last night. The temptation to was strong, but the temptation to stay sitting on the floor with my head resting on my girlfriend's shoulder was stronger. *Typical techie. I'm there for a gig and the first thing I notice is that their blue gels are all burning through and need replacing. Before The Globe was The Globe it was Nash Theatre. I helped build that lighting rig, and spent many unhappy hours atop our ladders opened out on the seriously slanted floor hanging lamps from it. I mention this to my friend the security guard. He grins and says they don't currently have a lighting tech, then disappears to talk to his manager. Five minutes later I'm being lead to the back of the auditorium and shown the new desk. Two minutes later I'm messing around with the lights for the band on stage and being told to come back any time. This week there's gigs Thursday to Saturday, for example. *headdesk* Current Mood: content (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 11th, 2009
ghymoreid	2:05p	(Visual descriptive: a big sign reading BLACK DOG HALT, with a black lab sitting placidly in front of it, a thought balloon reading "Omigod, whadi do this time?". This shall become my default picture warning others of when my personal Black Dog is stalking me, I think.) If you're looking for inspiration for a Solstice gift for me, look no further. Black or gold for preference. No pink please. Or, if you're feeling particularly generous, it's almost worth getting an iPhone for ... Also, I shall be attending this afternoon's aromasmeet, thanks to the lovely mammatash and her infinite generosity. Current Mood: better (1 Comment |Comment on this)
ghymoreid	12:16p	Damn In the interests of spoon preservation between calling a show at the theatre tonight and my date tomorrow (and because my physio declared yesterday that I should still be in the damn wheelchair outside the house for at least another two weeks) I sadly will not be attending the final aromasmeet this afternoon. Somebody have a Black Russian in my honour, hey? Current Mood: depressed (3 Comments |Comment on this)