state of the tree
today is officially my first wednesday off in my new career as a part-timer. i have a huge list of things to do owing to being sick for the last week, which kind of defeats the point of having the day off to rest in a way. at least my ironing is now done and it's not even 9am. i can take my morning nap with a sense of achievement.
my eye is still infected, although it's getting better. what hasn't helped is the reaction i had to the drops that were supposed to clear up the infection. the skin around my eye swelled up and got delightfully scaly. i looked like i was turning into a lizard. it hurt and was itchy plus the puss and inflammation and oh it's delightful.
adding to the delight is the peeling of my lips. this is a good thing on the one hand, as it indicates they're almost finished hating me for the latest round of allergic reactions. it's a bad thing because (a) it hurts, and (b) it's gross.
soon i'll be able to put my labret stud back in at least. i've been feeling a bit naked without it.
on a positive body note, my menstrual cycle has behaved very well this month. almost as if my body is apologising for all the rest. small mercies.
saw np monday night, who i've begun referring to as poo face because it amuses me. not to his actual face, of course. i need to have bloodwork done to check my liver is okay with the valdoxan. that might be next wednesday's task.
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the attempt at green hair did not go well and i ended up just shaving it all off and dying it back to (something approximating) my natural colour. the irony of course being that i'd just bought a 1 litre bottle of developer. ha. oddly enough, i look shorter with 1/4 inch hair. a few people at work have complimented me, which always feels strange. i am looking forward to it growing out a little, which, given my overachieving follicles, will happen fairly quickly. i'm surprised to discover that i do actually miss my fluffy pink hair, though. so probably that bottle of developer will get some use in a few months.
so far i've managed a whole month of poeming. feel absurdly as though i'm being judged on my taste in poetry. (directed at no one in particular, just that feeling of, "oh no people are looking at me what do i do help.") and i'm discovering just how many poems i have posted to tumblr by the same poets. i don't care over there but for this project i'm trying to post a variety of poets and not repeat poems i've already posted in my journal. and also use whole poems and not just bits and pieces. i'm very guilty of that at tumblr.
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yesterday at work there were cockatoos in the tree across the road. a whole flock, maybe twenty or more, flying about madly, swooping, landing. it lasted for about an hour and then they flew away. i have no idea what was going on. it didn't seem like anyone else even noticed. cockatoos are loud and screechy, but a whole flock of them, swift as thought, careening in the rush of the wind, is beautiful enough to make your breath catch, to make you stare in wonder, joy welling up from some secret place you have no map to and will never find if you go looking. the beautiful vagabonds. the passionate transitory. feathers, hollow bones, hope.
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my eye is still infected, although it's getting better. what hasn't helped is the reaction i had to the drops that were supposed to clear up the infection. the skin around my eye swelled up and got delightfully scaly. i looked like i was turning into a lizard. it hurt and was itchy plus the puss and inflammation and oh it's delightful.
adding to the delight is the peeling of my lips. this is a good thing on the one hand, as it indicates they're almost finished hating me for the latest round of allergic reactions. it's a bad thing because (a) it hurts, and (b) it's gross.
soon i'll be able to put my labret stud back in at least. i've been feeling a bit naked without it.
on a positive body note, my menstrual cycle has behaved very well this month. almost as if my body is apologising for all the rest. small mercies.
saw np monday night, who i've begun referring to as poo face because it amuses me. not to his actual face, of course. i need to have bloodwork done to check my liver is okay with the valdoxan. that might be next wednesday's task.
.
the attempt at green hair did not go well and i ended up just shaving it all off and dying it back to (something approximating) my natural colour. the irony of course being that i'd just bought a 1 litre bottle of developer. ha. oddly enough, i look shorter with 1/4 inch hair. a few people at work have complimented me, which always feels strange. i am looking forward to it growing out a little, which, given my overachieving follicles, will happen fairly quickly. i'm surprised to discover that i do actually miss my fluffy pink hair, though. so probably that bottle of developer will get some use in a few months.
so far i've managed a whole month of poeming. feel absurdly as though i'm being judged on my taste in poetry. (directed at no one in particular, just that feeling of, "oh no people are looking at me what do i do help.") and i'm discovering just how many poems i have posted to tumblr by the same poets. i don't care over there but for this project i'm trying to post a variety of poets and not repeat poems i've already posted in my journal. and also use whole poems and not just bits and pieces. i'm very guilty of that at tumblr.
.
yesterday at work there were cockatoos in the tree across the road. a whole flock, maybe twenty or more, flying about madly, swooping, landing. it lasted for about an hour and then they flew away. i have no idea what was going on. it didn't seem like anyone else even noticed. cockatoos are loud and screechy, but a whole flock of them, swift as thought, careening in the rush of the wind, is beautiful enough to make your breath catch, to make you stare in wonder, joy welling up from some secret place you have no map to and will never find if you go looking. the beautiful vagabonds. the passionate transitory. feathers, hollow bones, hope.
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This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth. If you feel inclined, comment there.