Writer's Block: Cold turkey tremors
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I mean, I was born before the Internet existed, so I could easily say "the first 12 years of my life." We didn't get Internet at home until I was in 6th grade and it didn't really feel like a necessity until I was 16, when I got my own AOL account/screen name so I could receive emails that my mom didn't read through first and join the journaling and networking sites that get people addicted to the Internet in the first place.
Since then, I've grown steadily more addicted. When I moved to Japan, I didn't have Internet in my apartment for an entire month, and phone email alone was not cutting it. (It was basically texting, and having just moved to a new country I had far too much to say than I had the patience to text people). I was suffering from withdrawal in spite of having the phone and access to an Internet cafe I used a couple times.
I can do a long weekend away without needing to check my email, LJ, and Facebook, but as soon as we hit the week mark I start getting antsy. Contrarily, I find it more liberating to check all my stuff regularly and know everyone is fine than unplug and wonder if maybe they're not.
In other news, there is more complications on the Things Wrong With Amy front. Last night I started getting this stabbing pain just under the outside of my left breast. First thing I did after work today was take my bra off because the underwire aggravates it. Whenever I cough-- which is still all the time-- it hurts like crazy, and it hurting makes me curl up in pain and close my airway which makes me cough some more. I kind of clutch at myself, trying to hold everything steady while I cough. I've even been trying to hold my coughs in (is that healthy?) because it just hurts so much to let them out now.
. . . and it's too late in the day to see a doctor about it now )-: And I have to leave for the '80s party at 2:30 pm tomorrow in order to make it there on time. This may not get looked at until next Monday, which kind of scares me because 1) both my mom and Robert have posed the possibility of a fractured rib or a strained muscle (which apparently can happen when you cough violently for two weeks straight) and 2) it really fucking hurts. It's cope-with-able, especially if I take some painkillers, but I'm also just pretty good at coping with physical pain. (Remember the appendix thing?). I'm not sure how worried I should be.
Mood icon sums it up pretty well, actually; my pains are quite a bit like a dagger in my chest. Speaking of Romeo and Juliet, I had a really vivid dream last night that my high school freshman English class reunited to perform a modernized production of Romeo and Juliet-- and I was cast as a female Benvolio. Robert was coming to watch it, I got to see a lot of old faces I haven't seen since high school. (People I had practically forgotten about O.o). Mrs. Sheline was there, and still intimidating. But I was really excited about the play, actually, and quite disappointed when I woke up.
I mean, I was born before the Internet existed, so I could easily say "the first 12 years of my life." We didn't get Internet at home until I was in 6th grade and it didn't really feel like a necessity until I was 16, when I got my own AOL account/screen name so I could receive emails that my mom didn't read through first and join the journaling and networking sites that get people addicted to the Internet in the first place.
Since then, I've grown steadily more addicted. When I moved to Japan, I didn't have Internet in my apartment for an entire month, and phone email alone was not cutting it. (It was basically texting, and having just moved to a new country I had far too much to say than I had the patience to text people). I was suffering from withdrawal in spite of having the phone and access to an Internet cafe I used a couple times.
I can do a long weekend away without needing to check my email, LJ, and Facebook, but as soon as we hit the week mark I start getting antsy. Contrarily, I find it more liberating to check all my stuff regularly and know everyone is fine than unplug and wonder if maybe they're not.
In other news, there is more complications on the Things Wrong With Amy front. Last night I started getting this stabbing pain just under the outside of my left breast. First thing I did after work today was take my bra off because the underwire aggravates it. Whenever I cough-- which is still all the time-- it hurts like crazy, and it hurting makes me curl up in pain and close my airway which makes me cough some more. I kind of clutch at myself, trying to hold everything steady while I cough. I've even been trying to hold my coughs in (is that healthy?) because it just hurts so much to let them out now.
. . . and it's too late in the day to see a doctor about it now )-: And I have to leave for the '80s party at 2:30 pm tomorrow in order to make it there on time. This may not get looked at until next Monday, which kind of scares me because 1) both my mom and Robert have posed the possibility of a fractured rib or a strained muscle (which apparently can happen when you cough violently for two weeks straight) and 2) it really fucking hurts. It's cope-with-able, especially if I take some painkillers, but I'm also just pretty good at coping with physical pain. (Remember the appendix thing?). I'm not sure how worried I should be.
Mood icon sums it up pretty well, actually; my pains are quite a bit like a dagger in my chest. Speaking of Romeo and Juliet, I had a really vivid dream last night that my high school freshman English class reunited to perform a modernized production of Romeo and Juliet-- and I was cast as a female Benvolio. Robert was coming to watch it, I got to see a lot of old faces I haven't seen since high school. (People I had practically forgotten about O.o). Mrs. Sheline was there, and still intimidating. But I was really excited about the play, actually, and quite disappointed when I woke up.
