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helenkacan Jul. 30th, 2011 01:49 pm)
helenkacan Jul. 30th, 2011 01:49 pm)Indeed.
It started off in a bad way when I went to bed at 12:25 and woke up at 4:48. Arrgghh. Somehow I managed to fall asleep again but woke up at 6:30. I stayed in bed with my eyes closed until around 7:10 when the objective was to leap out of bed and try to do eye makeup in the few minutes of clarity available. Uh ... clarity not so forthcoming, especially with the eyeliner on the left eyelid.
Amidst the heat, I still had to do the dishes (and that activity plus super-hot water makes me even hotter), rewatch Home for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_squee community, get dressed of course and finish my makeup and hair. And try to prevent my makeup from running. Commence frantic fanning of face!
Somehow, I managed to get everything done (wearing my usual leopard print long skirt, brief top and black capelet) and, despite my intention to take painkillers, went on a minivan ride without any meds. At least I had a lot of time to relax when I arrived VERY early. And I goofed because I wasn't aware that we had to register down the hallway (I didn't know there was anyone there) for our meal preferences and to receive a folder of info. When my sis, RS, showed up, she registered me. Even so, everyone was served dinner and I was still waiting. And getting hungrier. Finally, I got my burger and hot dog, salad, and apple juice. Later there was a fresh fruit plate and lemon meringue pie.
So, the weird thing is that we were visited by a team promoting diabetes prevention. But - really stupidly - they offered to do glucose blood sugar tests AFTER we'd eaten. Still, I went ahead and it really hurt my finger. I guess I was just already sensitized to pain in general. I also received a sealed bag and wonder what stuff is in there. No, I'm in too much pain to investigate.
There were a few people I recognized from earlier events and church. Though it was a mixed event, it was overwhelmingly dominated by women. There'd been a slightly creepy guy (I don't know WHO he was) doing some political advocacy. I'm just hoping he didn't write down my name and phone number when I gave it to the diabetes project team.
Most everyone had been picked up early by the fleet of busses that kept pulling up one after another. Luckily, my minivan arrived around 8:30 (my pickup time). Not so luckily, the back seats were made for people who were - I'd estimate - at least 5'8" tall. Um ... stupid manufacturers ... I'm 4'11". If you can't provide at least a foot rest so that I can be supported somehow, why do you insist on building such stupid vehicles. Even worse were the head rests that were way above my head. ::growls in frustration and pain::
So, stupid minivan (and I reserve the right to write "stupid" as many times as necessary), following meandering neighbourhood streets in the dark. Not only can I NOT see where we're headed (only trees and houses), I'm getting bounced by Every. Damn. Speed. Bump in existence. By the time I arrived home (around 9:55), I was ready to cry. In fact, I still feel like crying.
At least posting about my rewatching comments lifted my spirits, as did reading the other watchers' posts. And, as you already know, I gave up on staying upright before midnight.
::growls in continued pain while contemplating nap vs shower::
It started off in a bad way when I went to bed at 12:25 and woke up at 4:48. Arrgghh. Somehow I managed to fall asleep again but woke up at 6:30. I stayed in bed with my eyes closed until around 7:10 when the objective was to leap out of bed and try to do eye makeup in the few minutes of clarity available. Uh ... clarity not so forthcoming, especially with the eyeliner on the left eyelid.
Amidst the heat, I still had to do the dishes (and that activity plus super-hot water makes me even hotter), rewatch Home for the
sga_squee community, get dressed of course and finish my makeup and hair. And try to prevent my makeup from running. Commence frantic fanning of face!Somehow, I managed to get everything done (wearing my usual leopard print long skirt, brief top and black capelet) and, despite my intention to take painkillers, went on a minivan ride without any meds. At least I had a lot of time to relax when I arrived VERY early. And I goofed because I wasn't aware that we had to register down the hallway (I didn't know there was anyone there) for our meal preferences and to receive a folder of info. When my sis, RS, showed up, she registered me. Even so, everyone was served dinner and I was still waiting. And getting hungrier. Finally, I got my burger and hot dog, salad, and apple juice. Later there was a fresh fruit plate and lemon meringue pie.
So, the weird thing is that we were visited by a team promoting diabetes prevention. But - really stupidly - they offered to do glucose blood sugar tests AFTER we'd eaten. Still, I went ahead and it really hurt my finger. I guess I was just already sensitized to pain in general. I also received a sealed bag and wonder what stuff is in there. No, I'm in too much pain to investigate.
There were a few people I recognized from earlier events and church. Though it was a mixed event, it was overwhelmingly dominated by women. There'd been a slightly creepy guy (I don't know WHO he was) doing some political advocacy. I'm just hoping he didn't write down my name and phone number when I gave it to the diabetes project team.
Most everyone had been picked up early by the fleet of busses that kept pulling up one after another. Luckily, my minivan arrived around 8:30 (my pickup time). Not so luckily, the back seats were made for people who were - I'd estimate - at least 5'8" tall. Um ... stupid manufacturers ... I'm 4'11". If you can't provide at least a foot rest so that I can be supported somehow, why do you insist on building such stupid vehicles. Even worse were the head rests that were way above my head. ::growls in frustration and pain::
So, stupid minivan (and I reserve the right to write "stupid" as many times as necessary), following meandering neighbourhood streets in the dark. Not only can I NOT see where we're headed (only trees and houses), I'm getting bounced by Every. Damn. Speed. Bump in existence. By the time I arrived home (around 9:55), I was ready to cry. In fact, I still feel like crying.
At least posting about my rewatching comments lifted my spirits, as did reading the other watchers' posts. And, as you already know, I gave up on staying upright before midnight.
::growls in continued pain while contemplating nap vs shower::
