*sigh*
My AC died July 5th, obliterated by post July 4th firework residue, firmly etching that holiday as the worst of all holidays, not even close, no not even you New Year's Eve Dodge the Redneck and Gangbanger Bullets Extravaganza, sit the fuck down! Used to love it--swimming, family, grandpa's burgers, tag football games that only ended when someone dislocated a shoulder...but now? Hate it. Loud, noisy, scares the cats, turns the valley into an asthmatic's worst nightmare even more than it usually is, and oh yeah, KILLS MY FUCKING AC.
DURING THE WORST HEATWAVE FRESNO HAS SEEN IN A FUCKING DECADE.
Maybe two.
TWO FUCKING DECADES.
When Britney Spears only sang about being a slave, but wasn't an actual fucking slave, that's how long ago!
*sigh*
I survived miserably for five nights. Not well, every moment a struggle, but...I kept going. Saturday it was 110 degrees out and my body with its tiny bariatric stomach and lovely Scot-Irish What's the Sun? Genes had enough, I developed the first signs of serious OH SHIT heat exhaustion. I don't know if my neighbors deciding to have a live mariachi band in a residential neighborhood until 3AM contributed or not, but I'm guessing it didn't help.
Covered in wet rags and cold packs after two hours I finally cooled down and slumped into a restless sleep.
Sunday morning I could barely walk and decided to not fuck around anymore and went to the ER.
They were barely helpful, but...I got eight hours of free cool during the peak of the heatwave (115) they gave me obvious-but-fine-I'll-do-them tips and an IV, as well as warning signs on what to watch out for. Spent the rest of the day in a Taco Bell, went home for a small miserable sleep in a house that wouldn't cool down past 90, and repeated at my uncle's place the next day.
Despite all this...Tuesday morning at about 2AM it got even worse in a terrifying escalation of symptoms, so...back to the ER.
*sigh*
New doctor. They were...insultingly unhelpful. I quote "your organs aren't failing yet, so there's nothing we can really do for you."
OH, I'M FUCKING SORRY ABOUT THAT, MY BAD!
I've only got uncontrollable body shaking and I'm so dizzy I can barely walk and hey, if I wasn't dizzy every muscle below my knee and elbow is cramping and spastic, and I'm so fucking smooth-brained it took me a whole minute to spell out my own name to the nurse, but no biggie! Also I seem to have forgotten how to sweat, sure that's not important or on that list of shit you told me to watch out for. How rude of me, I should have waited until my kidneys were giving out!
"Get some sleep and wet some towels to throw over you".
Oh yeah, why didn't I fucking think of that?
*sigh*
So I moved in with the uncle for three days to borrow his couch and luckily I somehow didn't get worse. Thursday the new AC got put up and I'm finally back home. I've slept about 12 hours a night since that last ER visit and I'm just to the point where the dizzy and cramping seems to have gone away, still can't go outside for longer than five minutes, even at 90 degrees.
I've also lost ten pounds in the last week...which is VERY not how my surgeons expected this shit to go at this point.
Obviously no writing has been done, this is the first time I've touched a computer ever through all that. I'll probably need a week more of rest, then we'll see where we go from there.
I was just starting to think that maybe, just maybe I could get one of these books out to you guys before December rolled around, but it would probably take a miracle at this point. So we're looking at February at the earliest. If I don't self combust. Which...is probably 50/50 at this point!
Part of me wants to change things up and switch over to the Vicky novel and put some time into that, readthrough, fix some problems, and reenter into the world of elemental politics, pretty dresses, and art collections. But I also might just type the 69 (nice!) pages I have into the computer and keep going with THE BEST STUDENT ADVISOR EVER. None of them have died yet, have they?!?! Sure, one of them is raising up animals from the dead as pets, but you try to stop her!
Not necessarily boxing myself in to whatever you lot say, but...any desire on which you'd rather read first, Vicky Present Time Line One Month Before FM7 or Last School Story MEGA EDITION?
Anyway...I'm going back to napping...
And maybe I'll have some sugar free popsicles...
