madbaker: (Galen)
Not a good night last night.
First there was yowling. Then a hairball. Then the mandatory grooming ("Monkey, I am upset and want comfort and this taste out of my mouth, so I will lick your face"). Then a few hours later, more yowling. Followed by throwing up.

I love the little bugger, but I wish his Siamese half had not gone as neurotic.

Second coffee today.
madbaker: (scary clown)
I got up late. Partly because I didn't sleep incredibly well - the cat threw up during the night, then demanded to sit on my chest and groom my face to comfort himself. I didn't get back to sleep for a while.

That put me behind in leaving, so I watched my usual bus go by as I turned the corner towards the stop. I took my backup bus and BART instead, which gets me to work a couple minutes later (no big deal; I just generally prefer not to transfer).

When I got to the office, I discovered I'd left my ID and key inside last night. This is the first time in five years that I've done that.

Waiting for the next small shoe to drop...
madbaker: (scary clown)
I don't know why my brain decided that I needed an anxiety dream about being a high school student in France, but it did. Thanks, brain. This second cup of coffee is because of you.

madbaker: (Galen)
Galen has been more snuggly at night lately. I want to encourage this, because I grew up with a cat that slept on my bed every night. I'm happy to have a cat to curl around while I sleep.

Unfortunately, about half the time he is laying on my chest. Which makes it much harder for me to sleep - both from the weight, and from not being able to move. I'd be much happier if he simply stretched out from my crotch to my knees.

madbaker: (scary clown)
I had dreams about reconciling gate.
madbaker: (scary clown)
Last week was okay, and parts of it were pretty good. I've been falling behind on sleep though, which colors everything.

A very nice party Saturday night both helped (social activity, lots of good chattage and terrific milk-washed punch) and hurt (went to bed around 1 AM, still woke up by 6).

madbaker: (disgruntled clown)
Daylight Savings transition is rough.

madbaker: (scary clown)
The upside of having lain awake at 2:30 for an hour was that the ensuing dream was fascinating. I was doing one of those locked-room mysteries, except it wasn't limited to one room - it took up a private island estate. I actually hit the snooze button on the alarm so that I could find out what happened next.
madbaker: (scary clown)
I stayed up a bit too late last night, but I got a major report balanced for someone. So that was worthwhile.
I actually slept reasonably well - up to the point that I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep. Le sigh.
madbaker: (scary clown)
I needed a second cup of coffee today. Weather, financial reports, long work day yesterday talking to (friendly) SEC examiners...
Soft Cell's cover of Tainted Love in the coffee shop helped too.

madbaker: (Dilbert)
I woke up around 2 AM with an aching sinus. Also, an aching shoulder. This just didn't seem fair, ganging up on me like that.
Sleep was eventually achieved through judicious applications of chemistry. I'm still tired and a bit headachy today.

madbaker: (beyond my control)
Because I woke up at 1 AM with a sinus headache. Fortunately, it wasn't a full-blown migraine. Unfortunately, it still kept me awake in pain. Fortunately, I had enough presence of mind to take a half nuke-from-orbit med dose. Unfortunately, that still kept me awake due to the caffeine.

So, sleepy today.

madbaker: (scary clown)
Uuuuugh. I woke up around 3 AM for no discernible reason and didn't get back to sleep for at least an hour and a half. I'm dragging today.

madbaker: (beyond my control)
(Ten points to the person who calls the header reference. Minus five points if you have to use a search engine to do it.)
It was hot last night. I did not sleep well. Also, I bruised my tailbone in my bus fall. Occasionally I sit down and wince in pain.

madbaker: (scary clown)
I don't expect that anyone else will actually understand this. That's okay; this is a very deep subset of the financial markets, and most people don't know the lingo. Heck, my cow-orkers won't get this without explanation. The effort that my subconscious put into this is staggering... but why?

I dreamed that a business contact, who is an inflation strategist, was holding a TIPS-themed Christmas costume party. The wife asked what she should wear. I told her to go in gold. I was dressed in twigs with balloons (i.e. inflation hedge). Someone else at the party was also in gold, but with added deely-boppers (a gold bug). Another person at the party suggested I add a cape to my outfit, so that I could be a dynamic inflation hedge.

The best costume, in my opinion, was a person dressed as the top of a Japanese house.

madbaker: (brains!)
My alarm went off as usual this morning, although it was louder than usual. I hit the snooze button, thinking that I must have bumped the volume when I put on the white noise at bedtime. I drifted back into a snooze but woke up fully before the alarm went off again. which point I found out it was an hour before my alarm was due to go off. I hate when my brain does that.

madbaker: (scary clown)
I did not sleep well. I also had an exchequer dream where I was working on a never-ending spreadsheet.
Shortly before I got up (which was well after the alarm went off) the cat jumped up onto the bed and settled around my ankles. I pet him a few times, he groomed my face a few times, then he bit the wife. What the hell?

madbaker: (demons of stupidity)
The shoulder pain got so bad that I couldn't lift my arm past horizontal. I actually tried to make a doctor's appointment. I knew full well this would likely result in a one-week wait followed by "It's cleared up, so, um..." and honestly the clearing up was really the goal here. I'd forgotten exactly why I don't have an assigned primary care GP physician: finding one sucks.

Our work insurance is middling. It's at least not Cigna, which I had a couple employers ago, and whose model is similar to Dell's and AT&T: make the process as painful as possible so that your customers go away in frustration and you don't have to pay for what they want. It's also not Kaiser, which can be really annoying with its rationing (hello single-payer!) but is really good at some of the basics (which is mostly what I want). Oh well; my boss really doesn't want Kaiser because one of his kids has some weird medical problems so we're never going to get it.

Anyway. I launched the website and searched for GPs accepting new patients. Found a few close by that looked reasonable (I mean, how do you check? Yelp isn't exactly set up for this) and started calling.
1) no response.
2) doctor no longer with that practice.
3) no response.
4) doctor no longer with that practice.
5) give up.

Instead, last night the wife applied several doses of liniment (side note: what is the difference between liniment, ointment, and unguent? Is there one? I wish I still had access to the OED) and I took a heavy dose of knockout OTC sleep drug, on the theory that I was doing something wrong. Apparently that was the case: this morning I have a muscle ache, not a stabbing pain.

Now to try to figure out what it is I am doing during the night... and how to fix it. It's progress, anyway.
But I still need to find a general practitioner on general principles.

madbaker: (scary clown)
Very tired this morning. I had a long, complicated dream just before the alarm went off. Do you remember the "Host a Murder" party craze in the early '90s? I was in one of those, except it kept flipping between being a party game and an actual murder. I was a doctor who found the body, and thus the early prime suspect. Which made me either a red herring, or the actual murderer. I'm pretty sure I was a red herring though - we started in on the ending where you read from the least likely down to the murderer, and I think I was #2 to read.

There was some other stuff about development rights, and killing endangered Playskool toddler animals, but I'll leave it there.

madbaker: (scary clown)
I had dinner last night with a friend who I hadn't seen in a couple years. Good pizza and chattage. It meant I got home around 10 PM, and I'm feeling that lack of sleep today. But I don't do this sort of thing very often and it was good to catch up.

The pizza was at a small chain called Blue Line. It's got an elevated train as its logo. I overheard the couple next to us asking each other if it was a BART train. Yes, that's right -- it has nothing to do with serving Chicago-style deep-dish pizza and the Blue Line being a Chicago train. Nope. BART's trains were originally blue with red accents (hence the original name, "Blue And Red Trains") and this is a homage to that forgotten bit of Bay Area history.

...I forbore to interject this into their conversation in a withering tone, but it was a close thing. Though I did not manage to forestall an eyeroll.

I had an odd dream that I, unusually, remembered: civilization was broken because the structure of the universe had been irreparably damaged by time travel. Apparently traveling to the future caused time rips or something, but because civilization had collapsed due to these rips, we made very short time trips to the future to collect resources so we could muddle along. Of course, the daughter of the protagonist, feeling like she could be a hero, made a long trip to the future to collect a huge amount of resources... and this was the cause and reason that the time rips had broken the structure of the universe. Closed loop. Which is how I like my time travel plots, so it's nice that my subconscious cooperated.


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