So, I've been making a couple of circle-locked posts here on DW over the past few weeks about some health stuff that's been happening and I don't plan to make them public because I'm not sure the entire Internet needs to know the exact details of how my uterus is fucking me over. It does feel like I need to have something public somewhere, because some elements of this are impossible to hide, but let's go with a summary.
In summary: fibroids, unpredictable bleeding, hospital admissions due to the bleeding have been involved, so much unexpected laundry, it's all very unpleasant and turning me into the flakiest person ever because I cannot guarantee I'll actually turn up for anything I plan.
I'm on the waiting list for surgery but thanks to covid and 10 years of Tories fucking over the NHS, waiting lists are ridiculous and gynecology is has the worst waiting list of all specialities, so I'm prepared for the idea I won't get surgery before Christmas. In the meantime, I just have to manage it and accept that I will miss many fun events until it happens.
Work is...a lot. The biggest project of my career is due to launch at the beginning of July (delayed from November due to things outside my control), so there's a lot of work, so many meetings, and I'm anticipating that July and August will be even worse as we bed in the new systems we've developed. It's also been one of those projects that has stretched me and shown me that I'm capable of taking on senior roles on big things like this, so it's been great, but it's a lot.
I've been picking away at a fic since late last year, which keeps getting interrupted by health problems and work exhaustion. I went back to reread it to pick it up again last week and it's good! I love the concept! I like what I've written so far! I've got 22k of great fic that needs about 40k more fic before I can call it done, because there's a lot of plot left and Wangxian are nowhere near their happy ending yet and god damn it, I need happy endings right now.
This extends to my reading and viewing as well as my writing. Happy endings only here. I don't have the spoons to deal with traumatic endings right now.
I haven't been stitching as much as I'd like--all the health stuff has left me low on spoons a lot of the time--but I've been picking up projects when I can and I have a one day course booked next month with the Royal School of Needlework. I really will have a meltdown if a major bleeding incident prevents me getting to that. I feel like i've already missed too many things I was looking forward to this year.
It's frustrating knowing that any plan I make can be disrupted by my body doing silly things and I've lost confidence in making any plans that I need to pay for in advance or where my absence will cause issues for others. I'm still working out how to navigate that in a way that doesn't shut my life down completely but also doesn't leave other people in the lurch and me hugely out of pocket. It's a work in progress.
So yeah. 20220 is turning into a year to remember for a whole variety of reasons.
In summary: fibroids, unpredictable bleeding, hospital admissions due to the bleeding have been involved, so much unexpected laundry, it's all very unpleasant and turning me into the flakiest person ever because I cannot guarantee I'll actually turn up for anything I plan.
I'm on the waiting list for surgery but thanks to covid and 10 years of Tories fucking over the NHS, waiting lists are ridiculous and gynecology is has the worst waiting list of all specialities, so I'm prepared for the idea I won't get surgery before Christmas. In the meantime, I just have to manage it and accept that I will miss many fun events until it happens.
Work is...a lot. The biggest project of my career is due to launch at the beginning of July (delayed from November due to things outside my control), so there's a lot of work, so many meetings, and I'm anticipating that July and August will be even worse as we bed in the new systems we've developed. It's also been one of those projects that has stretched me and shown me that I'm capable of taking on senior roles on big things like this, so it's been great, but it's a lot.
I've been picking away at a fic since late last year, which keeps getting interrupted by health problems and work exhaustion. I went back to reread it to pick it up again last week and it's good! I love the concept! I like what I've written so far! I've got 22k of great fic that needs about 40k more fic before I can call it done, because there's a lot of plot left and Wangxian are nowhere near their happy ending yet and god damn it, I need happy endings right now.
This extends to my reading and viewing as well as my writing. Happy endings only here. I don't have the spoons to deal with traumatic endings right now.
I haven't been stitching as much as I'd like--all the health stuff has left me low on spoons a lot of the time--but I've been picking up projects when I can and I have a one day course booked next month with the Royal School of Needlework. I really will have a meltdown if a major bleeding incident prevents me getting to that. I feel like i've already missed too many things I was looking forward to this year.
It's frustrating knowing that any plan I make can be disrupted by my body doing silly things and I've lost confidence in making any plans that I need to pay for in advance or where my absence will cause issues for others. I'm still working out how to navigate that in a way that doesn't shut my life down completely but also doesn't leave other people in the lurch and me hugely out of pocket. It's a work in progress.
So yeah. 20220 is turning into a year to remember for a whole variety of reasons.