catchmyfancy: (ABANDON HOPE)
Two months since I posted.

Here's why:

July: life's promise shimmered on the horizon as I came into the mid-year break.

Then I got THE LURGY.  Everyone said it was vicious.  Normally I laugh at such things: if I get sick, then I get SICK and then I recover quickly.  I'm a Winter baby: there's always a cold or something in about July when everyone's immune system is pretty much over the cold, wet and dark.

Not this time.  I was sick - and voiceless, which was the very worst thing - for weeks. And weeks.  And I tried to go into work and would last a day and then back I would go to lurk at home. And fret, feel ill, and despair over my voice returning.

Also, dealing with The DeathCough.  I spent a week trying to turn myself inside out.  On the up side, now have a new decent GP.  On the down side: my chiropractor spent almost an hour putting everything back into alignment and then 45 minutes the next time only a few days later.  Being a trained singer, apparently I instinctively engage auxiliary muscles when I'm trying to do something respiratory.  Awesome for singing, deadly for what she called "hypercoughing" (I prefer DeathCough).

But return the voice did, after I completed the divine 36 Hours of Silence (I worked from home, and the only sound I made was the one time I was provoked and snarled at the laptop for being Difficult).  A week too late for a Very Important Masterclass.  But it did, and no lasting damage, according to the folx at the Melbourne Voice Analysis Centre.

August: back to study and work, and still convalescent.

BIrthday.  Ignored it mostly.  Had some people in for scones and tea.  Had a singing lesson or two and felt happy.  Discovered more Grieg.  Life's promise shimmered once more on the horizon.

Then Lurgy 2.0 returned for a final go-round.  It was compressed: went through the Blah in 10 days instead of five weeks, and no antibiotics or asthma steroids needed this time, just lots of sleep, and me making appalling puns.

Also have met a couple of guys online, including a Very Much Younger Occasional Lover (who lives locally, so it's door-to-door service *snorfle*).  In fact, the Very Much Younger men of my town seem to have been sent a circular, and they are all popping up on the dating website and saying "...how YOU doing?", even though I have my search parameters firmly set in (mostly) age-appropriate territory. 

Anyhoo, finally, I feel I'm coming back up the other side.  I've picked up a vitamin and supplements habit.  I still have eight weeks to prepare for my final recital.  And my darling friends Canadian Dave and Arash have proposed that we all share a house in the New Year and I think I thought it over for about 0.02secs before I said "oh. Okay, I guess."

Plus the sun is shining today (oh Melbourne: I am wise to you. This will be how it is all September, and then October will come in cold and wet and vile and break all our hearts) and I have this and this in the backyard.

catchmyfancy: (unstable)
Yeah. So.

I guess I've been using this journal as a receptacle of  "ooh look SHINY THINGS" for a bit. 

I'm going through one of my everything-shifting-around-in-my-mental-and-emotional-landscape phases, plus, you know, work, family, house yada yada.  Makes me a tad scatty and kind of odd and I don't feel like I fit in my skin. 

I blame my counsellor.  For I am still going to see her about once a month and every time I go I feel like I'm slowly inching towards something.  When I find out what the fuck it is, you'll all be the first to know.

Time: I have not enough of it. 

Although you would think I would be pretty good at my job by now, somehow it keeps evolving and I get even more stuff to do and it gets ever more complicated.  Basically, because Gerry my old boss died and took most of what he knew with him, I am IT as far as graduations and knowing stuff about same and making decisions and doing that Thing you do when you have no freaking idea about what to do and Making Stuff Up As You Go Along And Hoping Like Heck (which works if you do it in a clear, confident tone, I have found).

Basically I am a consultant to the University about all these matters.  If I was an external one I would be able to dry myself off after stepping out of the shower by rolling in a vat of money.  But as an employee, it's just One More Thing to have to do.  Explaining to Faculty X that I can't come to a meeting for their May ceremony because I would running one of the ten I have to get through in March that day, is a prime example.  Unlike upper management where there are EAs and built-in-redundancies and deputy this and acting that, all we got is me, The OffSider and (for about four or so months of the year) the Girl Wonder.

And we keep Innovating, don't we.  Goddammit.  Tonight I did not leave until eight, because the Girl Wonder (the ever-changing third person in our office - this one's pretty damned efficient) and myself were thrashing our way through our guide on How To Pay Yourself Online for the grads workers, because the info I had been given had all the Little Hidden Steps just glossed over by the person who normally does the pays, so we had to tease them out and go through the process about six times to make sure it didn't leave someone stuck in the middle and covered all the if/then/else/EXCEPT IF stuff.   But it is done and hopefully the Calls of Dumb-Arsery will be few and far between.  (ha - yeah - live the dream, Alexandra).

Other news: plumbing bill came to $600.  Which the parentals can claim back on their insurance and which, as my mother pointed out, sure as heck beats $10K for a new bathroom.

Have been gymming again to try and control the Asthma of Dume and get fitter and to just get through March and the ceremonies and at the end of it: Liederfest on the 28th.  Eeepity eeple.  I have some hope of making the final this year.  Sometimes in a lesson Julia will say "veeery nice!" in a sort of grudging way, which is unheard of for me with lieder.

Exercise seems to (somewhat counter-intuitively) help the asthma no end.  No, I don't know why either, I just know it does. 

Fish news: all still Not Dead.

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