So Pennsic happened.

On the one hand, I went in this year armed with a lot more diagnosis info and able to figure out why shit was going wrong for me. On the other, it didn't actually solve the problem. If anything, I think I reverse placebo'd myself into being a worthless lump for a day, once I figured out what was going on.

Oh well. Ces la vie.

Things are good with Fearghus, and good with the family. There was some drama, because there is always drama. But the kitchen and the blivets and the tents ran smoothly, and that's all I can ask. I had a nice date night out with a lovely gentleman. I got excessively drunk on mead once or twice. Or three times.

Friday I spent packing up three people worth of tent because everyone else needed to be helping with group breakdown, which was as it should be. That said, it was really stressful and I gave myself a bit of heatstroke, so I need to not do that in broad daylight again. Avoiding heavy lifting work during the 11am-3pm part of the day is really important to my survival at Pennsic. I have actually never teetered and almost fallen down from heat before. Do not want.

We are home alive, and our dogs are gloriously apoplectic to see us again. That is all.

EG

Not dead. Just not often on here. It's a weird line to straddle, however. On the one hand, I don't really talk about medical stuff or bitching about things like that on social media, for a variety of reasons. On the other hand, I kind of want somewhere to say what's going on with me.


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I wanted to be at least a little open with what's up, since it's informing how I'm making a lot of decisions right now. I'm not sure what to do about the overall situation until I get clearer testing on some stuff. But I wanted people to be aware at least that there are reasons that I am making the calls I am making, and they are not reasons like "I hate you/your game/your party" unless I actually go out of my way to say otherwise.

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It's not her birthday yet, but I remembered tonight a great story of why embermwe rocks. I was telling this story to a SCAdian I know, and I thought I would share it here, because it's the most hilarious thing that happened to me all of Pennsic this year.

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Have developed a red spot under the strap for my neoprene sleep brace, which hurts like hell and is hot to the touch. Suspect I inherited more than just my aunt's love of classic hairstyling.