I first started this LJ to participate in fandom, but more and more it's become my personal journal where I babble about football and television, and whine about stuff - and since I mostly make friends-locked posts these days, I figured I'd make a little sticky to acknowledge that. Purely fandomy posts with fic or art will be public, though, rare as they are.
There's a new show called "Vikings" - two episodes have aired and the third is already available online. It's actually pretty awesome, and you should totally check it out if historical shows float your boat!
Basically, there are vikings. And some are dicks, and some like Ragnar Lothbrok are okay for being vikings, and his wife Lagertha is awesome and a shieldmaiden who can kick his and probably everyone’s ass, and then Ragnar sails west and brings back a cute little monk to keep as the family slave except he totally starts crushing on him and wants to be best friends preferably with benefits
and Lagertha is like, “yeah, cool!”
Seriously, on what other show are you going to see hot vikings trying to convince a monk to join them for a threesome?This entry was originally posted at http://schweedie.dreamwidth.org/9010.html.
Well, I'm off to London tomorrow! I plan on completely ignoring my birthday, if my parents let me - we'll see. But, I shall leave you with this picspam while I'm gone. For some reason I was in a picspammy mood this weekend and decided to do a spam with my favourite television scenes, and finally finished it. So, hope you like!( lots of pictures and awesome people this wayCollapse )
(Contains spoilers for, well, a lot of stuff, but most of it is old and, and if it's new it doesn't really spoil anything important. Although if you plan on watching The Vampire Diaries at some point, there's a scene from late season 2.)
My adventures with the medical care system continue. And they piss me off.
Yesterday, I got a phone call that I could go for my skeletal scintigraphy today - I just got back from the hospital, and I'm going back in a couple of hours. They've given me an injection with some sort of radioactive liquid (maybe I'll turn into spiderwoman!) and once my skeleton has absorbed it they're going to take pictures of it. I don't fully understand how it works, but apparently it can help reveal if there's an inflammation hiding somewhere.
So far, so good. But I also went down to the MRI unit, since I was at the hospital anyway, to ask if they could speed things up a little. I got a referral sent there on June 8th, and I spoke to someone there just a couple of days later to confirm it. But, when I give the lady in the reception my name and my digits, she tells me there's no such referral. My face probably clearly said "WTF?!" She asked me several times if I was sure about this, and I kept saying yes. Suddenly, she discovers that there was in fact a referral - yes, was, because it's now gone. My doctor had asked them to also (note: also) look at my old images to see if it was possible to discern any slipped discs from those before forcing me to have new X-rays done. Well, they looked at my old images (the ones of my pelvis and hip joints), came to the conclusion that there was no telling from those - and that was it.
Yes, that was it. Referral completely dismissed, for no good reason. No MRI for my back. AND NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT IT. (At this point, I'm so angry I can hardly speak.) But then the lady says that if I talk to my doctor and he faxes a new referral within a week, they can get me an appointment rather quickly.
So, I head down to the clinic where I normally go, to speak to my doc or just at least leave him an urgent note that he needs to send a new referral. But no. Turns out, he's on vacation. Thankfully, I now have an appointment with another doctor tomorrow, and she will have to deal with it.
I have no words for how sick I am of this. I'm so tired of fighting them, their incompetence and their carelessness every step of the way. And I try so hard to put on a happy face and act normally and think happy thoughts and focus on silly things that distract me, but seriously, something needs to change. Soon.
This morning I had an appointment with my doc to discuss sick leave, since I need something that shows why I've been able to achieve absolutely nothing over the past seven months (and for the immediate forseeable future). He started talking about the X-rays I had last week, we discussed my appointment with the orthopaedist and the MRI my chiropractor wants me to have, and he dictated a referral for some kind of imaging thing. So far, so good. Then, he started rising from the chair and held out his hand. I was all, uh, but we were going to talk about sick leave, remember? He's all, what? It turns out my time is up and he has another patient to see. And he has the nerve to say to me, "But for God's sake, you have to bring up the most important things first!" Bear in mind, this is my sympathetic doctor.
And that's the point where I started crying. I have no control whatsoever over my tear ducts these days. And call me naive, but when I've booked an appointment with the sole purpose of discussing a particular thing because the doctor told me to, when HE said that's what we're going to talk about, then I'm going to assume that he's written down somewhere what today was meant to be about, and that he's seen to that there is enough time to discuss that and whatever else he wants to bring up. Fifteen minutes. That was all the time we had, and apparently I was supposed to know that.
My tears and my words made it very clear that I refused to wait ANOTHER three weeks for a new appointment, so luckily I got an appointment Monday morning. Which meant I had to call my dentist and re-schedule my second wisdom tooth extraction, but hey, this is a whole lot more important.
Bloody hell, I'm so sick of this back and forth stuff.
When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of the storm there's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of the lark
Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone
You know, as corny as this song may be, I love it. It can be comforting, it can be mournful, it can be rousing, it can be celebratory. When I'm down it always makes me feel at least a little bit better, and if I'm already happy it makes me grin and feel all warm inside. It always works.
Some say it's cheesy and ridiculous and slow and boring. I don't care. I'm proud that it's our anthem.
My left ear has been hurting for a few days, and since I've had so many infections in that ear I went to the doctor to be on the safe side.
My ear was fine, which was good. She looked down my throat as well, which was maybe a little irritated, but generally fine. However, apparently my tongue had a whole lot of teeth marks on it which you usually have if you're tense, and she asked about that. Am I tense?
Are you kidding me? Yes, I'm fucking tense. That's what happens when you're in pain the majority of your waking time, which I told her about. And she tells me there are these muscles near the ear that get irritated when you're tense, and that can give you an earache because it affects the eardrum. Long story short? From the sound of it, it's all my fucking hip's fault.
They need to fix this. It's wrecking my whole body. I'll go into hospital if I have to. They need. to fix. this.
Okay. Venting completed.