The hits keep on coming

Well, it’s been a week. Not a great week. Last weekend I felt lousy, had to miss visiting with a friend in from the Bay Area who I haven’t seen in years. *sad fox* Was out sick Monday, everything felt wrong, so I mostly just napped. Work was work, patching before a release on Tuesday, aka how fast can we do this? Pretty darn fast actually. Last night we had emergency patching for Windows servers due to the latest ransomware BS. I hate windows. Slept for crap again last night, and I’m feeling pretty foul today. Stomach is unhappy, lungs are crunchy, and I’m off most of my allergy meds for the testing next week. I’m a mess. Also, my insurance denied my first request for the new depression treatment. Now my doc and my rep are appealing it, and I know for any expensive treatments insurance will push back hard, but emotionally this is a hit. We’ll see what happens next week.

So yeah, I’m not doing hot. Mentally/emotionally I’m all over the place. Physically I covered already. At least I have Cthulhu covering the spiritual side of things *wink* Mother’s Day is tomorrow, my plan to send out a bunch of mother’s day cards to people has been delayed, I just really haven’t had the spoons to write cards. Maybe later today/tomorrow. Not thinking too much otherwise about tomorrow…hoping there isn’t a ton of emotional foo, I really don’t have it in me to cope. So here’s to not needing a ton of cope.

Not much else going on. Slowly upgrading my VM horde, at least the Ubuntu ones to 17.04. I need to look at what version of Fedora is default now, I haven’t checked in a while. And there’s the obvious windows updates. Plus movies, probably going to stick with favorites vs trying to find something new. Can’t wait for next weekend and the new ‘Alien’ movie. I enjoyed ‘Prometheus’ and ‘Alien vs Predator’, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be a fan.

So, I’ll call this a post. Hopefully next week won’t be as ick as this last one was, and maybe I’ll even make some process into feeling human again. Laters gators.

What’s going on with Vulpine’s brainmeats

Note: this doesn’t cover my allergist visit, that’s going to be it’s own post at some point when I process that…oy.

So I’ve been kind of vaguebooking about what’s going on with my brainmeats, at least to most of the public at large. So here’s the skinny. My pshrink thinks I’m a good candidate for a ‘new’ treatment, Transcranial Magnet Stimulation or TMS. Basically, they’ve found some people with depression had neurons that don’t work as they’re supposed to, but with stimulation from a magnetic field, they can get them to fire normally, correcting the depression issue. I’ve been reading on the science, and it seems plausible. Basically, if I qualify (both under insurance and after an EEG), I’d go for daily magnetic whackings for a period of about 6 weeks. The downside is it’s crazy expensive, as in if my insurance doesn’t cover it, there’s no way I can afford it. But, if it’s covered by insurance, and it does what it says it does, I may have my depression and anxiety in remission. Note, I didn’t say cured. They don’t say cured. I could need follow ups, and it’s not a magic pill. But it gives enough hope that I’m willing to try.

Friday AM I go in for my brain scan, if I get pictures of said brain I’ll post them. From there, it depends on if I fit the pattern needed, and if insurance covers it, then it’s a lot of magnetic waves into my brain. (insert joke about uncovering dormant mental powers) Then…we hope.

I know exactly one person who’s had this treatment, who said it worked until his insurance screwed him royally. I’m hoping for no insurance screwage. I’m also hoping that this might just be the light at the end of a very long tunnel. I’m tired, I’m tired of all the meds, I’m tired of the side effects, I’m tired of finding myself idly contemplating my own mortality. (No, not suicidal, don’t worry, just tired). So tomorrow is a first step. Wish me luck, prayers, crossed anythings, whatever.

Checking in

Was a weird week. Spent all of my 3 day weekend home recovering. I cheerfully could have called in Tuesday or Wednesday as well, but I put on my big cultist robes and went to work. Was kind of glad to see people actually. I’m still not 100%, but I’m close (minus the perpetual allergy argument). Mood was pretty lousy though this week. Between being sick, a whole lot of negative memories rising to the surface, and reality being pretty depressing. At least my subconscious eased up on me while I was asleep, with a lack of anxiety dreams. I kind of snapped out of it this morning, as Fridays often fix the ills in my head.

As I said last post, I’ll be back to patching on Sunday evening. Approx 30 servers this go-round, but I’ll have at least one other admin patching, and other bodies to do support tests and verify applications. So it should be fairly smooth. Week will be a tad short, but that’s ok. I still have social plans for tomorrow and for Sunday prior to patching.

So what’s up in the land of Vulpine besides work and illness? Lots of books, lots of reading. For some odd reason most of what I’ve read has been set in London, England between 1890-1920. Originally there was no plan, but between a couple of Mythos tales, and pastiches of Sherlock Holmes and Carnacki the Ghost Finder, and another period fantasy bit I’ve spent a lot of mental shoe leather wandering around London. Currently reading ‘Dust and Shadow’ which pits Sherlock against Jack the Ripper. I’m also hoping to have a spare weekend day in the next few weeks where I feel up to finishing up on the rearranging of the Starry Wisdom Library and building of at least one new bookcase. Hopefully I’ll be sans plague in time to do this before summer hits. Bedroom also needs work, but that’s less pressing. Less books in there. And more work.

Ok, that’s about all I have for right now. I have tons of bright ideas for posts, but usually they get detailed just as I’m getting ready for bed. I’m starting to think I need a voice recorder to ramble into so I remember these quirky ideas. For now though, I’m going to enjoy my Friday night hermit. Catch you all later.

Not doing so hot

Not doing so good today. Last night was a series of classic vulpine anxiety dreams. One involved a cat dying, not any cat I know, but still, sad about kitty. Woke up from that bit of sad, decided to take my anxiety med and try to go back to sleep. Which I did, and had an even worse nightmare about celebrating a friend being in a big budget X-Men movie, which was great and glorious, but all my friends at the party (save the movie star), treated me as a leper. I woke up crying, and I felt like I’d been run over by a train. Great way to start a Saturday.

So I’m wide awake at 7:30am, depressed as hell, scared as fuck of going back to sleep. So I got up, checked the mail, and went to the store. Adulting, even when I had 0 desire to adult. Groceries gotten, some general chores done, been watching the first two ‘Species’ movies. Trying not to think much, as I’d like my brain to leave me alone.

Between the dreams, and the perpetual allergy war, and the world diving into an unhappy kind of insanity, lets just say I’m kind of hoping the comet that’s nnearby takes a left turn and smacks into the planet. At least there are always books. They give so much, they ask so little.

I’ll be ok, these things pass, sooner or later. Later today I’m going to see ‘John Wick 2’ with some friends, which I hope helps. Catch you all later.

Books, books and dreams of books

Well last night’s sleep was kind of demented. Stayed up reading a quasi-random book pickup that’s turned into an epic Lovecraftian conspiracy novel. Decided to pause at about 2/3rd of the through, since I was pooped, and I wanted to savor the last reveals. Went to sleep, and had some bizarro dreams. I mentioned one on Facebook, where either Daniel Harms referred to me as a ‘poor man’s Kenneth Hite’ or Kenneth Hite referred to me as a ‘poor man’s Daniel Harms;. Either way, I’ll take the compliment. Other dreams in the series was going to the ur-Bookstore. That’s what I call a recurring bookstore in my dreams. It’s huge, more like a book mall, laid out in a labyrinth of rooms, halls and displays. I’m never looking for anything in particular, I’m just wandering looking at stuff. And I found a new, basement section of historical docs and manuscripts and other oddball stuff. But I had to go outside to get to the basement entrance, and suddenly it was Arctic winter and I was dressed for Texas. Brrr. Then the entrance was locked and I was getting colder and colder. Then I realized I was dreaming, but my brain said ‘so what’ and I was stuck trying to find a way out of the cold, or to wake up. Lucid Dreaming roll, 00. I was boned. Woke up eventually, and decided I didn’t want to give my subconscious any more run time.

Got up, got moving. I’ve spilled my pills twice today, I got the bathroom floor mopped, but my sinuses are now unthrilled. I was going to do a store run, but I really rather just avoid humanity for the moment. Watching a weird 70’s martial arts assassin flick, with really cheesy fight scenes. Once that’s done, I’ll probably work on general cleaning. Not putting the bookshelf together, my electric screwdriver/drill is dead, I’ve found that manually screwing around = crappy bookshelves. So I’ll either have to borrow one from a friend, or go get another one.

Ok, just went and picked some stuff in the bedroom, and I’m going to flop some more. Don’t think I’m leaving the house. I can always order a pizza… in fact I may do that very soon. Take care everyone. *sniffle*

And when things get weird…

Going to be a weird week for me. Most of the weekend was spent in some degree of sinus pain/pressure. Worked last night on some Carcosa Corp stuff, which wasn’t bad, just took a while. Today came into work a tad late, but no random stuff being broke due to last night’s work. I have bad luck with making late night changes that look fine, but in the cold light of day (and customer activity) you find the errors and mis-estimates. Not today, other than adjusting firewall rules to take the additional databases into account.

The weird starts with DR testing at work this week. I’m the guinea pig, as the new guy, I’ve been kind of deliberately kept in the dark, so when they hand me the documentation, we can see if there are flaws in it, that someone who’s familiar with the process would just be able to fill in. We’ll see how well this works. I’m kind of anxious because, hey, new situation. But it should be ok, or at least be educational.

I also have a friend going in for a what’s supposed to be a minor surgical procedure. All should be ok, and it should be a day procedure. But of course, I’m twitchy. Don’t like my friends in hospitals. *sigh*

Add in Friday’s expected political insanity, I expect the internets to be utterly awash in hatred and anger. So I’ll probably avoid much discussion, set filters to maximum, and maybe spend the weekend trying to translate the Voynich Manuscript. Or go to art museums and bookstores. Or binge on cheesy 80s horror movies. Or get on social media, and find 2000 more groups from all over the spectrum to block…

So this week will be a tad challenging. But there are perks. And books, and people who care. Oh yeah, and Cthulhu. Always good to have an eldritch monstrocity that drives you insane in your corner. So on that tentacled note, I’ll ramble more later. I’m going to try to post more here, get back in my blogging habit, vs miniposts on Facebook.

New Year’s Post

Well, it’s 2017. New year started, old year in the rearview mirror. The old year wasn’t that horrid for me, minus the holiday near meltdown. Job has been good, and good for my coping skills. I wasn’t nearly as social as usual this last year, nor have I done as much computer geekery as I used to. Still keeping up with the books and bad movies though.

As is traditional for New Years Day, I’ve spent today doing the things I want to have happen more of in the new year. So bad movies, buying books, petting cats (doing critter care for some friends that are out of town), sleeping in, and computer geeking. Hoping it leads to good and nifty things.

Last night I went to a comic/geek convention, didn’t do much besides some shopping, hanging out with friends, and attempting to go to the ‘parties’ in the evening. Figured out that I’ve gotten old. At one I wanted to yell ‘Turn that crap down’, and at the VIP party I listened to a decent cover band get mangled by lousy sound engineering. I cut out around 11, to avoid the drunks in Dallas, but they were already out in force. Came home, watched the year roll over. I did manage to find the only Cthulhu stuff in the ‘con. (A new dice game, that had cool tshirts, and a tshirt vendor who had a HPL shirt that I didn’t own), and a movie producer who aims to recreate 50’s B movies. So I had to get two. Was fun, but not really my kind of ‘con. Nothing on the tracks caught my attention, and most everything was comics or Harry Potter. Oh well, not every convention can be the HPLFF.

Really no plans for tonight, besides continuing with my superstition. I’m off work tomorrow, and I’ll spend most of it doing the chores I’m not doing today (laundry, cleaning, store run) Then it’s back to work. I don’t have any New Years resolutions, I’m weird and do resolutions around my Spawning Day.

So that’s about it. I may do a review of 2016, or I may not. All depends on what I get done tomorrow, and how many tentacles I’m left with, along with how much I want to dive into the last year. Might be better to just aim forward. But on that note, hope it’s a good year to everyone. Talk to you later.

A year ago

Today is the one year anniversary of my first day of freedom from The Shoggoth Pit. (my last day was Sept 11th…but I didn’t want to write this yesterday). A lot of things have changed in a year. I found an old offline journal entry with my wishes for my post pit life. A job where I’d have bosses who didn’t try to stress me out for yucks and giggles, where work had challenges, but I also had support in meeting said challenges. And I got that here at Carcosa Corp, in spades. I also got a much nicer paycheck, and I have coworkers who I can count on to be professional, and at the same time, can be silly with. The only negative is that it is contract, so I cannot say that a year from now I’ll still be in the same boat. But it’s given me hope that yes, I deserve a job where credit is given, and I’m worth what I’m paid.

Outside of the work stuff, the last year I’ve done other stuff. I’ve finally made it outside of Texas, and made it back home to NYC for a fun week. I’m going to Portland in a little under a month for my first Lovecraft festival. I’m sleeping better, though I am having more anxiety dreams about parents than I was. I’m social, and my friends are much less worried about me (sorry gang). I did up my meds this year for depression, but that I felt like I could try to do something to help sounds like positive stuff to me. I’ve also quit caffeine, and cut way down on sugar, and have started to lose weight. Eating a little healthier. Reading more, generally most everything is swinging up at least a little.

Still have anxiety and depression issues. I’m still reacting to things like I’m back at the Shoggoth Pit, meetings make me anxious, new projects cause worries, etc. But I’m catching myself when I start that, and it’s lessening. Day by day, bit by bit, I’m getting better.

So that’s the state of the Vulpine, anniversary edition. Hopefully things keep swinging up through the next year, and that this time in 2017 I’m no longer thinking about the past or being bothered by it.

State of the Fox

Not sure how long it’s been since I did one of these. Probably not long, but here it is. At the beginning of the month I posted about going to the pshrink to up my meds. I go back next week, and I’m going to say that while it’s helped, it’s not helped as much as I’d want. Maybe another dose up, as I am doing better. Or maybe a different med will be the answer. I don’t know, but I’m willing to try. And that’s a big change from last year, hell, from a couple of months ago.

Work is good. Figured out why I was anxious at the job, even though I’m working with some very cool people, and nothing has felt like the stressors of the Shoggoth Pit. But I still find meetings and dealing with the boss as a cause of anxiety, because for years I’m used to having bosses who yelled, who enjoyed winding me up, who had no clue how to handle people. I now have a boss who’s helpful, and can say ‘you did this incorrectly, here’s what you should have done’ without making it a chances to yank my chain. I just need to get used to it, and it’s probably going to take a while longer. But I see that I can, and why I feel the way I do, and with that, I can change things.

Personal life is good. Been spending a lot of time buried in books. Friends are good, friends are great. Even if I haven’t been quite the social butterfly. Château Innsmouth is as it usually is. Most everything is pretty ok. Well it’s overly warm, and my internet has issues, but nothing I can’t handle.

That’s pretty much Vulpine’s life here at Château Innsmouth. Hoping it stays that way. Catch you all later, hopefully with a stable internet connection. Ciao.

Change for the better

I was feeling quite blue today, no real big reason, just feeling a little useless, and out of sorts. Then I was reminded that I work in a (fun kind of) looney bin. One of the developers decided on a whim to dye his goatee blue. And on our internal chat channel, me and another developer shared a brain and both commented about using the blood of smurfs to dye it with. It’s nice to work with people who are as nuts as me. Also, boss is in town, and took us out for tacos. Yay free lunch.

The other big mood reset was I went back and read my offline journal for last year, for the 3 months around when I quit the Shoggoth Pit. July through September. And it sunk in how utterly miserable I was there, the stress, the ex-boss from hell, along with trying to rebuild my life after Mom’s passing. I’m kind of surprised that I didn’t end up in a psych ward by late August. There was a lot of ick in those entries. But I do remember one thing, towards the end, when I’d already written out my plan to deass the job (aka Operation: Leng), I wrote something in the vein of ‘My dream is to be in a better place by next year, financially, professionally, etc’. And here it is, 9 months later and I’ve got a good job where I feel appreciated (and get paid pretty well), I don’t dread every morning, nor do I have horrible dreams every night. It’s not all rainbows and unicorns, but so what ? I’m actually comfortable enough to say to my pshrink ‘Ok, things aren’t as good as they could be…what can help?’ vs my traditional ‘it’s working well enough, don’t change’. And that means a lot.

So yeah, I’m doing better. It’s good when I can catch myself, and reset before I spiral way down. I’m also glad I took that leap 9 months ago, even if it scared the fhtagn out of me, and there were a bunch of times that I thought I’d screwed up royally by leaving the ‘Pit. But I didn’t, and things got better, and life got better, and huzzah for me and stuff.