Still breathing. Kinda.

[stillane]

Hi folks. This is just a quick update lest ye think I've shuffled off this mortal coil.

No, I'm not dead. Although... but we'll come back to that. First, the good. I am officially among the graduated. Whee! I remain slightly confused about the diploma process for double majors (anyone who knows: should that second major be listed? It worries me that it isn't), but overall am thrilled with the whole thing. Next up, find work.

The Advisor has offered first author status on the resulting paper from my thesis work. It's going to mean more stressing in the next few months, but FIRST AUTHOR. Am very excited. Also, more sharks in jars. Yay!

Of the not so great: Dad's surgery is on Monday, so the weekend is going to be tense. We're still working out recovery stuff, too, which is dicey. Keep your fingers crossed.

The non-profit org I've been interviewing with keeps rescheduling on me, which makes me nervous. We shall see.

And, to return to the 'slightly dead' mention earlier, somewhere in the midst of it all, I managed to acquire something very Strep-like. They're getting back to me with the culture results, but I'm on the antibiotics in any case. For whatever reason, Strep always makes me feel worse than anything else. So, much sleeping is occurring hereabouts, and if I owe you a call or comment or hello, please know I'll get there eventually.

Oh, and one more on the good team. My dog. I love my dog. He keeps stretching out next to my bed at night and refusing to move, come hell or high water, until I'm awake in the morning. He doesn't go outside, he doesn't eat, nothing until I'm ready to be conscious.  Also, he's all quiet and lacking in rambunciousness while I'm sick. For a two-year-old Golden, that's not bad.

That's about it for now. Thanks for hanging in there with me through the crazy.

Comments

[eccentric_hat]

Get well soon, and I hope your dad's surgery goes well. And major congrats on the article stuff! Look how academically legitimate you are! I'm impressed. Congrats too, of course, on finishing both majors, and graduating, and all that good stuff. (My diploma doesn't seem to have any majors on it, does yours?) And good luck with everything, and do keep in touch.

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Thank you, on all counts. *g* I'm a little perkier today, meaning I've been officially vertical for more than two consecutive hours. Yay!

Congratulations, yourself, on the graduating and the summa-ing, not to mention the surviving of the actual ceremony. Given the commentary in the stands behind me, I'm still a little surprised there wasn't bloodshed. As to the diploma's contents: mine's buried in boxes, but I believe it has the honors designation in Bio listed, and nothing of the English. I'm thinking I'll email the registrar for specifics of just what should be on there. You'd think that would have been mentioned at some point.

Let me know how the publishing adventure works out, and most definitely don't be a stranger.

[the-moonmoth.livejournal.com]

Ah, the ole antibiotics, alas I know them well. My doctor, in his inifinite wisdom, does not know what's wrong with my head (we got as far as sinus-related and large, shiny probes) so I'm being pumped with the pills until my exams are over and they can give me a scan. Hurray! I hope you're feeling better soon. Lethargy sucks.

Also, congratulations! It must feel so good to be done. And first author, wow. Well done :)

Be thinking of you come monday, and in the days that follow. Look after yourself, hon. *big hugs*

[stillane.livejournal.com]

My doctor, in his infinite wisdom, does not know what's wrong with my head

Hee. That's a great line in and of itself.

Sorry to hear about your own first-hand knowledge of the ick. Hope it gets sorted soon, preferrably without any more large, shiny probes. Is your doctor by any chance short and green/grey? Does he have large, black eyes and a Jack O'Neill fixation?

Good luck with the exams, too. They stink, but at least the suffering is finite. *g*

Thanks for all your support. We're getting there a little at a time. *big hugs right back at you*

[feartheotter.livejournal.com]

Respective inarticulate thoughts:

1. Whooo!
2. Awww!

So much congrats and good vibes :)

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Hee. Articulation is only really important in skeletons. *g*

Thank you on all counts. One of these days I'll actually be conscious and capable of holding a conversation. Really. In the meantime, though: hi.

[ignipes.livejournal.com]

Congratulations!

Best of luck to your dad, and I hope you feel better soon.

[stillane.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Dad's getting geared up and I'm feeling more human, so things are looking up. *g*

[enname.livejournal.com]

I hope that the surgery is sucessful and his recovery is quick and as uncomplicated as it can be. Oh and do try to move beyond slightly dead into the land of 'mostly living'. Really, I know it is over rated, but it is good for you. I won't wag my finger and lecture about plenty of sleep and fluids, you probably already know this :P

Woohoo! First name. So very impressive and very much worth the stress. Well done and bravo to boot. In fact, just congratulations on the whole graduating and getting it done thing. Enjoy that feeling before the rest of the world starts being pesky with its demands I say. *mutters something rude about employment*

[stillane.livejournal.com]

About Dad: Thanks. We're keeping our fingers crossed, but we're hopeful.

About the sick: I think I've progressed to 'mostly living'. Mostly vertical, in any case. My doctor has given up on me, I think. She just sort of sighed and said, "For what it's worth, sleep, you fool." And then I realized that school is over, and I actually can. That was a good moment. *g*

About congratulation and such: Thank you, again. Also, all discussions of employment shall henceforth be held in rude mutterings. They are scary, and I am studiously ignoring the need for income. *g*

[enname.livejournal.com]

I tell you income is for the weak. Or like, those who have the ability to get it. *looks around* Also cardboard boxes really are the height of fashionable housing these days. You can do so much with them!

Rude mutterings and a lot of rude gestures. *g*

The realisation that sleep is a viable possibility comes slow doesn't it? I remember finishing the first time around (yes, I am stupid) and just killing myself from exhaustion by sleeping even less than normal until I realised that I needn't feel guilty for closing my eyes. Crazy idea.