Feb. 3rd, 2010

usullusa: Matt from Deathnote (Default)
At 6am this morning the fire alarm in my building went off. Now, I live in a dorm. Fire drills happen. But the rule is that if the alarm goes off at night it's not a drill. So I leap for my clothes, grab my keys and wallet, and run out the door. It smells like smoke in the hallway. At this point I am actually worried as I clatter down thirteen flights of stairs. And stand in the cold. For an hour. While it snows on me. (I have never sworn for an hour straight up until tonight. I think I invented some new words.)
I guess it was nothing because despite the four fucking fire trucks that showed up, the firemen less rushed out of them so much as they leisurely strolled. I don't really know how I should feel about this.

The fire was on my floor, which was why I smelled smoke when I left my apartment. I am quite certain that some idiot burnt their morning omelet and this is why several hundred people got woken up in the middle of the night.

Funny story, this is the second time the fire alarm has legitimately gone off this week. The first was when a dryer went up in flames. Lately, there's been a lot of fire related incidents in my life. At least nobody ended up in the hospital.

On that note, my grandparents are doing better. My grandfather is probably getting discharged from the rehab center in the next week or so. My grandmother is... well, we're not worried about whether or not she'll make it anymore, but the accident has left some permanent damage on her mentally. She's, ah, not all there anymore. Hopefully she'll improve as she heals...
usullusa: Matt from Deathnote (Default)
This academic year has been a really good year for my stomach. I'm lactose intolerant and have something called IBS (Irritable Bowl Syndrome), which actually just means they have no idea what I have but they really wish I would stop coming to the office and bothering them so here, have a bs diagnosis. But anyway. I have something. Which makes my stomach hate me. I've wondered if it was one of those ninja cases of Celiac Disease where the symptoms are subtle, but I don't think that is it. My stomach is just... sensitive. If I eat something that I ate the day before and was fine, I might end up curled up in pain. If it's that-time-of-month-of-which-we-shall-not-speak I stop being able to process food. If I'm stressed, you can bet I will end up in enough pain that things like breathing are agony. I have prescription painkillers and digestive supplements and probiotics and herbal god-knows-what and all to little effect.

But surprisingly a big lifestyle change has made things a lot better. When I started my second year of college I didn't sign up for a meal plan. Nor do I have enough money to eat out, so I have to cook for myself every single day. I don't really like to half-ass things so I tend to cook a proper dinner every night. And since I do my own groceries now I'm really aware of what I'm putting into my body. I'm not one of those people that checks the ingredients for trans fats, but I don't buy junk food or frozen meals and if I have a choice I'll pick the healthier option. Surprisingly (or maybe not surprisingly) it's done wonders for my stomach. That wasn't my goal. I was just trying to get food that tasted good and avoid putting bad things into my body if it was as easy as reaching for a different shelf. I used to be in pain almost every day. Now I can go weeks without hurting or feeling ill. It's actually baffling not having pain as a constant background. But it's nice. I'm enjoying it. I have no idea what it is that was making me so sick all the time. I suppose it's some ingredient in processed food that I'm managing to avoid by sheer accident. Or maybe my diet is more balanced, though I still don't eat nearly enough vegetables. I'm certainly not stressed any less. I may actually be more stressed. But it seems to be okay. It would be nice to figure it out, but for now I'm happy to be mostly pain-free.

Ironically, as soon as I had the idea for this entry a week ago, I was stricken with a stomach ache that lasted four days.

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