End of Week Post
June 25th, 2004 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skrobertsFinally heard from my doctor... The flutters are because of something called PVCs -- Premature Ventricular Contractions -- which means that the bottom part of my heart is acting too early when it contracts or squeezes to pump the blood. It's not synchronized to the rest of what the heart is doing, so it causes inefficient blood flow. The racing is sinus tachycardia. My heart speeds up for no apparent reason, but apparently, it's normal in some people. They didn't mention anything about my irregular heartbeat, but that could just be the way my heart is.
So what's causing this? They don't know. But they tell me to lay off the caffeine... which is a useless suggestion because I don't intake that much caffeine, for cryin' out loud, which I've told them already. However, it could be because of one of the allergy medications I take, which apparently has a lot of caffeine in it. Also, there's a good chance that it's caused or at least aided by stress and worry. Since I'm really not playing around when I say I'm OCD -- which is an anxiety disorder -- there isn't much chance of fixing that because, heck, half the time I can't even tell when I'm stressed/worried. ::sigh::
So what can I do make this stop? Nothing. As far as the caffeine, my only option would to be to stop my allergy meds. And since I rather like BREATHING, that's not going to happen. For the stress/worry, hello, I'm a college student! Chilling out is not likely to happen. I'll just have to deal with the heart things. But I'm certainly going to keep an eye on them. If they get worse, I'm bugging my doctor again to find a way to make it stop!
Yet another drabble series. What else was I supposed to do with two words?! Convention is in Part 2. Callipygian is in Part 3. All parts 100 words each. (I rule.)
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Title: Effigy
Prompt: "convention" & "callipygian"
Oyi.
What the hell happened?
I can't remember.
All I know is whatever it was, it hurt.
My whole body aches...
Head... Chest... Back... Knees... Legs... Arms...
Wait.
Make that arm...
I can't feel my left arm.
That can't be good.
And I can't see.
Is everything just really dark?
God, I hope so.
I don't hear anything, either -- except for my ragged breathing.
At least my hearing works.
But still, I don't know what happened to me.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where my team is.
So, what do I know?
This really sucks.
Oyi...
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Been lying here for who knows how long.
But I'm beginning to remember...
SG-1 came to a planet.
Met the people.
Daniel insisted on learning more about the local conventions.
Teal'c and I looked around.
I remember a castle-like structure.
Big rooms, lots of stone statues.
I remember a particularly busty female figure.
A loud noise.
The room shook.
My world tilted sideways.
Must have hit my head, because that's where everything ends.
I don't understand.
Teal'c was with me.
Is he hurt?
Why hasn't he helped me?
What caused the room to crumple?
Why does thinking hurt so much?
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Everything is still dark, but I can see shapes.
Now, I can even see why I can't feel my arm.
That statue I was admiring is on top of me.
How am I going to explain this to ol' Doc Frasier?
"What, ah, those bones? Oh, they were crushed by the callipygian curves of a piece of rock."
I bet I'd get a look out of her if I actually said it in those words.
Oyi, I'm babbling.
I think I'm not doing so well here.
I really shouldn't sleep with a head injury and all.
But I'm so tired.
=====
Whoa, different surroundings.
The Infirmary.
"Jack, you're awake!"
Oh, look. My entourage is here.
"Wha happened?"
"The Goa'uld attacked. The building you were in took a direct hit."
"Ah. So that's how I became a human pancake..."
"I tried to awaken you after you were injured, O'Neill, but I could not. I thought it best to leave and gather assistance."
"But you're okay?"
"I am."
"We got the locals to safety, sir, but the attack continued. Sorry it took so long to get to you."
"But everyone's okay?"
"We're fine, sir."
"Good."
Questions quelled.
Now I can finally sleep easy.
Author's Note: convention -- a practice widely observed in a group, especially to facilitate social interaction; a custom ... callipygian -- having beautifully proportioned buttocks
So what's causing this? They don't know. But they tell me to lay off the caffeine... which is a useless suggestion because I don't intake that much caffeine, for cryin' out loud, which I've told them already. However, it could be because of one of the allergy medications I take, which apparently has a lot of caffeine in it. Also, there's a good chance that it's caused or at least aided by stress and worry. Since I'm really not playing around when I say I'm OCD -- which is an anxiety disorder -- there isn't much chance of fixing that because, heck, half the time I can't even tell when I'm stressed/worried. ::sigh::
So what can I do make this stop? Nothing. As far as the caffeine, my only option would to be to stop my allergy meds. And since I rather like BREATHING, that's not going to happen. For the stress/worry, hello, I'm a college student! Chilling out is not likely to happen. I'll just have to deal with the heart things. But I'm certainly going to keep an eye on them. If they get worse, I'm bugging my doctor again to find a way to make it stop!
Yet another drabble series. What else was I supposed to do with two words?! Convention is in Part 2. Callipygian is in Part 3. All parts 100 words each. (I rule.)
=====
Title: Effigy
Prompt: "convention" & "callipygian"
Oyi.
What the hell happened?
I can't remember.
All I know is whatever it was, it hurt.
My whole body aches...
Head... Chest... Back... Knees... Legs... Arms...
Wait.
Make that arm...
I can't feel my left arm.
That can't be good.
And I can't see.
Is everything just really dark?
God, I hope so.
I don't hear anything, either -- except for my ragged breathing.
At least my hearing works.
But still, I don't know what happened to me.
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where my team is.
So, what do I know?
This really sucks.
Oyi...
=====
Been lying here for who knows how long.
But I'm beginning to remember...
SG-1 came to a planet.
Met the people.
Daniel insisted on learning more about the local conventions.
Teal'c and I looked around.
I remember a castle-like structure.
Big rooms, lots of stone statues.
I remember a particularly busty female figure.
A loud noise.
The room shook.
My world tilted sideways.
Must have hit my head, because that's where everything ends.
I don't understand.
Teal'c was with me.
Is he hurt?
Why hasn't he helped me?
What caused the room to crumple?
Why does thinking hurt so much?
=====
Everything is still dark, but I can see shapes.
Now, I can even see why I can't feel my arm.
That statue I was admiring is on top of me.
How am I going to explain this to ol' Doc Frasier?
"What, ah, those bones? Oh, they were crushed by the callipygian curves of a piece of rock."
I bet I'd get a look out of her if I actually said it in those words.
Oyi, I'm babbling.
I think I'm not doing so well here.
I really shouldn't sleep with a head injury and all.
But I'm so tired.
=====
Whoa, different surroundings.
The Infirmary.
"Jack, you're awake!"
Oh, look. My entourage is here.
"Wha happened?"
"The Goa'uld attacked. The building you were in took a direct hit."
"Ah. So that's how I became a human pancake..."
"I tried to awaken you after you were injured, O'Neill, but I could not. I thought it best to leave and gather assistance."
"But you're okay?"
"I am."
"We got the locals to safety, sir, but the attack continued. Sorry it took so long to get to you."
"But everyone's okay?"
"We're fine, sir."
"Good."
Questions quelled.
Now I can finally sleep easy.
Author's Note: convention -- a practice widely observed in a group, especially to facilitate social interaction; a custom ... callipygian -- having beautifully proportioned buttocks
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Date: June 28th, 2004 05:03 am (UTC)And I think they added the extra "L" because that makes the "i" shorter, doesn't it. So it makes the pronunciation for strangers easier.