Stephellany Update: The Good, the Bad, the Terrible, the Fucking Lame, and the Motherfucking Awesome (A Post of Random Catching-Up Pigshit)

Good Evening dearest Peopleaneous. Let me start with the most important point to be made in this post: Pigshit. Yes, that’s right. Pigshit. I’ve recently replaced “bullshit” with “pigshit.” I find it good and pleasing and shall henceforth deem bullshit pigshit. Until I replace it with doveshit (isn’t that like the ultimate dichotomy? OH MY GOSH THAT WOULD BE A PEACE OF SHIT! GET IT? GET IT?) or dungbeetleballs. Ooooo. DungBeetleBalls! New word! New word!

Okay dudes. This post is going to be the epitome of “stephellaneous,” a veritable smorgasbord (damn it’s been too long since I used that word) of random updates. I know I have been MIA for 14 years, 3 months, 2 days, 11 hours and 28 seconds. And I also know I have 18 billion comments to reply to. I haven’t forgotten y’all or this space. It’s just. Well. Let’s take this Stephanie Style, shall we? (No, that’s not a new sexual position. Although…aaaaand she’s off!)

TOP UNKNOWN NUMBER OF REASONS THAT I’VE BEEN MISSING IN ACTION. OR MISSING IN INACTION. OR SOMETHING. I’LL LEAVE THAT TO YOU,PEOPLEANEOUS. FUCKIN’ HELL, WHAT IS MY PROBLEM WITH HEADINGS. BETTER YET, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH HEADERS? LONG HEADINGS ARE MY JAM, MAN. OR MEN, WOMEN AND KAITLYN. SHUT UP, YOU KNOW I’M NOT PC. SO KISS IT. PEACE OUT, HEADER.

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Number 1: Ha. You think I’m gonna use a normal numbering system. That’s cute. Anyway. As I mentioned in some weird, typo-laden pone-post, I can no longer post from work. They’ve done some security update that renders WP’s security certificate obsolete. Whatever hardcore security they have does not apply to my laptop. But I do my writing at work, when I’m slow (which is often). By the time I get home after work and tutoring, I don’t have much time to write after food, chores, packing, applications, conversing, etc. Wait, ohmygosh, those were spoiler alerts. Fuck me, man. (Seriously.) So. Number 1 could be condensed as such: Because my work computers suck dungbeetleballs.

Numéro deux: Doesn’t the Bible say something about there not being another flood of biblical magnitude? That book lied. I got lucky, not even gonna pretend I didn’t. Most of the houses in my neighborhood flooded. Well, at least half. The water came within roughly an inch of coming into the house. But it didn’t, since my house is far enough off of the ground. The car flooded up well over the seats. But mold and stinkies pale in comparison to the people who were stranded for days. It pales in comparison to the lives lost. It pales in comparison to the hundreds of people now displaced and homeless. So. Yeah that’s kinda put a damper on trying to blog.

Idadi ya Tatu: My health is being a fucking dick. (As an aside, why is it okay for us to use “dick” as a curseword, but we balk at using “pussy” as such? At least I do. Whatever.) Seriously. Y’all know I broke my left foot last summer, and the cause of the pain (the two breaks) weren’t discovered until the MRI in January. I was only supposed to wear the frankenboot for three weeks. But that bitch still hurt like a motherfucker, so I kept wearing it. And wearing it. And wearing it. And then my right foot started hurting. I mean, big time. I did some digging, and it turns out I wore it far too long. Apparently, it’s common to sustain injuries on the opposite side if one wears frankenboot for too long. (I also think the damn thing was too big for me to begin with.) I can’t prove my right foot is broken yet. But I seem my rheumatologist Friday. Something tells me he’s going to order another MRI as the right foot is now bruised and swollen and incredibly painful. This in addition to daily headaches returning in spite of following some awesome advice (thanks Ms. Fever!). And my tiny little finger/toe bones hurting. And the massive chest pain that started as soon as my Lamictal was updosed. I see that bitch on April 2. I’m going to request that I be incremented down and then off of EVERYTHING except the drug that helps me sleep. And then I’m going to start the long hunt for someone who knows what they’re doing. (Trust me, this is the right move. She most recently tried to prescribe an anti-psychotic that was only just approved in fucking October. Also. PSYCHOSIS. WHAT? And she also diagnosed me as in the throes of a full-blown panic attack………….because my leg was bouncing and I was restless. Yeah. Can we say Quack Attack?) Enough of that bullshit. Next!

A bit angry – posting it for one reason: the line, “What the fuck is wrong with me?!”

Nommer Vier:Uhm. What’s next? Ah. Job hunting for the Greater Seattle Area. I started out on my own, but I felt incredibly overwhelmed (anxiety for the win!). So I reached out to multiple recruiters up there. The first one was an utter quack. Fo’ real yo. So I moved on. The next one to contact me was super eager, so I’ve been working with her. She’s covering the southern part of the Greater Seattle Area and has now put me in touch with another recruiter to cover the northern part. We were going to have a team of three, but she thinks we’ll be good. So far, we have about a dozen applications outstanding. All are still open and haven’t hit their deadlines yet. So between the three of us, hopefully I’ll at least start landing interviews soon. Been tweaking my resume, cover letters and prepping for interview questions in the meantime. Also. That woman has me applying to stuff at twice the salary range I thought I could land. She told me I was way underselling myself. So yay. But that’s yet another reason I’ve been busy and MIA.

Номер пять:I’ve had to put off listing the house. First, I’m having trouble with some repairs that need to be done. The ex was supposed to do them (as his name is still on the deed, even though I pay all bills). But he’s stalling. Big time. But with all the flooding, even the most basic repairmen are price gouging. I’m doing what I can on my own, but there are things I’m just not able to do. Also. Speaking of the flood yet again, the houses in my neighborhood that did flood still have all of the detritus of their lives lining the roads: furniture, walls, carpet, did I mention walls?, keepsakes, etc. So it would not behoove me to shove a for-sale sign in the front yard until the city takes care of the debris. But once it does, at least I’ll have the advantage of saying this house didn’t flood.

Numero kuusi: (That one sounds so sexual. Is it just me? It’s just me. My bad.) Met an online friend that I’ve known for a decade. He says six years. Whatever. It was our first time meeting up in person, so that was pretty fucking awesome. I’ve never done anything like that, so I can’t say enough how superfuckingawesome it was. (I know you’re reading this. So. I’ll just say: Hi!) Also, he’s gonna do a guest post for me soon. Kickass writer, so y’all will dig it. Trust.

Rhif Saith: I’ve been playing around with fiction, which doesn’t really come easily to me. I’ve been told it’s because I haven’t freed myself to do it. My self-perception hinders my progress. Or clouds my view of what I’m capable of or what I’ve already done. But I’ve been playing around. Even wrote something for a friend the other day at his prompting. Perhaps I’ll throw it up here after some tweaking. We shall see.

Númer Átta: I have a trip in April that I’ve been planning, slowly but surely. Mid-April, I’m heading up to Seattle for a visit. No interviews yet, just gonna have a look around. And a lot of you know the main reason I’m going for a visit. So that’s been overwhelming for me and has taken my head out of the blogging game for a bit. I already have tickets and hotel room booked. Got a little carry-on travel bag – that’s gonna be a serious challenge for a woman. Fuck worrying about stereotypes; it’s fucking true. How am I gonna pack three pairs of shoes, more clothes than I’ll wear in six days, a book or four, my 18,000 meds, ahhhhhh. Yeah, that’s gonna be a huge challenge. But I want that bitch to be a carry-on. Fuck paying to check a bag. Plus wheels get broken and shit. Fuck that noise.

Nummer neun: Perhaps the most important of all, I’ve been trying to figure out who the fuck I am. What makes me tick. What I want. Where I’m headed. How I matter. What my purpose is. Why I’m here. What my future looks like. City life is NOT what I want. I hope to live as cheaply as possible and bank mad savings so I can live a peripatetic life in the forests, woods, beaches, cultures of the world, and a cozy little shack to return to now and then to recharge my batteries. But the shit I wanna do takes money. The experiences I wanna have takes money. Fucking money. I fucking hate money. I hate the constructs of this false existence. I don’t want to exist. I want to live. I want reality. The real reality. And the bitch of it is, the fact that I see things for what they are is a huge source of my anxiety and depression. Cool how that works, huh?

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This applies to my soul, my dreams, my desires, my all. Give me a peripatetic lifestyle and a soul-lover to share it with, and I’ll be content.
Số Mười: I’ve been in another depressive phase, basically since I wrote that post about having a major panic attack and spiraling downward. So I have zero faith in the current med cocktail I’m on. I’m not saying I’m averse to trying something else. But this shit is not working. Not kidding. I’m damn near back to where I was before I started this mental health journey. I wish I had the blinders on that so many others seem to. In the meantime, I’ll just keep trudging along. Treading water is surely better than drowning in it, yes? Most days that’s what I tell myself.
Disclaimer: I don’t have time to edit this right now. Forgive egregious errors. Meds kicked in, and I’m out. Also, the douchenozzle that is WordPress is fucking with my spacing between words and lines. Looks fine in my editor. Fucked to hell and back on the actual site. Fuck it. I’m out! Night my friends!
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33 thoughts on “Stephellany Update: The Good, the Bad, the Terrible, the Fucking Lame, and the Motherfucking Awesome (A Post of Random Catching-Up Pigshit)

  1. Well that’s a lot to take in. I didn’t know half the languages of your numerators. Is that the right word? I don’t care. It’s 11 and I’m sleepy or tipsy or somethin. Stephellany update sounds mostly bad, but then bad pigshit makes us change and that’s ultimately good. Progress and whatnot. But not the foot. I can’t predict a pleasant outcome from the foot thing. Do share if it comes to a silver lining. I think your pill pusher might be gettin some serious kickbacks from big pharma. That’s a lil scary for me. Perhaps you should only pack one pair of shoes. Pretend you’re a man. Pretend you don’t even care about clothes. Sometimes I do this. If I do my make-up really well, I think it confuses people, like, ‘hey, i know she looks like she dug her way here and hasn’t washed her hair this week, but she’s kinda pretty anyway, right?’ Just brush your teeth and speak well. Men do it all the time, amirite? Besides, if you’re bein all peripatetic, you don’t have time for complimentary accessories and variations in heel height. Think of it like practice.
    Best wishes.

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  2. Okay, you can totally get it in a carry-on. I’m a genius at packing. Weekend trips are packed in a backpack; a carry-on is for five days or more. You got this!

    Clue One: Nobody dresses up in Seattle. Leave your dress-up stuff at home. Seriously, we wear jeans to the opera. High heels? Fuck that noise.

    Clue the Second: You have a hotel. Odds are, the hotel has a washer and dryer. Pack layer-ables and plan to wash your stuff, then re-distribute the clean layers into different looks. Easy, peasy.

    As for all the stressy schtuff… Bleargh. But you know what? Every cloud has a silver lining, and every flood has a dry spot. Christen the Steph-abode “Noah” and watch the manimals come two by two to buy it once the clean-up crew is through. 🙂

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  3. Yay to using (and explaining) the word peripatetic – it’s my new job title and I feel I should print out your picture so I don’t have to explain for the umpteenth time what it means! Glad to hear you’re okay, even though you’ve had some rough / busy / annoying things to deal with – you do right to take some time out. Oh, and roll everything in your luggage – you get far more in that way! 🙂

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  4. Really glad your changing docs coz shes fucking fruity for prescribing you that many to begin with. Just start again with that, get your head right and then see where you feel like going. Can’t think or wonder when your brains in a fog.

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  5. Awww, we missed you. Happy to know that you’re working with recruiters to get some stuff lined up for Seattle. I’m so sorry about the flood, but yes that is a selling tool. Speaking of tools, your ex needs to stop being one and get over their and fix some stuff.

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  6. So wait, we can’t write “pussy” here? What are you guys, a bunch of pussies? 🙂

    Glad your house is dry – well, despite the dampness brought about by empty liquor bottles, your ex’s plasma, and shame – and I hope you’re feeling better quickly. I can actually stop by and feel you for myself, if that’s your thing. (I’m not a doctor, but I played one growing up.)

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    1. I’m replying to this one first.
      And the reason you won?
      You referenced pussy, dampness and feeling me all in the same comment and all unconnected.
      Though I suspect that was intentional.

      Fucking fuck I hate texting comments on my phone.

      My phone is being a dick. A droopy one.

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  7. Hopefully the weather will be nice by the time you get up here. This weekend we went to Boise and on the way home, just east of us, the Snoqualmie pass, had a winter storm that we barely made through. Hopefully you will get our nice weather and won’t hate coming here.

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  8. You have the gift of turning misery into damn fine copy which should cheer you up but not so much that the writing stops coming, please. That was meant to be a compliment, but came out odd … love the feisty attitude, anyway!

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  9. I feel like some of your other friends – a little overwhelmed with so much information and not sure what to say. Let me muse on your post overnight and in the meantime I hope you are at least sleeping well. K x

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    1. Hi Steph. I was thinking about your post and thought that perhaps you are trying to achieve too much in a short space of time. Everything that you want to do is stressful for the average person but it can exacerbate an existing illness such as yours and mine. If I was in the same position as you, I would focus on one thing at a time. I would get the house repaired and sold first, then move into temporary accommodation until a job offer comes through from the PNW. Unless I had significant savings I wouldn’t leave my current job until a new contract is offered. It is very common these days for companies not to allow you to use their computer for personal stuff so I bring a notepad to work. A month or so ago you mentioned on your blog that you were never going to go off your medication again (or words to that effect). Recently, I have had a very dark spell with my illness and although I didn’t want to, the medication was increased not once but twice. Finally, I seem to be feeling better and I am trying to keep stress levels low despite starting a new job this weekend. I don’t know if your psychiatrist is good or bad but I do know that it takes more than a few months to get a handle on which drugs work best for each person. I have been seeing the same psychiatrist for a decade and we have had some blips along the way with drugs and diagnoses. It’s an inexact science. A change can be as good as a rest but it will just be different, not perfect. We carry our baggage from place to place. I wish you all the best in every endeavor and send you hugs. K x

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  10. I am SO happy to see you here!!!! (Yes, the fact that you’ve finally posted something after such a long time has EVERYTHING to do with me. Not that I’m egocentric or anything.) Je pense souvent à toi!

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  11. Oh so glad to see you back my friend, I found new nuts at trader joes, coconut cashews….talk about yummy….no need for a sack, they don’t last long enough….ah, yes and dung beetleballs….love that too…..welcome back smiles,hugs and nuts😊

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  12. I’m really really truly sorry I read this so late. I don’t know how I missed it in my feed. Anyways. I hope you were able to take care of the repairs on the house and that the neighborhood doesn’t look like a junkyard anymore. It must really suck having to do all this activity while on a shitty med cocktail and trying to find out who you are and what you want. Let us know ASAP how you’re doing. You’re in my thoughts Steph.

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