Misery and brokeness

Last week was pure crap. Endometriosis pain. Had to try to study for an exam. I went for a run with the help of painkillers. On Friday I started having joint pain, which I don't know now if it's due to premenopause or just my family's strong rheumatism genes. Yeah, it could also just be due to endometriosis.

 

 

It was another tough weekend. The World Cup in Lahti, and the World Indoor Athletics Championships in some place far away. My neck can't handle that kind of watching. There were some strange long relays in athletics, or should I say strange countries involved. No Belgium or Holland in either, neither in the men's nor the women's.

And then this Monday there was an exam. I thought I was ready to give up on my studies if I couldn't pass that mandatory course exam. I barely passed the first part of that course. But I got almost perfect points in that second part. I can't understand it.

Somehow I managed to force myself to finish another short story last week. On Friday I got 2 new short story ideas, and on Sunday a third. But I knew which short story I wanted to finish next, this week. And that one was already done today. What's next? When will that vacation or a break or the feeling of finishing something come? I can't be happy about finishing a short story when there are a million more in line, and I haven't made any progress on the novels.

 

 

This week went better in terms of pain. I was already thinking that I was feeling okay, and even my favorite streamer streamed on Tuesday after a long time. But on Tuesday night, I got a stomachache. I can never understand how a stray fart can cause such severe pain.

And then today, Wednesday, my computer broke down, meaning I can't trust anything anymore. First the mouse wouldn't move, and then the screen went crazy. My spouse immediately diagnosed that the graphics card had crashed, and replacing the graphics card helped. If I didn't have someone who knows about computers at home, I would be screwed. I would have to take my computer to somewhere to be repaired. So how? By taxi? Is there a computer repair service that does house calls? But I wouldn't even be able to find information about repair services without a working computer. And the repairmen would have full access to all the files on the computer, oh the horror. Do I have to start spring cleaning the computer? One option would be to learn how to repair a computer myself, but that's not gonna happen. It's terrible that my whole life is on a computer. For example, all my login information and passwords. Without this particular computer, I wouldn't be able to log in anywhere anymore.

My mouse has been acting up for a long time. Whenever I try to paint text, it only paints after several attempts. And when I try to paste text at the cursor position, far too often the text goes somewhere other than the cursor position. Both in the word processing program and here on Blogger. And it's not even a very old mouse.

 

 

And my eyes just can't take this life. What can I do for them? I guess I should use some moisturizing drops, but no can do because they're not free either. It's been 25 years since my last eye exam. But the FSHS doesn't have an ophthalmologist or anything else where I could get help for overworked eyes. Of course, it doesn't help that I also have rosacea in my eyes. Living the life with multiple conditions.

I'm looking forward to the culmination of the ski jumping season this weekend in Planica. But I'm not looking forward to the competitions being too early. Why do they have to start at 10:30 am?

There's something bad coming next week, we'll see what the verdict is. But the GTA Marathon also starts at the end of next week, yippee?