I have no idea how this


turned into this

So apparently both my mother* and I fail at diagnosis.
I have a fractured scaphoid (itty bitty bone in the wrist near the thumb)!

So this itty bitty bone means that I have to wear a bloody great big cast on my arm for the next 8 weeks
*rolls eyes* Typical!
On the plus side, I've found a use for those nigh on useless strawberry arm warmers that I got ages ago. They make for excellent cast protectors.

The doctor sucked at diagnosis, too.
The X-ray came up totally clear, but the radiologist suggested the scaphoid. However I'm weird and it was hurting a bit too far down to be the scaphoid according to the doctor, because it was a problem with the distal end of the radius instead. A CT scan later, the nice radiologist man turned out to be correct. While I understand his enthusiasm for being right, he was a little too happy when I was told the results.

So if you see me in the next 8 weeks, you should totally sign my cast
Upon further consideration, people are free to draw on the cast, but writing is messy and looks ugly. Prettify my plaster instead!
The first thing that went on there was the Caldari logo because I'm not a geek AT ALL.

* The whole reason that I went to the doctor in the first place is that my mother was convinced I'd dislocated my Ulna. Turns out that I just have dementedly boney wrists :P

So, the good news is that my wrist isn't broken! Didn't go to the doctor, but when I woke up today I had more mobility back in my hand, and it's better now than it was this morning. I have 2 opposable (and usable, if barely) thumbs again! XD
I'm thinking that there is no way I'd get that level of recovery so fast with broken bones.

In other news, I was inspired by the stupidity of online job application forms to print off some CVs and do a resume drop in the city today for Christmas work.
I had two interviews! This is awesome!
It's so much better actually getting some positive feedback rather than applying on the internet with an idiotic automatic form that asks you for multitudes of irrelevant information, only to either hear nothing back or be rejected.
For the first time in several months I feel employable.

Huzzuh! *takes a sip of G&T*

Ok, so not such great news. Wrist is in a world of pain.
Going to see the doctor tomorrow.

:S

Oooh, it's muh birfday!
As I am a twenty-something, I deem it improper to declare how old I am.
So far today I've gotten tickets to see Aida, breakfast at the Pancake Parlor, air hockey fun, quite a large hicky, and my first ever bicycle accident ^^,

Totally my fault, and a n00b mistake at that, but it happened really, really quickly. We were cruising down Victoria Pde, about to turn into Smith St, and then whoopsidaisy! Arse over tit I went, due to slamming on the breaks a little too hard and being sent sailing over the handlebars. I was glad I was wearing granny panties sensible underwear because I was wearing a dress at the time.
The damage isn't too bad, considering. Cuts over my legs, a chipped next to front tooth and a dodgey wrist which I think is only sprained (bruising and swelling, but meh, I've had worse). The left side of my handle bars is considerably lower than the right side though, but the bike is in fine working order otherwise.

I've added a "misadventures" tag to my LJ as it seems I have quite a few of them :P

Also, declare it G & T time! XD

Also, Windows 7 kicks XPs backside. Whee!

In the past 2 days I've ridden 41km, swam for 1 hour and went to a 1 hour salsa class. This is all with a very low standard of fitness. w00t! Boot camp! Also, owww, my butt.

In bike news, I've been having problem with power recently, in the "I cannot go up this hill, how about I get off the bike and walk, damn it" way. Yesterday I worked out the reason for this. When I got my bike serviced, the guy oiled everything and may have left a screw slightly loose. Since then my seat has slowly sank down until it could go no further, and hence making the bike insanely hard to ride. I fixed it and now it is the correct height, that is to say, too high for comfort but OMG SPEED! So, I can only conclude that the guy in the bike shop lubricated the shaft a little too much. Ba doom tish!

Also, salsa class was fun. It was also free. Well, sort of. It cost me a meal in the city and two pairs of (admittedly cheap) shoes from Cotton On. Yay $15 ballet flats!
But yeh, I may even stay on for the intermediate lessons. We'll see.

♥ New haircut!
♥ Lemon ginger muffins. These came out really well.
♥ Japanese curry
♥ SUNSHINE! It was such a gorgeous weekend to work outside in.
♥ Using heavy duty cable ties to rebone a pretty op shop bodice. The reboning is done, I just need to secure it all and then sew it back up. The bodice in question is a pretty lace one in pink and rose, although it only survived being worn twice *sighs*
♥ My Life is Average - Today I found my Batman costume from second grade. Without thinking I put on the mask and cape. Then my mom yelled up the stairs for me to get the mail. Forgetting I still had the costume on I went outside for the mail. While outside I saw my hot neighbor looking out the window at me. Just as I about to walk into my house he came running out with his Robin mask on. I'm in love. MLIA.
♥ Hardwick Hall. I'll take two, thanks.

♥ Bess of Hardwick, biography by Mary S. Lovell
♥ Sky Thief t-shirt from Threadless

♥ OMGWTFBBQ - Barack Obama did everything, including destroying the Death Star!
♥ Pandelephants
♥ DIY ribbon bracelet/cuffs a la Richard Nicoll's 2010 Spring Collection. Really cute.
♥ My plants in my window sill garden are growing like weeds. Parsley, basil, lettuce, poppies, cherry tomato and chives.

The Salsa Foundation may be the answer to my dance filled dreams!
Free beginners salsa lessons in the CBD twice a week. I'm going on Wednesday (5.30) to check it out. Anyone wanna come with?

So I realised a little while ago that I didn't have a badass LJ icon.
I do now, courtesy of Bleach.
Mmm, oversized swords and gratuitous awesome. Mind you, I've only watch the first 70-odd of the 250 episodes so far. Anyway, the new icon in question is Renji, who manages to be totally adorkable and yet still be badass *shrugs* It works.

I have been thinking a lot recently about my involvement in the SCA. I've been AWOL for a while now, and haven't been in armor since the accident. To be honest, I'm not sure if I ever am going to again. Simply put, my headaches are still a worry. They come frequently enough these days, and I don't think that getting into armor and having my head hit full force by a wooden stick is exactly going to be a healthy thing for them.
Also, transporting the gear around is an utter bitch. I hate relying on other people, and if the alternates are public transport or just not, then sure, the latter is also the easiest. Especially if I lug all my gear down to training to have nobody interested in playing -_-"
I'm sure I can think of a million more excuses, but I'm not going to bother.
So, I really don't know. I enjoy the society and the events, when I can get to them, and I'm still very much doing the St. Barts singing because it involves two things that I enjoy doing in one.

This leaves me without a physical activity, other than bike riding. I'm thinking perhaps dancing, whether SCA or otherwise.
Any suggestions?
Elancé runs ballet classes specifically for adults, but I have a feeling that they charge a very elegant arm and a leg. Therein lies the problem. Another problem is that people seem to find the idea of me doing ballet comical. Thanks for the support, guys.

Today was one of the few days that I was glad that I am a MacDonald. There was a funeral, there were bagpipes and there was the Top Gun theme song. Given that Hazel (Nanna MacDonald) was cremated to Teddy Bear's Picnic, I think there is a very daggy trend going on -_-"
This was the death of someone in the family that I didn't really know that well, being the husband of my Dad's cousin. While I have fond memories of Graham, and an untimely death is never pleasant, it did feel weird to be at a funeral of a virtual stranger. My father is a bit of a black duck, so I grew up not knowing that side of the family. Most of the motivation of going today was to, you know, see some of those people that I have blood ties to. It was a touch overwhelming, because of the fact that my great Aunt Shirly and Uncle Don had 6 children*, so working out who was who and how I was related to them all was something of a complicated task. While it's odd to talk to an Aunt that you don't know, it's some thing else to be completely to be snobbed off by her sister.
*sighs* Have I mentioned lately that my family is nuts?
To sum up though, I'm glad I went. My family is still nuts, though.

That is all.
Bed time!

_{* Insert witty jokes about MacDonalds and clans here.}

Whee! Essay handed in 1 hour before the due time yesterday *dances* Also, provided that I get an acceptable enough mark to pass, I get a supplementary exam for semester 1's hydrogeology.
Things are looking up.
But yeh, I've pretty much caught up on sleep now, and am feeling tons better for having two less things to worry about. Now I can concentrate a bit more on looking for work. Yay!

In an allergic reaction to having spent the past week of all work and very little play, this afternoon I made myself a wallet! I always have trouble finding something that holds a fair amount of cards, has enough space for notes without crumpling them, has a place for putting coins AND isn't humongous.
I was originally considering making a paint chip wallet, but I preferred to used materials that I had immediately on hand. What I came up with was a duct tape wallet with a small fabric coin purse sewn onto the outside. Obviously there are some things I'm not particularly happy with, but given that I was making it all up as I was going, it came out pretty well. The first thing my Mum is going to say when she sees it is that the stitching is uneven -_-" However, the best thing is that when it dies I can just unpick the coin purse and attach it to a newer, better version!
Anyway, I like it. It's black and royal purple, and made of win ^^,

Re-posting Weep O Mine Eyes from celsa because it's uber pretty.


edited for Freudian slip, obv. Mmm, duct rape.

Ok, so inquiries into the rejected special consideration continues.

The head of Earth Science doesn't think I have a case because I'm dumb.
Advocacy believes I do have a case because it took so bloody long to get an answer (the answer I did get may even be the grounds of a disciplinary action), and also that it's not actually up to the offending lecturer's discretion to reject my case because that's the role of the Special Consideration committee (which they didn't).
The Science Student Center has no fucking clue as to what's going on. I'm hoping they just flounder in the right direction.

So far I've done everything informally, by emails and conversations. Wednesday of next week I launch a formal grievance complaint, unless things are resolved favourably before then.

Anyway, there is some "last subject ruling" that keeps being thrown around which if all fails, I still have up my sleeve.
Hopefully I won't need it :S

At the very least, this is an exercise in learning how bureaucracy works. I just wish my degree wasn't hanging in the balance.

So, 8 weeks into the semester I finally hear from my hydrogeology lecturer in response to the constant emails I've been sending him. I failed the subject by 3 points. All I want is a pass.

The response given was a total rejection, along with the words "I think I gave you enough special consideration already - how much more do you think you should receive?...I'm so sorry, but I have to reject your request for special consideration".
Sure, I had an extension for an essay but given that it was due 2 weeks after my injury when I was still getting chronic migranes but just...gah.
It was the Faculty of Science that granted me the special consid for the exam, which wasn't an easy one, and most of the class did poorly anyway (I failed it by 1%). I fail to see how he has any right to deny me.

Anyway, this was on Friday evening.
I've finally worked up the courage and sent a reply to the subject coordinator, emphasising the conditions of the incident.
All I want is a fucking pass.
*curls up*

[edit] Oh! Headache update. Yeh, it was muscle stress. Being poked at seems to have done the trick for the most part. Hurruh!

There are unfortunately some lingering effects of the accident that occured earlier this year. One of which is a a much higher liklihood of headaches.
Sure, everyone gets them at some point. Stress, eye strain, muscle strain, tooth impactions, dehydration etc. However, pre accident it was rare that any of that triggered a headache, and then only a mild one.

Hence the reason that when I got a rather bad headache on the Sunday night of Fathers Day, it was worrying.
Worse is that it hasn't really gone away since then.
Sure, it's come and gone, and varied in intensity from just a pressure to being all stabby and grr. There have also been some other things like nearly throwing up a couple of times, being even more uncoordinated than usual, and omg lethargy which is just...odd.
The thing is I don't know why this is started, or what I can do to get rid of it. I have a feeling that it's probably from muscle tension, but that's not exactly a new thing so why now?

Anyway, I have a doctors appointment booked for later on in the week.
Until then I think I'll go and have a lie down -_-"

Whoever said that money doesn't buy happiness was wrong.
I think I explained it best when I described myself as a diabetic kid being in a candy store, and being told they can't have anything. Anyway, now Centrelink has come through - OMG! I CAN BUY STUFF - LIKE CANDY!
I really need to tell myself that I shouldn't buy everything I see now but hey, I figure practical stuff I can get away with. Things like runners, jeans, a hoody, underwear, fake Baileys, movie tickets, yum cha...oh dear. I really need to pay back some of my debt ASAP though, so I'm trying not to get too carried away, honest.
Still, it's nice having some breathing space and be able to get things that are needed and have been needed for a while now.

• 19:03 is sleepy and has to be up uber early tomorrow. Goodbye Saturday night plans! #

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So it is that I meet tomorrow with no small amount of trepidation.
It seems that Dad is off his medication for bipolar disorder, hence the dramallamaness of the recent few days. Once again I am on speaking terms with Lyn, despite the hostility I've been the brunt of. Do not want. Seriously.

Despite what I said in my last post, I'm not sure if the divorce is going to happen. Hopefully things will settle down a bit and all this worry for naught.
All I know is, I'm going to be spending quite a few hours with a stranger tomorrow. When he's like this he's not my father. I don't know how it's going to go, and to be honest I'm a little scared. Sure, I'm a big girl and can take care of myself - if everything goes bad I can just hop on the train and leave. Hopefully it doesn't come to that.

ANYWAY.
I have received payments from Centrelink! *throws confetti*
So exciting!
So far I've bought booze and new underwear XD

So it's not all bad :P

From my step mother: "I'm glad you're happy, because you've wrecked my marriage and you've wrecked a lot of things. Goodbye"

Oh the joys of being a scapegoat -_-"

It's bad enough going through one parental divorce as a child and thinking that you're to blame. It's quite another to go through yet another parental divorce and to literally be blamed for it.
Ugh.

• 15:06 Has jeans with only three holes in them! XD #
• 15:09 @doktorbedlam Pfft, you never have pants. #
• 20:38 *wibbles* I'm having cold feet about Perth. Ruh roh. #
• 21:45 @ForsakenDAemon That's where all the geology jobs are, apparently. #
• 21:52 @ForsakenDAemon Don't know yet. It's on the cards-scared shitless though. Don't want to leave Melbourne and everybody I care about behind. #

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Well, I was going with the whole "the greatest gift that you can give is your presence" tact this year for Father's Day.
I haven't really had free weekends lately because of random shit going on, but I had nothing planned for this weekend. I was suppose to be on call for work, but it's Wednesday and I haven't been contacted yet, so I'm going to take that as them not needing me.
So I rung Dad tonight and asked if I could come out to the middle of nowhere to spend some time with him. Didn't really get the response that I was looking for :S
Anyway, a three way domestic argument with his wife and many excuses later (forthcoming OMGWTFNINJA spinal surgery, a cracked pelvis on the dog etc etc., none of which I was told about beforehand mind you), as well as divorce threats and the usual hostility - finally arranged to just meet up for lunch on Sunday.

Ugh -_-"
Crazy, crazy, crazy.
It's almost as bad being in the middle of domestic yelling match as it is being yelled at directly. Except more tricky, as one has to not to take sides and offend everyone, all at once.
I hadn't thought things were so bad up at camp Paternal Unit, but apparently they are. I think he's going on a high again. Yeee :S

I'm tempted to say that I can't get anything right at the moment, but I've now passed 2 of my 3 semester 1 subjects now (2 more assessment pieces to go!).
Also, Centrelink may even be yielding this latest fight. YAY! I may have money in my account by Friday! XD XD After bills, I have a very long list of things that I need to buy once I get mulah. Every pair of jean I own have huge holes, I have no runners, no mp3 player, no camera, I'm running out of Orange Ripple tea, also I need new underwear and socks *sighs* Hopefully I can go out and get a decent bottle or six pack of booze to celebrate with by Friday.

Also, I have cupcakes! Top THAT, naysayers!

tl;dr version
- Parents should learn to get along with their partners, and leave me out of their fights
- Being with Dad on Fathers Day :)
+ Passing subjects!
++ Boys being awesome
- Except for when they're not
+ Centrelink is so, so close to paying me
+ Evil Genius
+ Felicia Day as a slutty fairy, and singing about it
++ Cupcakes!
+ being productive