elwinfortuna: (goodbye cruel world)
So, it's been a little while since I posted here, and there's multiple reasons for that, but they mostly come back to February and March are difficult months for me due to SAD. One thing that happened was that I sliced my finger open quite deeply with a kitchen knife while cutting up carrots. It's all healed up now but it effectively stopped me from using a keyboard for a good couple of weeks. Also, I had Covid, round 2, this time it's personal. It was pretty mild, and two weeks later, I'm more or less recovered.

In the midst of all that, some coursework was due, and because of see above re finger, Covid, and SAD, it did not go well for me. It was not good, and I knew it was not good, but that doesn't mean I wasn't disappointed when I got the marked assignment back.

Anyway, I have one more essay to do before I finish this module, so hopefully I can go out on a somewhat better showing. This course so far has been difficult in ways I wasn't expecting as well as ways I was. My brain feels like it's not nearly as sharp as it was when I was twenty and easily juggling seven classes, a retail job, and a burgeoning fanfic career. Now just one class kind of wrecks me.

Something else that's really bothering me is that I appear to completely lack inspiration with regard to writing anything right now. The well is dry, the music is silent, and despite having both time and energy, I was unable to force even a single word of any type of creative work out of myself. This is scaring me a little; I often lack time, I often lack energy, but rarely do I lack inspiration.

So I'll probably be doing something else to fulfil my creative needs for the moment. I really want to pull out my jewellery supplies, for the first time since 2020, and make some necklaces or something. We'll see how it goes.
elwinfortuna: (adipose hello)
A lot of what I've been feeling, mentally and physically, in the last couple of years, is "stuck," just surrounded by too much, both in my head, and in my house, to really be able to move forward properly. In a physical sense, it's the aftereffects of having to deal with everything of my mother-in-law's, which has been an impossibly slow process, hampered by health issues and Covid worries.

Two days ago, I got a load of things removed from the house, including my mother-in-law's bed. Lot of emotions around that, but ultimately I'm glad to be free of it and able to move forward. I'm actively working on clearing things up, getting things donated to charity, selling what I can, and just plain allowing myself to throw stuff out. I sometimes struggle with getting rid of things that could be useful but if it's sitting in a box or a drawer not being used ever, then it's not very useful, is it?

There's a lot more to do, but this feels like the start of really being able to get things looking like how I want them to look, have my house the way I would like it to be. My ultimate reward is getting my own office space, as we don't need a spare bedroom anymore. (I'm planning on putting in a sofa that converts into a bed, in case we have guests, but that will likely be a very rare thing.) I have a huge collection of various kinds of merch (mostly Word of Honor/Junzhe themed) that I'm planning to plaster my walls in, and really make it the sort of space I will enjoy and can relax and work in. I'm going to mount my computer monitors on the wall, and have space for doing crafts. I'll have a couple of good bookshelves as well, a cozy chair to sit and read or to play games in, and a cat bed on the windowsill for my cats to sit and look out.

So that's all good, and I'm so glad to be able to breathe a bit more easily. But even more difficult than the physical logjam is the mental one. I've really struggled with posting to social media for a long while now and I've been trying to figure out why that is. It's not a simple question.

I think on some level I'm worried that my life is kind of boring right now. Let me be clear, it's not boring to me in the moment as I live it, but I can see from the outside how it might be perceived as boring. It's not really moving forward in any clear direction. I'm still unemployed (and not likely to be employed anytime in the near future). I'm studying, yes, but I'm in the first year of what's likely to be a six-year course. I have a lot of mental and physical health things going on, but I worry that talking about them too much comes off as being complainy or whiny or consistently negative.

It's important to note that I don't feel this way about anything I see from anybody else! In fact it's the reverse, I love hearing about people's real lives, no matter how mundane the content, I don't find talking about mental or physical health issues to be whiny, and all this is just a massive set of double standards that I'm applying to myself and nobody else.

So I guess what I need to do is just break that logjam with a giant hammer, and start talking about my life, in all its mundanity. And Dreamwidth feels like the safest place to do that. I've always loved the LJ style anyway, more than any other social media. Twitter is, well, I don't think I need say much there. And Tumblr is not really a good place to talk about personal stuff. Facebook, though it's important to me, as it's the one social media pretty much everybody I know in RL has, it's such a mixed audience that I feel unable to be truly candid there.

Also Dreamwidth, as an organisation, has values and ethics I agree with and support. It's a small business in a way that none of the mainstream social media companies are, certainly not Twitter and Facebook! I feel like I can talk about anything here, in a way that I absolutely can't on Twitter and Facebook, and to some extent can't on Tumblr as well (less to do with policy and more with culture).

This is just to say, then, that I'm going to try to post more here, and just talk about my life, along with what I've been watching, reading, etc, and also doing in fandom. I remember back in the LJ days I never had any worries about posting whatever randomness came into my head, and I want to get a bit of that attitude back.
elwinfortuna: Rainbow Fëanorian star, surrounded by text: "through sorrow to find joy." (Default)
I can definitely tell the weather's starting to turn; there's that hint of coolness in the air that starts in autumn. My house has windows that face southeast and northwest which means in the summer I get a lot of light coming in from the south in the morning, and this morning I'm noticing that while there's still a lot of light, there's not quite as much as there was.

Every year I always make a game out of trying not to put the heating on for as long as possible. We generally make it to about the beginning of November, but it's really hard to tell each year. I spent part of yesterday sorting out my winter clothes, in the hopes that having warmer things ready will help me delay the inevitable extra energy use. I have too many scarves & hats, so I culled a few store-bought ones that I don't care for as much, and took the opportunity to enjoy all over again the scarves & hats that have been knitted for me; there's just something so wonderful about seeing the work of someone's hands for you.

It really was quite a change, back in 2004, to move from Arizona to Texas to Scotland. Growing up, I can count on just one finger the amount of times I saw snow in Phoenix (and even then it was more like slushy rain), and I wore the same clothing in winter and summer, with maybe a light jacket on in the winter. When I first got here I was freezing in temperatures I wouldn't even feel now. In fact I get too hot far more easily than I get too cold, these days.

Another tell about the changing weather is that little Rey, hot water bottle of a ragdoll that she is, has been sneaking under the covers with me at night. She'll paw at me until I let her in, then curl up next to me and purr happily until we both fall asleep. Frequently, she'll come and settle between me and John, which must be just the warmest and most delightful place for a kitty to sleep. We'll know it's really getting cold when Socks sleeps on the bed too; he prefers to settle down nearer the foot of the bed, sometimes just behind my knees, sometimes on top of me.

Autumn always revives my interest in baking and lately I've been thinking about some of the baked goods I grew up with that aren't known very well in the UK, like shoofly pie, coffee cake (not cake with coffee, cake you have with coffee), crumb cake, molasses cookies (Pepparkakor as well as softer American-style cookies), and various breads: Anadama, which has cornmeal and molasses in it, Swedish Rye bread (so good, my favourite bread for toast), potato bread, and Amish milk bread (my recipe for Fëanor's Perfect Milk Rolls is basically this). I'm going to have to dig out some of my family recipes and fire up my KitchenAid in pure self-defense at this point.
elwinfortuna: Rainbow Fëanorian star, surrounded by text: "through sorrow to find joy." (Default)
I just realised I haven't updated since my birthday in January!

I've been quite ill for the last couple of months, starting near the end of March. I was even in hospital for a couple of nights in April trying to figure out what it was. Ultimately the conclusion was more or less a shrug from the doctors with a sideline of "uhh, pancreatitis?" which is as good an explanation as any.

I'm getting better now though still not back to 100%. This really took it out of me: it was weeks and weeks of utter fatigue, nausea, muscle soreness, and worst of all, a constant pain in my left side (which is wrong for pancreatitis, but could have been referred pain). But the only identifiable change that was visible to doctors was raised bilirubin.

I've been fully vaccinated against Covid now, I had the AstraZeneca shots, and fortunately the side effects, while present, were very much bearable: mostly fatigue, soreness, and pain in the arm.

Obviously I've been up to very little in terms of writing or any other creative work. However, I have been getting interested in painting miniatures! We bought a resin printer so we could print our own models (in addition to the 3D printer we already had) and I've had fun painting a few things already, though of course I need lots more practice.

I've watched a lot of TV and films: the entirety of Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul, The Boys, WandaVision, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Star Trek: Lower Decks, American Gods, Jupiter's Legacy, The Irregulars, literally every Disney movie available on Disney+, Inside Out, Enola Holmes, and so many more. There is some excellent TV going on these days.

I've been reading Silmarillion fic as always, but have also been reading lots of Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes from TFATWS, who are eminently shippable and wonderful. I enjoyed both Stucky and Steve/Sam and hated the whole ship war thing, so shipping WinterFalcon feels so right, with Steve now out of the picture.

Anyway, I'll try and update a bit more frequently. I've signed up for [community profile] seasonofkink and [community profile] tolkienrsb so I'm very excited to get going on those.
elwinfortuna: Rainbow Fëanorian star, surrounded by text: "through sorrow to find joy." (Default)
So this requires a certain level of backstory...

All my life, I've missed and misheard words that people said, I've relied on trying to lipread and trying to guess what people were telling me, I've gone totally silent in group conversations because I can't keep up, I've been afraid of phone calls because I can't hear what people are saying clearly, I've struggled to parse words, and been embarrassed to ask people to repeat themselves for the third time, I've tried and tried to find out what was wrong with me and got very little in the way of answers.

And then there was the tinnitus, which has been driving me to the edge of rationality for the last several years. Imagine hearing a high-pitched noise once in real life, and then hearing it for hours and hours after that in your own head. Imagine a constant low hiss in your ears, or crackles and pops intermittently, or sometimes, a sort of splitting noise in your head, so loud it can wake you up, but it's entirely in your head.

I cried in an audiologist's office once, about ten years ago, when he told me my hearing was 'normal' if on the lower end of things, and there was nothing he could do for me. I've been so desperate all these years to try and get something that helped. And then about six weeks ago I got a call almost entirely out of the blue from the Audiology Department of my local NHS region, telling me they would like me to come in, take another hearing test, and be fitted for a hearing aid. (This was apparently the result of an appointment I had about 18 months ago, where an audiologist, for the first time ever, took me seriously.)

That appointment was yesterday. I now have a tiny little hearing aid on my right ear. It's practically invisible.

And I can hear. I can hear every word in a sentence! I don't have to guess at half of them! I can hear people speaking in another room! I can hear cars passing on the street outside, I can hear the low hum of the cooler at the other end of the room, I can hear the little noises my cat makes as she sits on the back of my chair.

I very nearly cried in an audiologist's office again yesterday, but this time from joy. What a difference, instantly apparent, unbelievably wonderful. It feels like my brain has so much less work to do. I'm learning how to relax during conversations rather than be always tense and focused. And almost the best part, this hearing aid is helping to fix my tinnitus (at least in the right ear). It'll take a while to settle in so that I get fully used to it, but it's already making a huge difference.

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