It has been so long since I updated here. I am not even about to start to catch anyone who might read up on what has transpired in the last 7 years. I am going to try to post more regularly, mainly so I can write down my recipes and share them.
Linda the Nerd and her adventures
Friday, May 7, 2021
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Ankles are terrible things
I broke my ankle again last Saturday night/Sunday morning. This past week has been arduous at best and hellish at worst.
Tonight was one of the worst nights. I've been avoiding the vicodin the doctor prescribed because it makes me too sleepy for work. I thought I was doing very well though because when I got home it hardly hurt at all. I cleaned out my car, and made dinner. It was only when I went to relax that I realized why I was feeling so well; I had stopped feeling my foot at some point during the day. As soon as feeling returned I was in agony.
I took a vicodin and my friend Terry got me an ice pack and I thought the pain would abate. No. The ice pack helped reduce swelling which increased the blood flow which meant I felt my foot even more. If that wasn't bad enough, my leg started to cramp. Suddenly I was in a depth of pain I really wasn't well acquainted with before tonight. I quickly took another vicodin and an ibuprofen to reduce the swelling further (taking 2 is ok per the doctors orders).
Now I was loopy and in an insane amount of pain. And when I experience an insane amount of pain I start to get flashbacks. Sure enough, my vision started to fade and the pervasive fear overtook me. I tried to hold still and not make any noise, which only added to the tenseness in my muscles and exacerbated the leg cramp. I went in and out of memories, one moment being aware that I was on my couch and safe in my home and the next back on another couch, in another time being beaten until I passed out. Still, I was able to keep myself from being lost entirely to the fear, pulling myself back when I'd slip back in to the terror.
I'm not sure how much time passed, but I was able to ground myself with the help of my friend and bring myself back into the now. We strapped my walking boot back on and hurried to get me to the bedroom so if I passed out or flashbacked again I'd be in a better spot than the couch.
Lucky for me, I had one more flashback experience to live through again before the fear would release me. Getting on to the bed my foot bore the weight of the boot and with that pulling down on my ankle I found myself back in my nightmares and memories once more, curling up my good leg while holding the bad one bone straight with my arms curled over my head, begging my ex to stop and saying how sorry I was. I was completely lost, crying and bracing for punches that wouldn't come. For several minutes I couldn't remember where I was or who I was with. Ironically, the pain in my ankle and the feel of the boot is what helped drive home that I wasn't there anymore, that I must be somewhere else because in the memory there was nothing on my feet. My friend held me and assured me I was safe, helping to remind me of where and when I was.
That was almost 4 hours ago. I know that when I sleep I'll return to the memory and that I'll be beat over and over again. So I'm keeping myself up for as long as possible in the hopes that if I pass out from exhaustion my mind will be too tired to dream. My foot no longer aches, the vicodin and ibuprofen having done their job. Now my heart aches, knowing that no matter how much time passes, the fear is as potent today as it was 10 years ago.
My silver lining is having friends and family who understand how to help me when I have a flashback or panic attack and for that I'm grateful. I'm safe here... I'm safe. If I keep telling myself that, maybe it will seep in to the dreamworld too and the me in the dream will remember that she escaped him and allow me to rest in my sleep.
Pardon my unshaved legs. Here is the bruising as of today.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
My Friend's Place
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Drunken escapades
Life has been one hectic clusterfuck lately. Ok, for maybe the last 5 months, so sorry I haven't posted. I also haven't watched Doctor Who in forever, but greatly look forward to having that kind of time again! *sigh* leisure time... I miss you.
Here are some random updates about this weekend. I haven't really gone out, or been in the going out scene for some time, but this weekend I went to Dig a Pony to watch my cousin kill it with his DJ skillz and attempted to see my sister perform at the Hawthorne.
Maybe I don't remember, but has it always been men posturing excessively when they're drunk? At Dig a Pony, we had this guy try to tell us how he was bad ass and hard... "I'm... I'm trying to be like, a man but-" when Jana interjected, "But you're not quite succeeding are you?" Apparently he was going to finish up his sentence with, "but I'm more like a Spartan Warrior." and told us how bad ass he was. In our drunken peals of laughter it was revealed that I am more bad ass and hard than this boy could ever hope to be and I would throw down and get a little nuts back in the day and may or may not have shanked someone with an unlikely weapon. How's that for "hard"? Poor kid was so crestfallen.
I am going to be in a wedding today, and last night I was doing some Maid of Honor duties (although, in all seriousness, I really feel I haven't done enough and will karmically owe something at the end of all of this because it has been so easy... maybe I just jinxed myself for the actual wedding.. uh oh...). My Maid of Honor duties kept me busy until about when I met up with my friend Josie who is actually insane. More on that later. By the time we made it to the Hawthorne, Becca's show was done and my very drunk cousin invited us to go with him and his group to Devil's Point, one of the many fine strip club establishments in our great city. We headed over there, got tipsy in the car, with Josie blazing it like she was hoping to become part of a rap group or some shit. Jesus woman, your smoke alone is a major contributing factor to the ozone layer depletion! We went in, with Josie promptly going right the fuck back out, while I drank and got completely schnockered with my cousin and watched the amazing athletic abilities that these women possess. The music was good, their performances were incredible and if I ever found myself needing to head to a strip club again, Devil's Point it would be.
At some point it dawned on my inebriated self that Josie was AWOL. "Fuck her! She's weird!" was the expert advice from my cousin. "But she's my ride, dude!" was my retort. So off to find her I went. I found her outside at picnic table smoking with some unknown creeper. What the fuck Josie? We're not here to make friends at the strip club! The fact that he was a creeper was not immediately apparent, but it let itself be known the longer we sat there. I know, some of you are saying, he's some random guy from a strip club, of course he's a creeper, but in my drunken mind I am very forgiving of faults and have love for all of humanity coursing through my veins, along with copious amounts of whiskey. Scott, and I chatted while Josie smoked some more (is there such a thing as being too high? Because she was pushing the limits of stoned from someone I am going to be driving with later). Scott is an author, whose book actually looks like it would be a fun, enjoyable read. He regaled us with tales of butt plugs, and how many people you would never suspect are always sporting one and later in the evening I was privvy to his thoughts on overly large clitorises (they were negative, so if you are the unfortunate owner of a clit that might be mistaken for a wang, don't approach Scott for some lovings. He's having none of that nonsense.)
At this point my cousin Jacob was led out by the ever adorable Melissa. Jacob stopped to chat with us and before they left, he randomly said, "And this guy's an asshole!" While true, didn't need to be said at that time. Scott was properly pissed, which I'll give him, but then he went on to say how Jacob was lucky he had a girl with him, and if he didn't he would go chase after him, et cetera. Whoa buddy. Here's where the posturing comes in to play. Bruised egos lead to insane puffing of the chest, and random threats."I get laid so many times behind this bar," with pointed looks to Josie and myself, "and it would be awesome to go home with a pair of panties and a pocket full of teeth." Now, at this point my drunk was taking on a new dimension and it dawns on me how many times he's been giving the pointed looks, and talking about, "I just need to make sure I don't hook up with strangers tonight," wink wink. Ohhhhh Scott. No.
He continued his rant about the lunatic things he would like to do to people who talk shit about him, while Josie lit up another cigarette. Thank GOD one of the bouncers told her she was at a non smoking table, and she got up in a huff because it eventually got us the hell out of there. While she stormed back to the car, Scott went off on another weird tangent (this is where I found out about his clit size preference). "I need to find her, she's my ride, it's been real," while I hunt through my phone for her number. "Yeah, no big deal, just ignore me, do your thing," he said in a completely non ironic way. "Ok." I was too drunk for politeness at this point. I found Josie and got the fuck out of Dodge.
Was my night over? Oh no, my living through some kind of Hangover or Bridesmaid movie wasn't done yet. "Let's go there!" Josie squealed excitedly while pointing across the street to some generic "adult" store. I am past three sheets to the wind, I am going on maybe seven sheets, and really just want to go home at this point. My old lady self said, it's 1 AM and you only had french fries to eat today before pouring an insane amount of booze into your system. Go home Linda, you're drunk. But no, to the sex store we went. Josie complained loudly about their selection of lingerie, and then pointed out which dildo she owns to me, because I needed to know what fits in her snatch. Since their selection was lacking, she decides we need to find another sex shop so she can get a skanky top for her illicit love affair. Oh sweet Jesus I'm tired, was all I could think. We ended up getting lost in Portland and then driving to get a carton of smokes before finally rolling back in to the Couve. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck was I beat.
I think I've had enough going out to last me some time, and will resume my nerdly pastimes for a bit.
Monday, May 5, 2014
Sink or swim
I have been floating for a while now, sinking ever deeper. My eyes peer through the murky darkness, seeking out another drowning soul to latch on to so that we could surface together. When no soul is found, I understand how alone I am at this depth. As I drift to the bottom of my despondency, right before I hit the sandy bottom, it dawns on me; I could have kicked my way to the air at any time.
I kick out desperately, and push against the sea floor. In no way am I certain that I can surface before my lungs and my hope give out. But I will keep kicking until I ascend successfully or die trying.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Father's Day, The Empty Child, The Doctor Dances & Boom Town
Father's Day
I have a rocky relationship with my dad, so this one hit me in the feels. More so than any other so far. I think if I was in Rose's position I would have ended up altering time too, and I don't even like my dad. Watching this episode made me wish my dad was the kind of guy who would do what Pete did in the end. I don't think he would.
The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances
Where to start? One, I am a big wimp, so the kid scared the crap out of me. I was texting a friend, threatening to bail on this episode, but he talked me out of it. I'm glad he did. Everybody lives! And the Doctor is so happy. It's great.
The reason this episode terrified me is because of the story Room Zero. This story and Abandoned by Disney left an imprint on me. I love creepypastas and for a while had a slight addiction going on. I am not going to give any hints about the stories. If you want a good thrill, follow the links.
I was told by a friend, the same one who kept me from jettisoning from this episode, that Jack Harkness is the only man he'd go gay for. That's a lot of pressure for a character to live up to. He didn't disappoint totally, but he wasn't the most amazing thing I've ever seen. He's very cocky, which isn't a turn on for me. I will admit, if I were in Rose's shoes I would have been as swept off my feet as well. By balloons.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
The Long Game
Imagine how adorably evil our nerd babies would look if I bred with this iteration of Simon Pegg.
Here are some of my thoughts from this episode:
- Wow, Adam is a pussy. Definitely don't like this guy.
- They need to find a babysitter for Adam before he fucks something up.
- The Doctor is really hard on Cathica. Chick is just trying to do her job. I can totally relate.
- That's Fran from Black Books, which is another great British show that people should check out if they haven't already.
- What do they feed Simon Pegg's boss? There are corpses hanging out up there, that are going to waste. Nom nom nom.
- I hope Cathica leads the people in a thought revolution. She should get something after waiting for that promotion for so long.
- I am so glad they gave Adam the boot!
I leave you with Gavin's Doctor Who picture. Can you guess what it is?