like breathing through an itchy straw
Sep. 27th, 2009 03:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Basement is basically done, with the prep stages anyway. The north wall is finished. The west wall is finished-- last overcoat on the thin areas this morning. The floor is swept, swept again, scrubbed, mopped, and mopped, and mopped again. For the scrubbing, I scrubbed down the corners and any offensively dirty spots (like where the cat puked six months ago and i didn't notice, whoops-- under a chair, in my defense) with bleach water. First mopping I used Dr Bronner's because I had no floor cleaner that wasn't expressly for wood. (Whoops.) Second mopping I used plain water, changed very frequently. There's something in that floor that is basically like mopping chalk. I isolated that as much as I could, mopping the residue away from the non-shedding areas, and did what I could. Then I used Mop-N-Glo, which is the only floor-cleaner-like item Wilson Farms had when I sent Z to walk there. (He wanted to take a walk anyway, and while he was gone I did all the painting that was left, so...) Mop-N-Glo is weird, and wants you to squirt it directly onto the floor, then spread it around. I guess it's supposed to be like wax. On a grody half-peeled concrete floor, I don't know what that would do, but I did it anyway because I had it.
Z says it looks... "Better." Which isn't really high praise. Whatever-- I just want it clean enough that I can put the rug from the sunporch down there without instantly destroying it. Also I figured nice floor soap smells better than bleach and paint.
My lungs feel rather like I've been inhaling sandpaper, though. Ew. I need a nice cuppa tea and some sitting-quietly time.
Oh, this morning I passed my skating assessment. I've been bouting three seasons, I should be fine. But I was nervous, and didn't know how nervous until I was mostly done. So I'm glad it's over. There's a weight off my shoulders. I still am inexplicably nervous and convinced that something will go wrong and I won't get to skate this season. I don't know why. I won't be OK, I don't think, until after the draft. Even then I don't know.
I am considering that perhaps if the good health insurance does come through (I have just given money to the terrible people, so I'll be temporarily covered while I hear back from the better ones, but you know, whatever) maybe I'll see if I can get evaluated for possible treatment for anxiety. Because I obviously go through phases of pretty bad anxiety, and it's perfectly possible, given family history, that there's a neurochemical kind of basis for that. Which maybe therapy of some kind would help, or drugs, and I would really enjoy having the ability to at least look into considering it. Wouldn't that be kinda nice? I'd like to try it, anyway. Having a journal has been helpful-- I went back looking for sewing diary material (more on that some other time), and was horrified by how totally around-the-bend I was going a couple of months back. I really couldn't cope. That doesn't really sound OK-- though at the time it just seemed like all external factors that had to be lived through, still it wasn't, all, and maybe I should get that looked at.
Well, it'd be nice, but Healthy NY doesn't cover it, and I can't really afford to go it on my own. I guess we'll see. If I ever get my #()$*%& insurance card in the mail, maybe I'll book a general physical-- I haven't had one since about 2006 and I just think it'd be nice.
Wheeze wheeze. Yes, about that tea. I hope it helps. My chest is icky icky, undoubtedly from all the chemicals and dust... Blech.
Z says it looks... "Better." Which isn't really high praise. Whatever-- I just want it clean enough that I can put the rug from the sunporch down there without instantly destroying it. Also I figured nice floor soap smells better than bleach and paint.
My lungs feel rather like I've been inhaling sandpaper, though. Ew. I need a nice cuppa tea and some sitting-quietly time.
Oh, this morning I passed my skating assessment. I've been bouting three seasons, I should be fine. But I was nervous, and didn't know how nervous until I was mostly done. So I'm glad it's over. There's a weight off my shoulders. I still am inexplicably nervous and convinced that something will go wrong and I won't get to skate this season. I don't know why. I won't be OK, I don't think, until after the draft. Even then I don't know.
I am considering that perhaps if the good health insurance does come through (I have just given money to the terrible people, so I'll be temporarily covered while I hear back from the better ones, but you know, whatever) maybe I'll see if I can get evaluated for possible treatment for anxiety. Because I obviously go through phases of pretty bad anxiety, and it's perfectly possible, given family history, that there's a neurochemical kind of basis for that. Which maybe therapy of some kind would help, or drugs, and I would really enjoy having the ability to at least look into considering it. Wouldn't that be kinda nice? I'd like to try it, anyway. Having a journal has been helpful-- I went back looking for sewing diary material (more on that some other time), and was horrified by how totally around-the-bend I was going a couple of months back. I really couldn't cope. That doesn't really sound OK-- though at the time it just seemed like all external factors that had to be lived through, still it wasn't, all, and maybe I should get that looked at.
Well, it'd be nice, but Healthy NY doesn't cover it, and I can't really afford to go it on my own. I guess we'll see. If I ever get my #()$*%& insurance card in the mail, maybe I'll book a general physical-- I haven't had one since about 2006 and I just think it'd be nice.
Wheeze wheeze. Yes, about that tea. I hope it helps. My chest is icky icky, undoubtedly from all the chemicals and dust... Blech.
