May 4, 2004

• More ME/CFIDS Whining

  I barely have the strength to sit here, but my mind is as busy as
  usual.  That’s the really hard part of this damned disease: 
  adjusting the mind to the lack of physical stamina.  I can’t keep
  up with myself.  It has been one helluva day for me, and one that
  for any normal person, or even for me as little as ten years ago–or
  during last year’s remission–would seem idle and restful.

  The other day when I had the appointment with the tire guy to get my
  studded tires off and summer tires on the car, he didn’t show.  He
  had gone to town in the morning and got caught up in whatever he was
  doing there and didn’t get back out here in time for our
  appointment.  The legal deadline for the changeover was two days
  ago and I am not going out on the highway with studded tires. 
  Fortunately, I don’t have to.  Lobo Tires is between here and the
  highway, a couple of blocks away, right at the corner where our mailbox
  is.  I have another appointment for tomorrow afternoon.

  This afternoon I intended to get clean laundry put away.  It has
  been in the baskets for weeks, since the last trip to the
  laundromat.  I need the baskets for dirty clothes.  The plan
  is to go do wash after Paul gets my tires changed over tomorrow. 
  I was going to sort clothes today and have them all ready to go. 
  I got started okay.  Then I noticed some of my houseplants were
  dry, so I started watering plants. 

  The weight of the water must have been too much for one of the hooks in
  the ceiling.  A plant hanger fell and I spent half an hour or so
  cleaning up the mess, salvaging what I could of the two plants in that
  hanging basket, finding another hook because I couldn’t find the one
  that fell, and rehanging the plants.  When it was done, so was
  I.  I was all out of stamina, shaky and weak with fatigue. 
  Now I’m hungry and lack the energy to cook or the appetite to go stand
  in the pantry door and see what’s there that’s quick to fix. 
  Wretched, that’s what I am.  Maybe I’ll just have a little cheese
  with my whine.

  
  Not Just Ordinary Quizzes

  Yesterday, I blogged about the Freak Test from outofservice.com, the one based on psychological research.  Today I went back and took the rest of the tests on that site.

  
  
  It says I have the high level of Openness to new experience of Yoda;

  Han Solo’s haphazard sense of Conscienciousness;

  the Ewoks’ so-so Extraversion:  a strong sense of community and not much interest in outsiders;

  
  the Agreeableness (Is that a word?  Shouldn’t it be “agreeability”) of Darth Vader;

  and Princess Leia’s barely-there, not-so-you’d-notice level of Neuroticism.

  That’s basically the same test questions as the Big Five Test, only with graphic results instead of numerical.

  I’m a O90-C25-E59-A38-N22 Big Five!!

  Then there was the morality test.

  Check out my Morality! 70% liberal, 30% conservative

  I had a rough time with the music personality test. 
  I don’t grok the finer distinctions between some of the newer genres,
  and there was only one category labeled, “classical.”  Now how, I
  ask you, do I answer that one adequately?  I like the Romantic
  composers (Wagner, Rachmaninoff), I’m neutral toward Classical (Haydn
  et.al.) and Baroque music (Mozart for example) drives me up the
  wall.  Anyhow, here’s the link to my score on that one:

  My Music Personality

  The test I had most fun taking was entitled, “Are You a Blurter or a Brooder?” 
  It’s about relationship, primary-type, Significant Other stuff. 
  Of course we all know I’m a blurter, but I went through the quizzes
  anyway.  At the end, I wanted to email the author and inform
  her/him that my SO has NPD and I have OCD, which tends to skew the
  results.  Oh, well….

  Check out my blirtatiousness!

  

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