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Post-Con Shittiness by RunningRed

Anthrocon was a lot of fun this year. Sure there were things I wish I had done, people I wish I had met, naked bodies I wish I had snuggled. Overall, no complaints.

It's just everything that happened afterwards that wore me down, and mostly why I haven't had the energy to get back to social media like FX, Twitter or FA.

So, to get it off my chest, here's a run-down of the bad-luck I went through recently:

I had this nice digital watch. It had a memo function I used to notate my workouts at the gym. I had it a long time, replaced the band a few times, a button or two fell off. And a few weeks before the con I forgot to take it off and wore it in the shower. Zzt. Hadn't had a chance to replace it and had to rely on my iPod for tracking and timekeeping.

On Sunday night, the AC carpool dropped me off at my parents' place in Foxborough, where I left my car. After giving magwolf a ride home (he lived a few towns away, not far from one of my former jobs) I stayed overnight. I didn't have to be back to work till Wednesday so I planned to take a leisurely drive back, stopping off at Mike's Pastry in Boston for lobster tail pastries and the Cinnabons in either Marlborough or Manchester. My father, though, was in the hospital with what was suspected to be lyme disease so I stayed there, waiting for updates on if he'd be released, running errands for my Mom, picking up prescriptions for him. And it got too late to visit those stores. No big deal, family comes before an idle whim for desserts. And my mother did give me little pies to take home, and gave me her card to fill up my gas tank.

I was feeling a bit tired on Monday and then on Tuesday, figured it was post-con fatigue but it turned into full fledged crud. I felt like crap on Wednesday and called out sick on Thursday and Saturday (working half day Friday).

And at some point during this I lost my wolf ring. The silver band with wolf silhouettes that I've had for decades. I know I had it when I returned to South Portland. The shitty thing is I don't know where it went. I've lost precious shit before, on hikes, or trips. Ask me sometime about when I lost my Indiana Jones-style leather jacket at Mt Washington. If I knew that I left it in an area and it was gone, I could live with that and move on. But I don't know. I might have put it down somewhere in the apartment. I looked everywhere I could think of, even checked my pants pockets five times. That it might be in some nook or behind something I just hadn't checked yet, to be discovered years hence, it's driving me nuts.

Saturday night after the convention I'm lying in bed, sick and have a really, really bad coughing fit. I...hurt something in my side. Like a sprain or something. It was bad. Like, any convulsion such as a cough or sneeze, and sharp stabbing knives in the side below my ribs. Bad enough that if I felt a cough coming on I'd get out of bed, stand up, and hold my side with my hands to minimize the motion or suffer pain to make me cry. After a few days I asked a nurse I knew who thought it might be a hiatal hernia (which can be caused by coughing fits) and suggested seeing a doctor if it didn't improve.

I return to work to some shitty news. After ten months of doing a great job, the supervisors decide to spread my job among some coworkers. So more people get to spend a few hours being helper, and I'm sent back to answering phones. They didn't call it a demotion, but it's a fucking demotion.

Add to that, some friends turned out to be involved in some major drama. I called them out on some bullshit and they dropped out of sight. A shame cause I got one of them some souvenirs at Anthrocon, but I have no idea where to send them.

So after dealing with all this, I didn't really have the energy to do more than basic chatting with people. And I still haven't finished organizing my con photos/videos.

However, things have gotten better. I did get over my sickness. And as for the potential hernia, the pain did start to lessen over the following week. In fact, the following Thursday I thought I'd see if I was well enough to return to the gym. There were some upper body exercises I couldn't do, but I didn't experience any discomfort running. I think that being vertical aided my recovery, I spent most of my convalescence sitting, which likely didn't help. But going to the gym and spending a few hours on the treadmill, seemed to heal it faster. Now there's only a small twinge if I cough to remind me it's there.

At work I want to see if I can transition to another part of the department that is off the phone, handling emails and other non-inbound call issues. I always figured that if I wasn't made Agent Assist, I'd have been moved over to this side. I emailed their supervisor, someone with whom I'd worked in this company for years, so he knew me and what I could do. However, he went on vacation and said he'd look into it when he got back. And, surprisingly, the calls haven't been all as bad as I feared. A lot were mundane billing adjustments or inquiries, not as many assholes demanding refunds. Maybe cause the department has more people to share the load.

So it'd been a shitty few weeks, but getting much better. Now I just have to get caught up on sorting photos, writing a con report, getting in touch with people from the con, getting back to Twitter, etc, etc, etc.

[x-posted to LiveJournal & FurAffinity]

Post-Con Shittiness

RunningRed

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