A message from Miss Delia concerning Minicon 48

Delia (ooh_pretty_mine has a request here:

Hello all!

I am helping out with Minicon this year, I'm a department head for Minicon the Next Generation, which is in charge of getting more teens to come to Minicon and making it an awesome place for them. I'm looking for some wonderful volunteers who could help with giving demos or lessons or whatever it may be to teens at Minicon this year.

Some examples are:

If you take great photos, show us how to do that!
If you create anything geeky or goofy, teach us!
If you illustrate comic books, give a demo!
If you have ways to come up with codes and riddles, pass on the secrets!
If you write songs or poetry, tell us how you do it!
If you have a secret talent, be proud and share it!

Whatever it may be, if you think that teens or young adults would like it, PLEASE CONTACT ME ASAP.

You can comment on this post or message me through LJ.


Thanks so much guys and I'll see you at the Pool Party!!

( which is Saturday, Feb 23rd @ the Radish Tree if you forgot :] )

Hitting the wall

I went in this morning to wake Delia up for church. She was groggy, and I stared down at her in sort of a stupor and then put my head down and rested my ear on her chest. 'I can hear your heartbeat,' I said quietly.

And then I started to cry.

I have been so sick for so long. I'm not depressed. But my body is giving out. I went off some medication last fall, and it was the right decision, but it's screwed up my ability to sleep. Badly. I thought it was getting better, but the past few nights I've been down to four or five hours a night again. The Sleep Cycle app I purchased for my iPod has told me one bit of information: I seem to be unable to enter the deep sleep stage in the second half of the night.

And the asthma. That's been going on since November. I've purchased another humidifier for work. The cough is a little better, I think, but I'm so worn out that I can't tolerate even the lighter cough. On Friday, I was trying to push a Berger cart loaded with files, and I had such trouble breathing that I ended up abruptly sitting on the floor. The stamina that I had honed through getting my black belt and doing P90X is COMPLETELY gone. Needless to say, I haven't bounced back from having the flu, either.

Today, it was just like I somehow hit the wall. I was crying throughout the day at the drop of a hat, and I felt so lethargic that I just couldn't face getting out of bed. I am having difficulty with everything. Making decisions. Keeping up with life maintenance stuff.

All I want to do is lie in bed or hang out in the bathtub to steam my lungs.

Fiona had stayed over for the night. Rob ran them to church for me, and I went to bed and managed to get a bit more sleep. Rob had to go to work at 1:00, but once the girls came back from church (a church member brought them home) they were very comforting.

I asked the girls to put my name on the church's prayer chain. I need prayers.

This sucks.

Edited to add: Yes, I have seen my doctor, and yes, I am being treated, with inhalers.