It's official, asthma freaking sucks rocks.

Russell has been sick all danged month and that is pretty awful. I have been struggling with night asthma for the first time in years. We can't afford for me to take allergy shots, too, with the new healthcare, so Russell is the only one getting them at the moment.

This morning he scared the stuffing out of me at 520AM when I went to change out the laundry. We asked each other why the other was up and both answered with "asthma." *sigh*
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I got laid off by the same jerk who promised me a full-time job and then reduced my hours to 15 hours. I'm doing little odd jobs at mech turk just to put a little bit of a gift card away for upcoming events like Russell's birthday and Christmas through the bankruptcy. Mike does the occasional programming job there, but the transcriptions are panning out well for me. Mike is looking for other work all over, but nothing has popped yet. He was second choice at his last interview behind a guy who'd worked there before. It would have been a sweet job and the guy told Mike's recruiter that if they had something else, they would call Mike. In this economy, I'm not holding my breath, though.

Recently, I've been transcribing some interviews of Ron Athey and ended up googling him to have a chance figuring out the transcription. I don't mind the content. I think it's artistic overkill, intellectually, but I understand the raw place that kind of art comes from. It reminds me of something I heard somewhere about how real blues comes from real pain. I haven't had time to hit another transcription, but I do notice that they're starting to offer more for it and no one has grabbed up the transcripts of those interviews in days because I'm sure the content has people freaking out.

I did mark in the comments some of the terms I learned from his work: Solar Anus, Trilogy, Hallelujah, and I gather in one of the triology pieces he uses a double-ended dildo and demonstrates castration of said item, which seems pretty gruesome, frankly. If there are a bunch of little old grammies doing transcription, aside from me, I can totally see them NOT choosing to do the transcription. I used to live in the Tenderloin in San Francisco and often clubbed at gay bars because I could dance without being hassled, so I guess I am more matter-of-fact about it, though the fact that I am old as dirt probably makes me a jaded old broad.

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I've been swimming about every other day, sometimes I skip a day, sometimes I go 2 days in a row, so it works out to every other day. My feet are achy from jumping around and I think I stubbed my toe, so I need to start putting on my watershoes. On the plus side, my knee feels better than it has in ever. It still hurts and all that, but basically, I feel stronger. I take the old lady cart less in Walmart. I sometimes take small walks. It snuck up on me, you know, the feeling better. I'm used to being in pain so much, I hadn't realized how it hurts less to get up. I get up and expect to wince, and I wince less. I don't know if that makes sense, but it is what it is.

I've also been doing my yoga pretty frequently. I get up after Mike leaves, often, so I just lay out on the bed and do my yoga. It helps to shake off the early morning stiffness of arthritis and age. It also helps me wake up enough to go shower.