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Sep. 22nd, 2018 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI've spent most of today reading. I had a migraine last night, and I got hit with another headache about 4 p.m. today. I don't think it's a migraine, but it's so hard to tell. Taking Amerge helped yesterday's headache, taking it down several notches, so I think there was a migraine component.
I slept about 8.5 hours last night because I took the maximum prescribed dose of the Halcion (usually, I take half the dose). I was worried that, with the remnants of the migraine, I wouldn't sleep at all. Headaches tend to keep me awake.
Scott and Cordelia went to Target so that Cordelia could pick out some jeans. She hasn't previously cared enough about what she wears to be willing to go shopping. While they were out, Scott took some things to the Salvation Army. The stuff they wouldn't take, he pitched because, of the options for donating, they're the most willing to take anything. Right now, the PTO Thrift Shop has a long list of things they won't take more of.
Our SIL from Seattle will be coming into town the first weekend in October for a medical school reunion. I have to test the air mattress to see if it's developed any leaks in the years since we needed it last. I pretty much expect that we'll have to replace it because we pretty much have to each time we have an overnight guest (once every 2-5 years).
Actually, I'm not even sure where the dratted thing is. The basement is full of things that we need periodically that are too expensive to replace and of things with sentimental value and of things that we put aside to deal with later. There's a lot of stuff down there that we want to donate but can't until we find some missing part (for example, a kid targeted karaoke machine that we gave Cordelia for Christmas when she was six or seven that's complete except for the power cord).
I haven't written anything all week. I'm not sure what happened. I have a sort of nebulous urge to make a story but nothing that goes anywhere.
The headache doesn't help because I can't get a writing rhythm going when I want to close my eyes every minute or two. I touch type, so I could in theory write without opening my eyes, but... For some reason, I like being able to look at what I'm writing.
I slept about 8.5 hours last night because I took the maximum prescribed dose of the Halcion (usually, I take half the dose). I was worried that, with the remnants of the migraine, I wouldn't sleep at all. Headaches tend to keep me awake.
Scott and Cordelia went to Target so that Cordelia could pick out some jeans. She hasn't previously cared enough about what she wears to be willing to go shopping. While they were out, Scott took some things to the Salvation Army. The stuff they wouldn't take, he pitched because, of the options for donating, they're the most willing to take anything. Right now, the PTO Thrift Shop has a long list of things they won't take more of.
Our SIL from Seattle will be coming into town the first weekend in October for a medical school reunion. I have to test the air mattress to see if it's developed any leaks in the years since we needed it last. I pretty much expect that we'll have to replace it because we pretty much have to each time we have an overnight guest (once every 2-5 years).
Actually, I'm not even sure where the dratted thing is. The basement is full of things that we need periodically that are too expensive to replace and of things with sentimental value and of things that we put aside to deal with later. There's a lot of stuff down there that we want to donate but can't until we find some missing part (for example, a kid targeted karaoke machine that we gave Cordelia for Christmas when she was six or seven that's complete except for the power cord).
I haven't written anything all week. I'm not sure what happened. I have a sort of nebulous urge to make a story but nothing that goes anywhere.
The headache doesn't help because I can't get a writing rhythm going when I want to close my eyes every minute or two. I touch type, so I could in theory write without opening my eyes, but... For some reason, I like being able to look at what I'm writing.
