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We got the absentee ballot mailed. Postage was 71 cents which made me and Scott both wonder about ballots with insufficient postage because nothing in the instructions indicates that the dratted things are too heavy for a single stamp to cover it. That seems like very basic information that would be easy to provide because what goes into the return packet won't vary from election to election. More stuff printed on the ballot won't make a difference between one standard stamp and two.
I did a second trial of primidone yesterday. I took half a tablet at about 5 p.m. I didn't have problems immediately; they kind of crept up on me. By 8 or 9, I was coughing if I laughed or walked from one end of the house to another. It kind of felt like I had something tight and heavy wrapping my ribcage. I didn't wheeze, but I'd say the medication sets off my asthma.
I ended up using an albuterol inhaler at about 10, and the tightness kind of evaporated. Using the inhaler was a gamble because, while it does let me breathe better, it makes me shake more and can send my anxiety sky high. I think I had enough sedation from the primidone to counteract most of the usual side effects, though, as all that happened was that I started breathing easier.
I slept about eight hours. My dreams were all anxiety dreams, pretty standard stuff. We'd moved to a new house, and I didn't know where anything was or how to find food. There was a cafe, but I couldn't find a place to sit and didn't have any money and really had to be somewhere else very soon. Scott kept disappearing, and I needed to figure out the buses, but no one else thought those were important.
I have no idea why we'd have bought a house without me seeing it first, and a house wedged between a Target and a strip mall seems like a terrible choice (but possibly less expensive?). I know that anxiety dreams make even less sense than waking anxiety, but I kind of wish my dreaming brain would have me doing something more interesting and story-like.
I woke about 8 a.m. and then crashed hard about 10 a.m. even though I'd eaten and had caffeine. I'm still groggy after stronger caffeine. Scott got me a Wendy's burger, and I'm hoping that will help as it tends to be my last ditch defense against falling over.
I have two library books due today that I can't renew. I'm not done with either and don't have time to finish even one of them. I can't place new holds on them until after I return them, so I'm going to have to try to remember to do that. I've got two graphic novels that aren't due this week but that I could feasibly finish reading and return today.
I did a second trial of primidone yesterday. I took half a tablet at about 5 p.m. I didn't have problems immediately; they kind of crept up on me. By 8 or 9, I was coughing if I laughed or walked from one end of the house to another. It kind of felt like I had something tight and heavy wrapping my ribcage. I didn't wheeze, but I'd say the medication sets off my asthma.
I ended up using an albuterol inhaler at about 10, and the tightness kind of evaporated. Using the inhaler was a gamble because, while it does let me breathe better, it makes me shake more and can send my anxiety sky high. I think I had enough sedation from the primidone to counteract most of the usual side effects, though, as all that happened was that I started breathing easier.
I slept about eight hours. My dreams were all anxiety dreams, pretty standard stuff. We'd moved to a new house, and I didn't know where anything was or how to find food. There was a cafe, but I couldn't find a place to sit and didn't have any money and really had to be somewhere else very soon. Scott kept disappearing, and I needed to figure out the buses, but no one else thought those were important.
I have no idea why we'd have bought a house without me seeing it first, and a house wedged between a Target and a strip mall seems like a terrible choice (but possibly less expensive?). I know that anxiety dreams make even less sense than waking anxiety, but I kind of wish my dreaming brain would have me doing something more interesting and story-like.
I woke about 8 a.m. and then crashed hard about 10 a.m. even though I'd eaten and had caffeine. I'm still groggy after stronger caffeine. Scott got me a Wendy's burger, and I'm hoping that will help as it tends to be my last ditch defense against falling over.
I have two library books due today that I can't renew. I'm not done with either and don't have time to finish even one of them. I can't place new holds on them until after I return them, so I'm going to have to try to remember to do that. I've got two graphic novels that aren't due this week but that I could feasibly finish reading and return today.