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Feb. 1st, 2015 10:42 amI'm not entirely sure whether or not my headache is gone. I still don't feel quite right, but I don't actually hurt. I just feel like maybe I will hurt again soon. If that happens, this will be day three of the headache. Scott suggested that I take a decongestant last night, and that helped a little bit, but nothing I've tried has cleared it entirely. It's in the front of my head, right above my eyes, so I don't think it's a tension headache.
The weather here is supposed to be bad heading into tomorrow. We might get as much as seven inches between now and tomorrow morning, and the temperature, with wind chill, might get as low as -20. All of that means that there may be no school. I'm hoping there is school because I've got a doctor's appointment at 9:30 that I'd rather not miss (I'm not willing to drag three kids along with me to this one). If there is school but it's quite cold, I will probably take a cab instead of the bus. I don't think standing at the bus stop would be good for me.
I wrote about 2200 words yesterday. It is, unfortunately, an unpostable fragment of a much, much larger work. It's not even from the beginning of the story because I've been writing pieces of this particular work wildly out of order. It's something that garnered no votes at all in my what should I write poll as well.
Scott made an extra trip out to Kroger yesterday because he'd forgotten lunchmeat and distilled water and because I'd forgotten to tell him to buy coffee for me.
We baked a bunch of potatoes for dinner. I forgot to set the timer, so they baked a lot longer than they should have. The skins ended up really hard and crunchy. They were still edible, but they were kind of difficult to deal with. Scott also stir fried some chicken and bok choy for us. Cordelia complained about it, as she always does, but she ate it.
There's a Girl Scout meeting today, and I really don't want to go. I'm just feeling so generally rotten that it feels like too much. Just about anything feels like too much. I don't want to go out to the library, either. I'm not sure how much is the headache since Friday morning, how much is anxiety, and how much is simply wanting to write instead.
The weather here is supposed to be bad heading into tomorrow. We might get as much as seven inches between now and tomorrow morning, and the temperature, with wind chill, might get as low as -20. All of that means that there may be no school. I'm hoping there is school because I've got a doctor's appointment at 9:30 that I'd rather not miss (I'm not willing to drag three kids along with me to this one). If there is school but it's quite cold, I will probably take a cab instead of the bus. I don't think standing at the bus stop would be good for me.
I wrote about 2200 words yesterday. It is, unfortunately, an unpostable fragment of a much, much larger work. It's not even from the beginning of the story because I've been writing pieces of this particular work wildly out of order. It's something that garnered no votes at all in my what should I write poll as well.
Scott made an extra trip out to Kroger yesterday because he'd forgotten lunchmeat and distilled water and because I'd forgotten to tell him to buy coffee for me.
We baked a bunch of potatoes for dinner. I forgot to set the timer, so they baked a lot longer than they should have. The skins ended up really hard and crunchy. They were still edible, but they were kind of difficult to deal with. Scott also stir fried some chicken and bok choy for us. Cordelia complained about it, as she always does, but she ate it.
There's a Girl Scout meeting today, and I really don't want to go. I'm just feeling so generally rotten that it feels like too much. Just about anything feels like too much. I don't want to go out to the library, either. I'm not sure how much is the headache since Friday morning, how much is anxiety, and how much is simply wanting to write instead.
