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Apr. 26th, 2016 01:44 pmI woke this morning with a headache. It started before Scott’s alarm and was still there when I got up an hour later. I took Amerge because it felt like a migraine. That and some coffee took the edge off, but I was really glad Cordelia want to walk to school alone. I ate a little bit, an hour after I should have done given my medication schedule, and then lay down for a couple of hours. I’m not convinced that I actually slept, but I rested. I still had the headache when I got up, so I drank more water and took an Ativan. That helped a little more, but I’ve still got the edges of the dratted thing.
I’ve eaten lunch and showered, and I’ve refilled my water bottle (16 oz) three times and need to do it again now. I’m going to spend the afternoon watching a DVD and, I hope, writing and drinking lots and lots of water.
Scott thinks that he may not need to stay late at work as often. They’ve just finished training some folks for second shift. It’s a question or whether or not those folks stay. Third shift is still short handed, though, so there will be going in early days until that’s sorted out.
I really should call my mother and find out what’s going on with her. Of course, given her history, she may suddenly call me to say that she’s getting off the highway and will be here in fifteen minutes. There was one time, when Cordelia was four, when my mother drove up from Atlanta where she’d been visiting my sister. She stopped over night on the way. She actually told me she was coming when she was half an hour away. I didn’t say anything rude, but really? She knew she was coming to Ann Arbor when she left Atlanta. She could have called from my sister’s phone before leaving there. She could have called from her hotel. She could have used her cell phone at any time at all.
We’re having someone in this evening to do an energy audit. They claim they won’t try to sell us anything, but they also won’t do the dratted thing unless Scott and I are both home, so we’re expecting sales anyway. We’ve had to reschedule twice, once because I was down with a migraine and once because Scott had to go in early the next morning.
And my headache is getting worse again. Maybe I need to nap. Maybe I need to not use the computer. Maybe I should try naproxen or Tylenol. I don’t think more caffeine would help in the least, but some form of fatty meat might. Sadly, nobody delivers burgers or fried chicken (with skin) or liver sausage or groceries.
I’ve eaten lunch and showered, and I’ve refilled my water bottle (16 oz) three times and need to do it again now. I’m going to spend the afternoon watching a DVD and, I hope, writing and drinking lots and lots of water.
Scott thinks that he may not need to stay late at work as often. They’ve just finished training some folks for second shift. It’s a question or whether or not those folks stay. Third shift is still short handed, though, so there will be going in early days until that’s sorted out.
I really should call my mother and find out what’s going on with her. Of course, given her history, she may suddenly call me to say that she’s getting off the highway and will be here in fifteen minutes. There was one time, when Cordelia was four, when my mother drove up from Atlanta where she’d been visiting my sister. She stopped over night on the way. She actually told me she was coming when she was half an hour away. I didn’t say anything rude, but really? She knew she was coming to Ann Arbor when she left Atlanta. She could have called from my sister’s phone before leaving there. She could have called from her hotel. She could have used her cell phone at any time at all.
We’re having someone in this evening to do an energy audit. They claim they won’t try to sell us anything, but they also won’t do the dratted thing unless Scott and I are both home, so we’re expecting sales anyway. We’ve had to reschedule twice, once because I was down with a migraine and once because Scott had to go in early the next morning.
And my headache is getting worse again. Maybe I need to nap. Maybe I need to not use the computer. Maybe I should try naproxen or Tylenol. I don’t think more caffeine would help in the least, but some form of fatty meat might. Sadly, nobody delivers burgers or fried chicken (with skin) or liver sausage or groceries.
