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Apr. 17th, 2019 10:46 pmI didn't do much yesterday except dishes and getting the trash out. The second chore, I only half finished because there was a car parked where the second bin needed to go. Scott ended up taking that one out to the curb later.
I've got five audiobooks out via Overdrive. They all have long waitlists, so I won't get another chance at them for months. I'm trying to prioritize them. I have one library DVD that can't be renewed, but I'm at least 80% sure, without having played any of it, that it's terrible (Kim Possible live action). It might make decent background noise for writing, though.
All three of us are having seasonal allergy issues. We're in that bit of spring when it's too warm for the heat but not yet hot enough for the AC. My current plan is to turn on the furnace fan and see if running the air through that filters anything out. Those filters are a big reason we actually use the AC.
At this point, I'm thinking that daily propranolol is over-all helpful. I just can't figure out a way around the problem of sudden spikes of crushing depression and/or panic whenever life throws something unexpected at me. The 'unexpected' part means no warning, and it's a thing that could happen any time. I could forget my glasses at a restaurant. Cordelia could dislocate her knee again. Scott could get six calls from third shift while we're trying to sleep.
It's a hard call because the difference in pain levels isn't vast. It's not a suddenly all better. It's-- at most-- maybe a point on the pain scale, and it doesn't help with the functional pain issues with my hands and neck. Is the difference between a 7 and a 6.5 or a 6.5 and a 6 worth an occasional few hours of mental non-functioning?
I do know that I'll need to not take it Sunday this week because of Easter related family gathering stress. Curling up in a corner and crying during dinner at my SIL's would be awkward. Why is embodiment so difficult?
I've got five audiobooks out via Overdrive. They all have long waitlists, so I won't get another chance at them for months. I'm trying to prioritize them. I have one library DVD that can't be renewed, but I'm at least 80% sure, without having played any of it, that it's terrible (Kim Possible live action). It might make decent background noise for writing, though.
All three of us are having seasonal allergy issues. We're in that bit of spring when it's too warm for the heat but not yet hot enough for the AC. My current plan is to turn on the furnace fan and see if running the air through that filters anything out. Those filters are a big reason we actually use the AC.
At this point, I'm thinking that daily propranolol is over-all helpful. I just can't figure out a way around the problem of sudden spikes of crushing depression and/or panic whenever life throws something unexpected at me. The 'unexpected' part means no warning, and it's a thing that could happen any time. I could forget my glasses at a restaurant. Cordelia could dislocate her knee again. Scott could get six calls from third shift while we're trying to sleep.
It's a hard call because the difference in pain levels isn't vast. It's not a suddenly all better. It's-- at most-- maybe a point on the pain scale, and it doesn't help with the functional pain issues with my hands and neck. Is the difference between a 7 and a 6.5 or a 6.5 and a 6 worth an occasional few hours of mental non-functioning?
I do know that I'll need to not take it Sunday this week because of Easter related family gathering stress. Curling up in a corner and crying during dinner at my SIL's would be awkward. Why is embodiment so difficult?
