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[the_rck]

I got a lot less done last week, particularly last weekend, than I'd hoped and planned. On the plus side, I got the pre-school inventory done on Tuesday. I've also managed to come close to catching up on reading manga from the library. Over the weekend, Scott installed a ceiling fan and new light fixture in the dining room (we needed it badly and had been wanting it for about ten years), and I did some weeding outside.

On the downside, I still haven't passed my records, the books to be catalogued and such on to the new librarians. I didn't make any progress on my crossover fic. I also completely failed to write anything for ibarw. I wanted to get all of that done. The first task isn't a big one. It mainly requires a couple of e-mails and a little time. The other two... My brain has been threatening to dribble out my ears, and I've been having trouble thinking.

I lost Saturday to Scott's work in the dining room. We didn't manage to get Cordelia into bed until a bit after 9:30 that night because we went out to dinner after Scott finished the fan installation at 7:30 (he and I both had hunger headaches by then). I tried to go down to the basement to write after Cordelia was in bed, but all I managed was staring at the screen.

Sunday, I weeded and overdid things. It was one of those just-one-more-weed things. By the time I came inside, I was shaking and couldn't think and was pretty unsure of my ability to walk. The fact that I had to spend about fifteen minutes picking sticky seeds off my dress before coming inside didn't help (I picked seeds out of my hair after I came in). I only made a slight dent in the weeds, and it was hours before I could think again.

Sunday underlined the problems I have when I'm exhausted. I needed to eat. I specifically needed to eat something with protein and fat. I just couldn't think clearly enough to realize that I needed that or to ask Scott for help with it. I didn't get food until almost nine, four hours after I came inside. Well, that's not entirely true. I had some cookies because they were within reach of my seat. They just didn't help at all. Some forms of exhaustion can be helped by sugar and/or starches but those tend to be less extreme than this was.

Scott would have helped me, but he had no idea what to do, and I wasn't thinking clearly enough to ask. I told him, afterwards, that he should push cheese, sunflower butter and meat on me next time it happens. He may or may not remember which is a pity given that I certainly won't. This is like a migraine or other severe headache in that I stop being able to think clearly enough to do anything useful. I'm also, when it happens, too tired to *do* anything even if I think of it. Sometimes, I'm too tired to ask for help.

I think I regret ibarw more than I do the crossover fic. I've still got time on the fic, and I have a draft that, while it's not really good, is complete enough to pretend to be a finished fic. International Blog Against Racism Week is over for 2008. I have no idea what I would have written about. I have an ancient draft of babbling about how white Americans see race in anime and manga. I haven't touched it in many months, and I'm not sure I could make it coherent. I suppose I could also have talked about my frustration with present-company-excepted statements, but that's tangential to racism. It applies, but it also applies to an almost infinite set of other circumstances.

Today, I'll be spending a considerable chunk of the afternoon getting a mammogram. I should have done it last year but never quite got around to it because it required making a phone call or three. This year, my gynecologist sent downstairs to the managed care office to have them set up the appointment.

Cordelia will be with cherydactyl during the appointment. I'd hoped to make other arrangements because cherydactyl's daughters will be at camp, but nothing else I tried worked. Hopefully, Cordelia will be good and not try to drive cherydactyl crazy.

The timing of my appointment also complicates things Scott needs to do. While he was out buying things for the fan installation, he ran the car over a curb and did something to the exhaust system (he says he can see that it's broken when he looks). The car is now hugely noisy but still drives fine. He needs to take it in to have it looked at and fixed as soon as he can. He won't, however, be able to consult with me about it because I'll be in the middle of the mammogram when he gets off work. He's going to have to make his decisions without input from me.

Comments

[sageautumn.livejournal.com]

If your guy is handy with such things at all... you may want to try JBWeld. It's easily found at Lowes or an Advanced Auto-type store. It's great for bonding metal to metal... and holds like nothing doing.

Just a thought, as a cheap, quick fix. (Last time I fixed something like this it lasted just fine for about two years. Time before that, it lasted more like three months. Both times, it was a different place in the item that broke... not the JBWelded spot.)

[the_rck]

He's handy with such things, but it's a matter of time and energy. There're a lot of things that he ends up having to take care of around the house because I simply can't. He needs his spoons for things other than car repairs.

[kyrielle]

would it be doable and useful to write a What To Try doc for the exhaustion that you and he could reference?

[the_rck]

Thanks for the suggestion. Scott cheered when I mentioned it.

I've made a rough list. It's not perfect, but it's something Scott can use if he remembers it.

[kyrielle]

:) Fingers crossed that it is indeed helpful!