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amanda_loddenDay Two of the hissy fit went spectacularly well, and I am decidedly pleased with the results.
Day Three has been canceled, partly because there's just not enough left to do to justify it, partly because no one has bothered to show up, and largely because I ache like crazy and would have told anyone who did show up to go on without me.
I am a bit on the brain-dead side today, since my sleep last night was questionable. I fell into bed at 8:45 after forcing myself to finish my bedtime routine (I'm pretty sure I held a few of my stretches longer than usual, because I nodded off while I was doing them). Unfortunately, some things don't stretch well (*cough*knees*cough*), and by 11:30 I'd slept enough to take the edge off the exhaustion, at which point Pain clamored for its share of attention. I slept on the couch for maybe an hour with my feet up, which helped my knees but put more pressure on my hips and lower back, which also hurt. Back to bed, where our bedroom felt stifling hot so I sat in the freezing-cold office for a bit and then slept on the guest bed until I got cold. Then I went back to my own bed and tossed and turned. I've crawled back into bed twice already for naps. The pain has largely died down, so hopefully tonight will be better. I'll just have to remember not to do anything stupid that stresses out my knees (like, um, go to three clogging classes in two nights. Which I am almost certain to do.)
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I'd be concerned about this, except that I just can't bring myself to care. I am somewhat pleased to state that for a few of the questions, I didn't even know what the reference was to, much less what the correct answer was (sadly, I did know who the "Leave Britney alone!" kid was). (I also like the fact that if the sponsor for the completely clean quiz is an adult toy manufacturer.)
Inky is driving me insane. He didn't get his quota of cuddling yesterday because of all the people in the house, so now he wants to be on top of me Every. Single. Minute. No. Matter. What. I. Am. Doing. I'm a little worried about how he's going to handle it while we're gone for a week. Chris and Marina will be here, but he doesn't like them as much as he likes John and I. Hopefully he'll get over it while we're gone.
Mom steadfastly refuses to either die or get better. We took her to the eye doctor, where he said exactly what I knew he would say: he can't do a thing for her. She doesn't need glasses, she needs to get her blood sugar under control before she pops more blood vessels in her eye. He referred her to a retinal specialist who might be able to do some eye surgery to repair the older damaged vessels. In the meantime, the trip plus the appointment plus the inevitable arguments took 4 hours. Since they came smack dab out of the middle of the day, we got absolutely nothing done except taking her to the eye doctor. Oh, and having an argument about whether or not she could get up from the examination chair without help-- she insisted she could, I knew damned well she couldn't. Eventually I told her to prove it, and then I won the argument, where "won" is defined as "had to run and catch her before she fell".
Day Three has been canceled, partly because there's just not enough left to do to justify it, partly because no one has bothered to show up, and largely because I ache like crazy and would have told anyone who did show up to go on without me.
I am a bit on the brain-dead side today, since my sleep last night was questionable. I fell into bed at 8:45 after forcing myself to finish my bedtime routine (I'm pretty sure I held a few of my stretches longer than usual, because I nodded off while I was doing them). Unfortunately, some things don't stretch well (*cough*knees*cough*), and by 11:30 I'd slept enough to take the edge off the exhaustion, at which point Pain clamored for its share of attention. I slept on the couch for maybe an hour with my feet up, which helped my knees but put more pressure on my hips and lower back, which also hurt. Back to bed, where our bedroom felt stifling hot so I sat in the freezing-cold office for a bit and then slept on the guest bed until I got cold. Then I went back to my own bed and tossed and turned. I've crawled back into bed twice already for naps. The pain has largely died down, so hopefully tonight will be better. I'll just have to remember not to do anything stupid that stresses out my knees (like, um, go to three clogging classes in two nights. Which I am almost certain to do.)
I have a low IQ!
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I'd be concerned about this, except that I just can't bring myself to care. I am somewhat pleased to state that for a few of the questions, I didn't even know what the reference was to, much less what the correct answer was (sadly, I did know who the "Leave Britney alone!" kid was). (I also like the fact that if the sponsor for the completely clean quiz is an adult toy manufacturer.)
Inky is driving me insane. He didn't get his quota of cuddling yesterday because of all the people in the house, so now he wants to be on top of me Every. Single. Minute. No. Matter. What. I. Am. Doing. I'm a little worried about how he's going to handle it while we're gone for a week. Chris and Marina will be here, but he doesn't like them as much as he likes John and I. Hopefully he'll get over it while we're gone.
Mom steadfastly refuses to either die or get better. We took her to the eye doctor, where he said exactly what I knew he would say: he can't do a thing for her. She doesn't need glasses, she needs to get her blood sugar under control before she pops more blood vessels in her eye. He referred her to a retinal specialist who might be able to do some eye surgery to repair the older damaged vessels. In the meantime, the trip plus the appointment plus the inevitable arguments took 4 hours. Since they came smack dab out of the middle of the day, we got absolutely nothing done except taking her to the eye doctor. Oh, and having an argument about whether or not she could get up from the examination chair without help-- she insisted she could, I knew damned well she couldn't. Eventually I told her to prove it, and then I won the argument, where "won" is defined as "had to run and catch her before she fell".
