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hummingwolf) wrote2011-09-29 11:19 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2011-09-29 11:19 pm
Good days, bad days
Yesterday, at various times throughout the day, I attempted to write an entry. It wasn't quite as coherent as I might have liked, reading something like this:
The above would have been even less coherent if I'd left in all the typos. Let's just say that, though Saturday was a marvelous day, and Sunday evening was good enough for me to go grocery shopping, this week has mostly been a migraine week. (It'd be nice if somebody would come up with either a migraine preventive or a treatment that didn't make me sick and miserable in its own right.) Monday I left the house, but not the yard. Tuesday I never made it outside at all. Wednesday afternoon was finally good enough for me to go to a library & then go shopping for exciting things like dish detergent and toilet paper, but I felt quite ill by the time I got home.
Today, Thursday, was finally another good day. Hooray! Actually, even today had too much migraine pain in it; but thanks to tea and painkillers (drugs can be good for something), most of the worst of it was over by the time I left for the farmers' market. After getting myself to the market, I made myself useful to several people (again: Hooray!), very sensibly got plenty of rest, then managed to become somewhat useful again. And after the market, I spent some time with people who were being very silly, which is an excellent way to end the day. Now I'm feeling rather tired and noticing the migraine pushing its way back into my consciousness (which is rapidly turning to semi-consciousness or pseudoconsciousness or something else that must involve fascinating brainwave patterns), but at least I have had one more good day.
Party! Celebrating Lyssa's birthday and a new house and love in general. I was tired, shaky, less shaky after eating a goodly portion of protein in form of grilled ground animal flesh. Not exactly the life of the party, not even close, but enjoying the life around me at the party. Thankful for the friend trying to help relax the rocks and guitar strings in my body where muscles and tendons are supposed to be.
Sunday grocery shopping at an organic market, looking for bread and pluots and cheese. Seeing a familiar man, and later a woman and two young girls, all people I've seen at a local farmers' market. In spite of the fact that everyone always seems to recognize me, I'm not sure any of those people recognized me.
typing mistyping the fingers missing keys, typing words that don't belong, inventing new words. Most amusing substitution was of course "cock" in place of "rock."
Reading contemporary poetry that makes less sense than MegaHAL.
migraine exhaustion
seriously not thinking well.
Breathe Easy blend--eucalyptus, rosemary, peppermint--mostly because it helps with the migraine, at least helps me think more clearly, at least gives the illusion of clearer thinking.
The above would have been even less coherent if I'd left in all the typos. Let's just say that, though Saturday was a marvelous day, and Sunday evening was good enough for me to go grocery shopping, this week has mostly been a migraine week. (It'd be nice if somebody would come up with either a migraine preventive or a treatment that didn't make me sick and miserable in its own right.) Monday I left the house, but not the yard. Tuesday I never made it outside at all. Wednesday afternoon was finally good enough for me to go to a library & then go shopping for exciting things like dish detergent and toilet paper, but I felt quite ill by the time I got home.
Today, Thursday, was finally another good day. Hooray! Actually, even today had too much migraine pain in it; but thanks to tea and painkillers (drugs can be good for something), most of the worst of it was over by the time I left for the farmers' market. After getting myself to the market, I made myself useful to several people (again: Hooray!), very sensibly got plenty of rest, then managed to become somewhat useful again. And after the market, I spent some time with people who were being very silly, which is an excellent way to end the day. Now I'm feeling rather tired and noticing the migraine pushing its way back into my consciousness (which is rapidly turning to semi-consciousness or pseudoconsciousness or something else that must involve fascinating brainwave patterns), but at least I have had one more good day.
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