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I think I'm coming out of it.
Dec. 10th, 2021 08:10 pmHi. Today the headache is pretty much gone. It wasn't terrible, but it was constant, and I have only twinges of it today.
Got on to start work in the early afternoon, thinking I'd do a couple of things and then take a shower, and just sat in the chair working for maybe 5 hours straight. Maybe more. Of course a little of that was adding pictures to the going-away card for the much-beloved Denise, who is retiring, though surely she's younger than I am. Probably managed her finances better. :D But I got a handle on a few work things, and then went out and got "curbside" for supper---did you know that the box restaurant Red Robin has impossible burgers now? They do.
It just feels encouraging today, even with the neck swelling (partly cuz that one lump hasn't turned into a raging ear infection), to be suddenly closer to normal than to flat on my ass. Back. One is flat on one's back. Knocked on one's ass.
So the "ella chin in hand" icon I changed to my default icon yesterday doesn't seem appropriate for the stretch any more. Or I hope it won't be.
I continue to feel philosophical and distant from things. Saw that PBS was running that film from the guy building the cabin in the frozen north, and so the TV's been on that channel, and I've seen some News Hour plus some BBC reporting, including, in the latter case, an appreciation of Michael Nesmith, former Monkee and son of the inventor of Wite-Out, or Liquid Paper. A boomer white guy was going on about the deadpan humor and the wooly hat, and the young female of color participated with appreciation and respect.
Bob Dole's funeral stuff got some talk, too. Bob Dole was my senator when I was a kid, and, though he disappointed me greatly as years went by, I have a sort of appreciation for him. The other day I texted my brother to see if he remembered the name of the family diagonally behind us with the willow trees, cuz I think it was their mother who'd been Bob Dole's nurse-back-to-health nurse way back in his war injury recovery. He came up with CV as one of the kids, and also that the other was one of the Lisas in the neighborhood. We didn't know them well---not in our classes, as CV was a little older, and apparently a friend of Steve Engler's (one of the slightly older Englers). But as soon as I saw "CV" I remembered their last name. Not that I could find anything about their mom as nurse, or about CV, for that matter, online. Probably it'd been their mom's maiden name anyway.
Driving home from Red Robin, I talked to my folks in the car. I'd done that coming home from a movie, via the same route, a few years back, starting out by telling them about the animation in the credits of the film, and then just catching them up a little on what they've missed. Well, in case they hadn't heard about the pandemic, I told 'em about that. They never say anything, which is handy, if quiet. It's just that that bridge on Ellsworth, where I had flashbacks & a small panic one day, flush with something about the car wreck I was in at 16, as I was talking to a(n actual) Karen I know on the phone--- there's something about death and that bridge. I think that bridge is a 4 out of 10 in its last inspection. Maybe I oughta go a different way.
But I figured I had to go south this evening, cuz the part of Packard I'd have needed at the corner of Carpenter, if I'd come back that way, had 3 or 4 cop cars surrounding wreckage, blue & red lights a-flashin', and it was gonna be a while before anybody could get through that way.
Tomorrow I think I can go to the store. Or make a list, and go to the store the next day.
That dinner is settling in now, and I'm about ready to nap again, or just chill and watch some TV. I did scan some postcards, though, and should upload those, for PotD fodder. Cuz I'm back, baby?
Got on to start work in the early afternoon, thinking I'd do a couple of things and then take a shower, and just sat in the chair working for maybe 5 hours straight. Maybe more. Of course a little of that was adding pictures to the going-away card for the much-beloved Denise, who is retiring, though surely she's younger than I am. Probably managed her finances better. :D But I got a handle on a few work things, and then went out and got "curbside" for supper---did you know that the box restaurant Red Robin has impossible burgers now? They do.
It just feels encouraging today, even with the neck swelling (partly cuz that one lump hasn't turned into a raging ear infection), to be suddenly closer to normal than to flat on my ass. Back. One is flat on one's back. Knocked on one's ass.
So the "ella chin in hand" icon I changed to my default icon yesterday doesn't seem appropriate for the stretch any more. Or I hope it won't be.
I continue to feel philosophical and distant from things. Saw that PBS was running that film from the guy building the cabin in the frozen north, and so the TV's been on that channel, and I've seen some News Hour plus some BBC reporting, including, in the latter case, an appreciation of Michael Nesmith, former Monkee and son of the inventor of Wite-Out, or Liquid Paper. A boomer white guy was going on about the deadpan humor and the wooly hat, and the young female of color participated with appreciation and respect.
Bob Dole's funeral stuff got some talk, too. Bob Dole was my senator when I was a kid, and, though he disappointed me greatly as years went by, I have a sort of appreciation for him. The other day I texted my brother to see if he remembered the name of the family diagonally behind us with the willow trees, cuz I think it was their mother who'd been Bob Dole's nurse-back-to-health nurse way back in his war injury recovery. He came up with CV as one of the kids, and also that the other was one of the Lisas in the neighborhood. We didn't know them well---not in our classes, as CV was a little older, and apparently a friend of Steve Engler's (one of the slightly older Englers). But as soon as I saw "CV" I remembered their last name. Not that I could find anything about their mom as nurse, or about CV, for that matter, online. Probably it'd been their mom's maiden name anyway.
Driving home from Red Robin, I talked to my folks in the car. I'd done that coming home from a movie, via the same route, a few years back, starting out by telling them about the animation in the credits of the film, and then just catching them up a little on what they've missed. Well, in case they hadn't heard about the pandemic, I told 'em about that. They never say anything, which is handy, if quiet. It's just that that bridge on Ellsworth, where I had flashbacks & a small panic one day, flush with something about the car wreck I was in at 16, as I was talking to a(n actual) Karen I know on the phone--- there's something about death and that bridge. I think that bridge is a 4 out of 10 in its last inspection. Maybe I oughta go a different way.
But I figured I had to go south this evening, cuz the part of Packard I'd have needed at the corner of Carpenter, if I'd come back that way, had 3 or 4 cop cars surrounding wreckage, blue & red lights a-flashin', and it was gonna be a while before anybody could get through that way.
Tomorrow I think I can go to the store. Or make a list, and go to the store the next day.
That dinner is settling in now, and I'm about ready to nap again, or just chill and watch some TV. I did scan some postcards, though, and should upload those, for PotD fodder. Cuz I'm back, baby?
