11/25/2011
Not a lot to say right now, I've been flattened by this illness. "But the nurse you saw on Wednesday said you were fine!" Michael said, to tease me. Haha. Last night I went to bed at midnight and at some point I woke up needing to use the bathroom - my headache was still there and it was so bad that any time I moved it just pulsed in my head like a giant bass drum. I kept thinking of my skull as a rotten pumpkin with the goop on the inside sloshing around. That's not completely accurate as I don't have any head congestion (though my nose has been a tiny bit snotty this morning) but the rotten part, for sure. I ended up crashing on the couch until I woke up to the kids watching television. I think it was around 6am, I couldn't tell for sure peering at the analog clock with my glasses off. I managed to choke down a couple of acetaminophen and lowered myself gingerly back into bed, nearly weeping from the pain of it.
I slept fitfully, having some weird dreams in which I was hanging out with a younger version of my mother for much of them, until 12:30. By this point my body was just sore from lying in the same position so I got up and carefully made my way to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and brush my teeth.
Michael has taken Margaret out to the mall. Since she wasn't at daycare on Wednesday and we didn't think to stop by to get her stuff, she doesn't have any snow pants. This sucks as we've got all of this gorgeous snow out there and she can't even go out in it. I'm thinking about digging out one of kidlet's old pairs, if we've got it, for her to wear even if they're too big. Normally I'd just put on four pairs of sweatpants and call it good but with her recent illnesses I don't want to risk it. Little Michael is back outside, digging in that snowbank. Hey, if it makes him happy.
As for me I finally relented and I took one of the Vicodin left over from my knee surgery. I feel a little bad doing it, but even regular doses of acetaminophen weren't doing more than taking the edge off the pain and it's been three days so fuck that noise. My goal is to feel good enough to take a shower and change my clothes, then we'll see where I can go from there. Right now I'm just sitting as still as possible until it kicks in.
Once I'm not feeling so shit I have fun things to talk about - I'm planning to make some Advent calendars for my kids and Jenn's kids. I really enjoyed drawing out the fun of Hallowe'en for a few weeks before the actual day, and I'd like to start doing that for xmas, too. With the exception of the past two days the kids have been so good lately and I want them to have something fun to look forward to. Thank goodness December doesn't start for a few days, I should have time to get them done. My only conundrum is that I'm using small satin pouches for each day and need a good way to display them. I thought about a small artificial tree but that's a lot of space. Maybe a rope with the bags clothespinned to it?
Oh...I just turned my head and it took a split second for things to catch up so I think the Vic is in residence. Off to hit the showers.
I slept fitfully, having some weird dreams in which I was hanging out with a younger version of my mother for much of them, until 12:30. By this point my body was just sore from lying in the same position so I got up and carefully made my way to the bathroom to splash some water on my face and brush my teeth.
Michael has taken Margaret out to the mall. Since she wasn't at daycare on Wednesday and we didn't think to stop by to get her stuff, she doesn't have any snow pants. This sucks as we've got all of this gorgeous snow out there and she can't even go out in it. I'm thinking about digging out one of kidlet's old pairs, if we've got it, for her to wear even if they're too big. Normally I'd just put on four pairs of sweatpants and call it good but with her recent illnesses I don't want to risk it. Little Michael is back outside, digging in that snowbank. Hey, if it makes him happy.
As for me I finally relented and I took one of the Vicodin left over from my knee surgery. I feel a little bad doing it, but even regular doses of acetaminophen weren't doing more than taking the edge off the pain and it's been three days so fuck that noise. My goal is to feel good enough to take a shower and change my clothes, then we'll see where I can go from there. Right now I'm just sitting as still as possible until it kicks in.
Once I'm not feeling so shit I have fun things to talk about - I'm planning to make some Advent calendars for my kids and Jenn's kids. I really enjoyed drawing out the fun of Hallowe'en for a few weeks before the actual day, and I'd like to start doing that for xmas, too. With the exception of the past two days the kids have been so good lately and I want them to have something fun to look forward to. Thank goodness December doesn't start for a few days, I should have time to get them done. My only conundrum is that I'm using small satin pouches for each day and need a good way to display them. I thought about a small artificial tree but that's a lot of space. Maybe a rope with the bags clothespinned to it?
Oh...I just turned my head and it took a split second for things to catch up so I think the Vic is in residence. Off to hit the showers.