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brightlotusmoonA migraine. Plus a sinus headache. Plus a tension headache. Plus shoulder pain. Plus sciatic pain. Plus hemiparetic tremors and spasticity. Plus knee pain.
No, really.
This is ridiculous. I want to see the manager. Shit, that's me.
I took a pill from the box of Paracetamol Plus Codeine that I had bought in London. There are plenty of pills, and I truly do not want to take them more than once or twice a month. In a few hours, I might even take a Flexeril. Seriously. This is one of those desperate times when I say "Fuck this, I'm doping myself up until it stops hurting."
When the disability lawyer calls back tomorrow, I'm going to have fun reciting all my diagnosed issues and symptoms.
In related news, I recently realized that one of my very biggest fears is seeing my husband worry about me to the point of tears. I mean really worry. I can't handle that, I fall apart. He's like my personal version of The Doctor (Doctor Who), so confident and certain. And he looks at me and he watches me not get better and I think it's breaking him and I wish I had a magic healing wand.
When I get stressed, I barely eat. I dislike forcing myself to eat just because I'm upset. But food is yummy and I make sure my bodymind understands.
Our new dryer was installed this morning. It's a Maytag. Adam kept trying to compare it to our Kenmore washer, which we bought in 2009. I kept telling him, "They're both white. They both get our laundry done. That's good enough." Now I will have fun playing with the settings. Our old dryer had been in the house for almost thirty years, so it will be lovely to work with a dryer whose settings I can actually read and manipulate.
No, really.
This is ridiculous. I want to see the manager. Shit, that's me.
I took a pill from the box of Paracetamol Plus Codeine that I had bought in London. There are plenty of pills, and I truly do not want to take them more than once or twice a month. In a few hours, I might even take a Flexeril. Seriously. This is one of those desperate times when I say "Fuck this, I'm doping myself up until it stops hurting."
When the disability lawyer calls back tomorrow, I'm going to have fun reciting all my diagnosed issues and symptoms.
In related news, I recently realized that one of my very biggest fears is seeing my husband worry about me to the point of tears. I mean really worry. I can't handle that, I fall apart. He's like my personal version of The Doctor (Doctor Who), so confident and certain. And he looks at me and he watches me not get better and I think it's breaking him and I wish I had a magic healing wand.
When I get stressed, I barely eat. I dislike forcing myself to eat just because I'm upset. But food is yummy and I make sure my bodymind understands.
Our new dryer was installed this morning. It's a Maytag. Adam kept trying to compare it to our Kenmore washer, which we bought in 2009. I kept telling him, "They're both white. They both get our laundry done. That's good enough." Now I will have fun playing with the settings. Our old dryer had been in the house for almost thirty years, so it will be lovely to work with a dryer whose settings I can actually read and manipulate.
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Date: 2011-01-04 11:47 pm (UTC)Yay dryer! I'm a bit jealous we have to use the pay washer/dryer in the basement of the apartment complex my ONE problem with this place!!