May1

Another Day. . .

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Another Day. . .

Well, judging by the pain in my ear and neck, the whooshing is more likely an ear infection than anything related to Paxil.  Add in the fact that I’m dropping things and tripping on things and bumping into things moreso than usual, and it’s pretty much a sure bet.  Ah, but when to see the doctor?  The van is in for service today, the repairman for the hot tub is coming tomorrow – sometime between 8 and 5 – and the pond guy is coming Wednesday to finish up and get final approval.  By Thursday, am I going to be in too much pain to function?  I suppose the thing is, actually, to call the doctor and find out if there are evening hours.  *sigh* 

The pond, however, looks great.  I can hardly wait for it to warm up enough to sit out in the morning with coffee and newspaper, and hang with hubby there in the evening.  Right now, it’s cold and windy.  Any my ear hurts.

So, since it’s windy and cold, and I already spent plenty of time walking because Carolyn missed the bus and I have no car today, I decided to unpack some more fabric.  This is how I know I’m dropping things and tripping on things and bumping into things moreso than usual.  I’m going to have to do it in dribs and drabs, because it’s just so darned overwhelming.  One box at a time. . .

Apr24

Pursuit of Normalcy, Update

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Pursuit of Normalcy, Update

It looks like the Paxil is out of my system completely.  Except for the whooshing pulse in my right ear, which is not as bad as it was before, everything seems fine.  I’m back to being mentally all over the place, more easily irritated but still more in a good mood than bad, trouble sleeping because my brain won’t turn off, but more philosophical than self-pitying about the tiredness.  Yeah, it’s frustrating going back, but not bad enough to feel depressed about it, which is key.  So far, it seems like I should be able to deal. . .

Apr23

Yes, It’s Been a While.

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Yes, It’s Been a While.

So sue me.  Oh, wait, you can’t.  That would be frivolous.  Sort of like Linda Calbi blaming the hospital for her son’s death.  Forget the fact that she had a violent history, her husband had tried and failed to keep her kids away from her, she was drunk and high and beat the kid up and kicked him in the neck, and >he< called the ambulance for himself while she was becoming more and more oblivious, it’s the hospital’s fault he died.

In other areas of frivolity, we have some funny financial decisions going on in the Senate.  Apparently, it’s more important to buy new helicopters that have a history of killing the people inside them and taking off on their own, and which won’t be ready until 2008, if then, if they work out the design kinks, than to provide troops with equipment that will protect them now.  This bill will, however, protect the jobs of several senators whose states manufacture the aircraft by funneling money into their districts, so clearly it is not frivolous at all.