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Dust Bunnies ~ Kurt Vile

Been experiencing a great deal of head pain lately and the opening line of this song is a fairly accuarate description of what I’ve felt like the last few days.

You may think that it’s funny now
That I got a headache like a shop vac coughin’ dust bunnies

Please listen responsibly.

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my mystery fever

I’ve had this weird fever all week. No other symptoms, just a fever. Well, headache too. (But I feel confident in saying I don’t have meningitis.)
I’m draggy, but not incapacitated…well, perhaps a little…
Early in week, I wrapped gifts, wrote, and took a pre-assessment for one of my education courses. I passed with no studying at all, now I can schedule that exam and check that course off my list. Boom! The next day, I did nothing but nap and take the hottest bath I could stand. Still didn’t break the fever. Yesterday, I got cute, went to the bank, post office, and to get my hair done. It nearly killed me. I came home and ate a bit, then pretty much fell asleep on the couch.
This morning I’m still slugging in my jammies, though I have stripped and remade the bed and put the sour, fever-smelling sheets in the washer.
This mystery fever has topped out at 102 and never dropped below 100. When I checked this morning, it was 101. I’m feeling a bit like Luigi from Cars. “Punch me Guido. Punch me in the face.”
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Not because I’m excited about Michael Schumacher’s Ferrai, but because I’m sick of his damn fever.

Of course, I’m one of those strange human beings who’s “normal” body temperature is closer to 96 than 98.6. This certainly caused a great deal of commotion with the nurse at every school I ever attended. When I was at 99 on her thermometer, the nurse would smile at me and send me back to class. My mom shut them down most of the time with a fierce phone call and a letter to be filed in the clinic that if I was at 99 or more she was to be called. That letter (or subsequent letters) followed me from school to school.

Anyway…
I’ve just put a small frozen pork roast in the sink of warm water to defrost. I’m going to cook it with some mojo and a bit of Nando’s Peri Peri sauce…but not too spicy, YBW doesn’t like it too spicy.
Is it starve a fever? I’m not sure. I’m so hungry! I’m going to feed this fever…
I’ll do laundry, even though it isn’t laundry day. I’ll try to finish wrapping the last of the Christmas pressies. (Hey, at least my OCD will feel well today.)
I will also take a nap. And maybe a bath. And maybe I’ll lie on the couch and watch Christmas movies…
I’m hoping I can go back to school tomorrow…cross your fingers, y’all!

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cocoon thoughts

Yesterday was adventurous.
I woke with a headache I couldn’t shake and a great deal of nausea. Had the indescribable “joy” of a blow out (tire not hair) on the way to babysit for a family I absolutely adore. (I look after them on Mondays. It’s my new favorite thing.)
Even though I was struggling, it turns out we had a good day. I was actually able to read one book. (Normally we read every bit of ten or more books.) I sat outside in the warm sun while they played. I even drew a chalk picture in the driveway. We did watch more television than we normally do, but that made it easier for me. Sometimes that’s just what’s up.

I came home and ate a bit of dinner, but even that didn’t really help my head so I got in the tubby. YBW was going to bed when I got out. I knew I wouldn’t sleep properly so I went downstairs to “Thing 2’s room” to lie slap in the middle of my old bed.

I had enough fioricet in me to ease the discomfort long enough to fall asleep but I was awake at three. Not ‘wide awake and bushy tailed’, but awake enough that pretty much every indiscriminate thought I ever had showed up for consideration.
A selective sample:
Oh, I love being in the middle of this bed! I didn’t realize how much I miss sleeping in my cocoon.

Wow! Thing 1 will be twenty two tomorrow, the same age I was when she was born.

Wonder if Sundance is awake right now.

Why doesn’t bacon cook itself? Bacon must have been the food of the Gods. They ate bacon and drank diet Dr Pepper up there on Mt Olympus for sure.

I wish Thing 2 was here.

Who put the ‘glad’ in gladiator? (this immediately lead to) Let’s go see N’s family. (my friends in AZ)

Why does it smell like Grandaddy’s house in here?

Man, VBCC used to be fun. Gotta call (my friend and mentor) J back.

Sweet Jesus! What if Donald Trump becomes our president? Wonder how hard it would be to emigrate to Canada? The U.K. would be better but across the ocean is too far away from the kids. Thing 2 wants to move to Canada anyway.

Wish we had some cereal in the house, I’m hungry.

Lunch with Little D and his daddy today.

Perhaps I should go upstairs and get in bed with YBW.

Why did Buffy love Angel so much? Take your tormented soul elsewhere, you whiny, mopey complainer.

This thought process went on for a little while before I finally rolled over and thought: Ugh! Just go back to sleep, you ridiculous girl!
And I did.

This morning I realized it smells like Grandaddy’s house in that room because there are still things in the closet that came from his house but I didn’t realize that in the middle of the night.
I also realized it reminded me of that Alanis song, These R the Thoughts.
Guess we all have them.

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accepting the new way of being

I’ve been home since September. With the exception of the wedding and Christmas, I haven’t really ‘done’ that much. I have these moments of inspiration. To paint the kitchen cabinets. To paint the bedroom. To rearrange the way we store things.
These moments of inspiration make me feel enthusiastic and purposeful!
I quite like it.
The moment I prep myself to consider tackling one of these projects I’m hit with the full realization that my brain is fighting against the rest of my body. I have the energy and the desire to step up. But every time I swing the bat, BAM! I’m hit full force with the pain I so successfully ignore while executing simple daily tasks.

I felt like I’d be at home and rest and heal and still get things done.
I’m considering forcing myself to begin a project. I’m excellent at finishing what I start. So by forcing myself to begin a project I know I’ll have to finish it. But, how will that impact the way I feel? What will that do to the healing process?
Let’s get real. I don’t really think I’m healing. I think this is just how it is. I’ve lived with pain before. I can do it again.
I’m sick and tired of waiting. Putting everything aside until I feel well.
I might not ever feel well again. Acceptance is key.
I accept that I might not “get better”. But I’m tired of putting my life on hold because of it. I’m just going to suck it up and do the things I choose to accomplish.
I will simply learn to function in this new way of being.

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my wonky head and Grinch-y heart

When I woke this morning I knew it was going to be a wonky head day. Not really bad, just that weird “full” feeling from the swelling and moderate pain behind my right eye.
Then I got the news my co-teacher wasn’t coming in today after I already got there, only tentatively ready to start my day. So I sucked it up and quickly made a new plan about how it would play out when the kids finally came to school.

In the midst of that madness, I saw an email from YBW to me and the darling rector of the church we’ve been visiting and where we’re getting hitched.
This is what it said:

Hi A,
I know that you had said that you needed to be told “yes I want to be married” in some fashion or another. So this is me letting you know that…
Yes, I want to marry Robynbird.
I know Robynbird has her stuff together, and I’ll be getting my stuff as well.
I think I can speak for both of us that we really do look forward to working with you.
Thanks,
–YBW

How precious is this man!?!
Reading these words made my Grinch-y heart grow three sizes today!

I know he wants to marry me…we’ve talked about it. We picked a date and a venue and a ring. He stood bravely and spoke eloquently in front of people who ridiculed him during his formative years and asked me to be his wife. We’re actively planning a wedding. But something about seeing it actually written down for someone else was special to me.

Trying on my shoes made it feel real. Reading his words made if feel legit. (Must remember adult vocabulary skills.)

Anyway, my head is still wonky. Meds, an icepack, and dinner helped…it’s only 6:30, but I’m toying with the idea of going to bed to see if it makes the last little bit of difference. Stupid swollen brain…I’m so over this ridiculousness. (Wow. I sound like a petulant child.)
That’s OK though, YBW still wants to marry me. (Yeah, I giggled when I wrote that…what’s it to ya?)

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