strange bedfellows

I'm not entirely sure whether or not my headache is gone. I still don't feel quite right, but I don't actually hurt. I just feel like maybe I will hurt again soon. If that happens, this will be day three of the headache. Scott suggested that I take a decongestant last night, and that helped a little bit, but nothing I've tried has cleared it entirely. It's in the front of my head, right above my eyes, so I don't think it's a tension headache.

The weather here is supposed to be bad heading into tomorrow. We might get as much as seven inches between now and tomorrow morning, and the temperature, with wind chill, might get as low as -20. All of that means that there may be no school. I'm hoping there is school because I've got a doctor's appointment at 9:30 that I'd rather not miss (I'm not willing to drag three kids along with me to this one). If there is school but it's quite cold, I will probably take a cab instead of the bus. I don't think standing at the bus stop would be good for me.

I wrote about 2200 words yesterday. It is, unfortunately, an unpostable fragment of a much, much larger work. It's not even from the beginning of the story because I've been writing pieces of this particular work wildly out of order. It's something that garnered no votes at all in my what should I write poll as well.

Scott made an extra trip out to Kroger yesterday because he'd forgotten lunchmeat and distilled water and because I'd forgotten to tell him to buy coffee for me.

We baked a bunch of potatoes for dinner. I forgot to set the timer, so they baked a lot longer than they should have. The skins ended up really hard and crunchy. They were still edible, but they were kind of difficult to deal with. Scott also stir fried some chicken and bok choy for us. Cordelia complained about it, as she always does, but she ate it.

There's a Girl Scout meeting today, and I really don't want to go. I'm just feeling so generally rotten that it feels like too much. Just about anything feels like too much. I don't want to go out to the library, either. I'm not sure how much is the headache since Friday morning, how much is anxiety, and how much is simply wanting to write instead.

I'm on day two of this headache. Naproxen knocked it back yesterday, but only just, and that only lasted about eight hours instead of the advertised twelve. I did try Amerge, too, on the theory that this is probably a menstrual migraine, but it did nothing at all. Right now, I'm waiting the requisite half an hour after taking omemprozale before eating and taking more naproxen.

Scott's alarm didn't go off, so he woke up forty minutes after he should have been at work. I don't know how much trouble he's in for that. (His alarm did go off at 5:00, when he normally gets up for work. He must have misset it.) He called to let them know he was coming and got himself out the door as fast as he could. He's not clear on why they didn't call when he didn't show up.

Scott did the grocery shopping this morning, but I'm going to have to send him back to the store this afternoon because I forgot to put coffee on the list-- I've got one spoonful of my mix left, and I need five spoonfuls to fill my mug tomorrow morning. I'd substitute Coca-Cola, but Scott didn't buy any this week because he wants to try switching to caffeinated tea with honey (his father gave him a diet book that he insisted Scott read that claims that eating honey makes one burn more fat. Right). We do have a few different caffeinated teas that I could try tomorrow morning, but I'd really rather have my coffee.

Cordelia is reading more. She's been coming up with new books to put holds on at the library; I'm not sure from where (maybe GoodReads? I don't know). She just finished Cinder by Marissa Meyer last night and has put a hold on the next book in the series. She's probably started reading Ruby Red by Kerstin Gier. I didn't tell her that both books have been on my list of things to try for a couple of years now. She did say that she didn't think I'd like Cinder, but I don't know why she thinks that except that she doesn't want me to like the same books she likes.

I was awakened this morning by a robocall from a local carpet cleaning business. It was a little after 10:00, so not horrifically early, but still-- What do they expect to gain from calling people on a Saturday morning?

That cut on my little finger that I got several days ago still needs a bandaid. I was going to try the night without one last night, but when I took off the old one, the cut started bleeding a bit. I see bandaids in my future for a while yet. It'll make tomorrow's shower interesting.