Water and gas service returned just before noon yesterday. Once everyone had pooped, the kids each retreated to their respective rooms and I barely saw either of them the rest of the day. I went to bed and died until time for the Penn St/Purdue game. I made it to halftime, barely. I mean, once Morrissette caught a would-be touchdown out of bounds because he was confused by the home-field paint job, the game was pretty much over. Here’s the clip:
After that, I put frozen chicken enchiladas in the oven for dinner and struggled to stay awake until they were done. I was in bed by 7:30. Solaris climbed onto my shoulder and there he stayed for the duration of the night.
G was the only one who seemed to have any life in him yesterday. The boy actually made his own coffee so that he could stay awake playing games. I know this because there were still a couple of cups’ worth left in the pot this morning. Hey, it was Saturday. There’s no reason for him to be up early today. The kid’s entitled to some fun.
I wish I could adequately explain how horrifyingly painful this headache is. The neurologist told me years ago that I don’t have migraines, but rather cluster headaches. I know how those feel and this isn’t that. I wish it were. I know how to treat cluster headaches. Nothing seems to be working. OTC meds are useless. Changes in diet (within the narrow range in which that is possible) have yielded no results. I cry through the night. I’d scream if I thought it would do any good. Taking the dogs outside is a dangerous proposition for fear that I might get too dizzy and fall. I dare not leave my phone behind, ever.
I want to say “thank you” to those who sent a bit of help yesterday. Unfortunately, I must repeat the request. My details are, Venmo: @C_I_Letbetter, and CashApp: $ciletbetter. Kat only has Venmo: @Katherine-Franson85.
Two weeks from today I turn 64. I don’t feel like celebrating at the moment. Perhaps I will by then. I’m definitely not doing a photoshoot this year (iykyk). But with G’s birthday and Thanksgiving the week before and end-of-the-month bills, can we afford to do anything at all? I’m not sure we can. The holidays are looking incredibly lean.
I don’t feel like typing anymore this morning. I’m sorry.