Mango juice. Nope.
Hot tub. Nope.
Internet…check my emails; chat with Liz (gosh, she looks great! I wish I had long hair!)
Check T-net. Nothing there.
Write some cards. Read a little. Knit a little. It is 0245…and I’m just restless. I guess I should be glad that I can GET restless and so something about it. I could fold laundry or do the sihes dishes, but that sounds too much like work (and noise). I guess I will try the hot tub again. I finished off all the mango juice and I only have enough milk for coffee in the morning.
If this doesn’t work, I guess I’ll pay some bills online. That always makes the time speed by.
It was my head. I took all my abortive meds and sucked on oxygen until the tanks were empty. Went in, got a shot (well,four) since my BP was, oh….235/198. My head really hurts. If I could have found a drill, I would have let the evil spirts out around 0300. It’s been 45 minutes now and it is just starting to ease up a little. One day I’m not going to be able to get a shot and I will just up and die. No pulling my hair; no banging my head. I’ll just drop in my tracks. I think there are only so many more clusters I have room for in my head.