6:00 AM Migraine.

Boy to school.

Then

Then Dr. Slater

who gave me a shot of Toradol

and a refill scrip for

and a new scrip for

then here

where I felt

until

when I went

briefly chatted with

still felt

so I

until about

and told Luke to

I went to

to pick up some

Now it’s time for

Night Night

Things happened today. There was a lot of sleeping.

Then grocery shopping, bunny petting, hermit crab choosing (ending in disappointment), food eating, pie eating, homework “discussing” and other unrelated things.

That said, I am too tired to form coherent sentences so I will write a post tomorrow and backdate it so it looks like I’m on top of shit.

Look at this instead:

Oh what a night….late December back in ‘63; what a very special time for me….

I was not so ok when I woke up this morning. In addition to still being very much in pain in the back area I had a vicious migraine.

I woke up at 6:30 and then apparently hit the snooze button until it was 7:40 or so. Luke has to be at school at 8 or he is considered tardy. I raced (hah!) upstairs and shouted him out of bed. 

I went downstairs to put on my shoes and take some Imitrex. He got dressed and ready in record time and we bolted out the door, all while I was tripping all over myself apologizing to him for oversleeping.

We managed to make it on time and I drove home, head throbbing intent on showering and going to work.

As I shuffled into my bedroom, Eli was curled up on the bed. This was where I made my fatal mistake and laid down on the bed “just for a minute”.

2 hours later I awoke, headache free but guilt laden. I got ready to head to Walgreens to pick up some perscriptions.

On my way out I looked at this:

I wanted to go back here.

or here....

I resisted the urge to crawl onto one of those deliciously comfy things I can sleep on and went to Walgreens.

This guy was ticking me off. He was a loud cellphone talker and pretentious to boot. He gave off that “I think I am very important” vibe that only people who are not important give off.

Obnoxious yellow shirt man.

Father and son...

It was clear that the father didn’t speak much English and initially I thought the son was helping him get his perscriptions sorted out. The son carried a plastic bag filled with prescription bottles and was serving as a translator between his father and the pharmacist.

As they carried out their business I learned that they were actually there for the mother/wife and not for the father. This may not seem super unusual, but it was the manner in which they interacted that brought a lump to my throat.

Since it was the mother and not the father that needed assistance; it would have been easier for the son to come on his own. For some reason, it was so touching to see that not only did the father who had the hurdle of not speaking English still wanted to be the one to help his wife. In addition to that; the son, who could have done this much more quickly on his own, patiently translated for both his father and the pharmacist all so his father could help his mother himself.

He did it without impatience and with a a very clear “because I want to, not because I have to” compassion.

It was very endearing.

After about 20 minutes, I was able to get my prescriptions and I toddled off to work.

At work, there was a heating pad waiting for me courtesy of Charles. I sat in my comfy chair again, heating pad on high and settled into my day.

I had a soda on the table and I wanted it a bit closer and well….the mirror that was also on the table decided it no longer wanted to be on the table. It didn’t break, but it did make Charles come into my office to see what I had done to myself.

The mirror. Also, that is the teddy bear that Amy gave me when her contract ended.

The day itself was fairly innocuous, save for having to talk to one customer who had been calling incessantly. I don’t think he’ll be calling anymore.

I am grateful for the assistance of folks at work:

Charles is fixing my console for me.

While I haven't quite burned a hole through my body, I do have quite the nice collection of discolored skin on my back. By discolored, I mean burned.

There was an event at Luke’s school tonight that I wanted to attend but he didn’t want to. Given the status of my back we decided not to go.

He had done his homework and was fully engaged in this:

Luke playing Halo

I had a mad craving for Subway so I shuffled to the car and went to Subway. I got out of the car and the deafening sound of 16.8 billion birds the trees of the parking lot.

There were about 10-15 trees spread out in the parking lot and they were all full of birds. All the birds were screaming at the top of their lungs.

Odin snuggling with meMore snugglyand more...More snugglyMore snuggly

More Snugglies

and more...

I love this little snuggly boy so much. He just plops down and sleeps on me. He is so soft and cuddly.

Part of the gameroom

This is where the fridge will go. It

This is a lot of DVDs. They are not mine though; they just reside in my house courtesy of Eric.

(Yes, I do plan on replacing those curtains.)

The one thing that irritates me about the gameroom is this fan:

I actually really like the fan itself...

It is the remote that goes with the fan that is a thorn in my side. The battery cover is missing; and so was the battery. I wasn’t to upset about that because eh, who really cares about the cover. I picked up a new battery and when I went to put it in I noticed that there was a really small relay board that connects to what I’m assuming is a really small connection on the battery cover.

The remote.

I went to the website thinking that I could just order a new remote, but I could not find one anywhere. I send them an email w/ the part number so I hope that it will be just a simple fix.

I think it’s about time to try to get some sleep. I am looking forward to the weekend and not having to get up or not feeling guilty about not getting up.

Goodnight world.