American Heritage Dictionary -
cre·pus·cu·lar /[kri-puhs-kyuh-ler]
adj.
1. Of or like twilight; dim: “the period's crepuscular charm and a waning of the intense francophilia that used to shape the art market” (Wall Street Journal).
2. Zoology. Becoming active at twilight or before sunrise, as do bats and certain insects and birds.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Doctor Time
Well, I get to go back to see my gastroenterologist, Dr. M. Last time I saw her was 3 months ago, and was NOT fun.
Now I get to go in and tell her that the drugs aren't working.
Who knows what evil meds she will give me next...
Now I get to go in and tell her that the drugs aren't working.
Who knows what evil meds she will give me next...
Friday, October 27, 2006
Surprise!
So I'm about to go outside and check the laundry.
There's this white towel that is just outside the back door, whose reflection through the glass looks almost like a snake.
I open the door, and there's...
a big white snake!
It's the cornsnake that got out back in MAY! Just lookin' up at me, like, "let me in! It's cold out here!"
Heh.
He's incredibly healthy looking--a few new scars, including what looks like a bite mark, but otherwise perfectly okay!
Woo!
There's this white towel that is just outside the back door, whose reflection through the glass looks almost like a snake.
I open the door, and there's...
a big white snake!
It's the cornsnake that got out back in MAY! Just lookin' up at me, like, "let me in! It's cold out here!"
Heh.
He's incredibly healthy looking--a few new scars, including what looks like a bite mark, but otherwise perfectly okay!
Woo!
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
The Food We Eat
It really says a lot about the food you're eating when you give the dog a *tiny* sliver of meat and she promptly pukes. Luckily the newspaper was there on the floor so I could hold her over it--burying the sex offenders article in a copious amount of I don't even want to describe it.
I've been slightly nauseous all day, and when ttk almost dropped the newspaper, he almost had a hell of a lot more mess to clean up.
I've been slightly nauseous all day, and when ttk almost dropped the newspaper, he almost had a hell of a lot more mess to clean up.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Daisy 199?-2006
She's gone.
My vet gave her a small injection in her hip. She stopped her frantic, constant movements and relaxed into my hands. She licked her nose, yawned a few times, and then just kinda went to sleep. Truly, just to sleep. She was relaxed and no longer intensely desperate. I felt her little heart beating in my palm as the doctor went to get the syringe of drug that would stop her heart.
The first vein he tried was too hard to find. He tried the other leg. A backwash of blood into the syringe, and the clear pink drug slid into her system. Her heart beat steadily, then stopped. No flutter, no hesitation. Gone.
I thanked him, for being able to do that for her, for us.
We brought her little body home, so light now, and curled her up in her tiny bed that came with her when we adopted her so long ago. She loved that bed, and would prefer to curl up in it rather than snuggle in the copious amounts of bedding I had provided.
She hated all other ferrets in life, and would savage them while screaming at the top of her lungs, but in death she curled into the same tin with little Miranda.
When our first ferret died, we interred her in a metal tin
gaily colored with a christmas scene
since we wanted to bury her in our own land, and not some soon-to-be-forgotten rental. Her sister followed soon after, and fit next to her. When Fatboy died so suddenly, we found another tin
this one gold with fluer-de-lis on the top, both once held butter cookies but are somehow well suited to their new task
for him, and for Azrael when she passed.
We have three of these tins now, lined up in the front yard like some sort of eccentric art.
We know what's in there, why they're there, though others don't.
Tiny crypts.
My vet gave her a small injection in her hip. She stopped her frantic, constant movements and relaxed into my hands. She licked her nose, yawned a few times, and then just kinda went to sleep. Truly, just to sleep. She was relaxed and no longer intensely desperate. I felt her little heart beating in my palm as the doctor went to get the syringe of drug that would stop her heart.
The first vein he tried was too hard to find. He tried the other leg. A backwash of blood into the syringe, and the clear pink drug slid into her system. Her heart beat steadily, then stopped. No flutter, no hesitation. Gone.
I thanked him, for being able to do that for her, for us.
We brought her little body home, so light now, and curled her up in her tiny bed that came with her when we adopted her so long ago. She loved that bed, and would prefer to curl up in it rather than snuggle in the copious amounts of bedding I had provided.
She hated all other ferrets in life, and would savage them while screaming at the top of her lungs, but in death she curled into the same tin with little Miranda.
When our first ferret died, we interred her in a metal tin
gaily colored with a christmas scene
since we wanted to bury her in our own land, and not some soon-to-be-forgotten rental. Her sister followed soon after, and fit next to her. When Fatboy died so suddenly, we found another tin
this one gold with fluer-de-lis on the top, both once held butter cookies but are somehow well suited to their new task
for him, and for Azrael when she passed.
We have three of these tins now, lined up in the front yard like some sort of eccentric art.
We know what's in there, why they're there, though others don't.
Tiny crypts.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Ahhh, technology!
How's this for good use of combined technology:
TTK calls an his cell phone and says traffic just went to a dead stop, in Novato.
I go to 511.org and pull up the map.
Downed powerlines and car accident, and brushfire blocking ALL northbound lanes...they "suggest alternate route" so I googlemap the nearest offramp for him, and figure out how to get him home (there's all of one other way and it goes waaaay east, but it's better than sitting in a parking lot for an hour.) from where he is.
I give him directions...he'll call me when he reaches Petaluma or is hopelessly lost (fingers crossed for the former!)...
TTK calls an his cell phone and says traffic just went to a dead stop, in Novato.
I go to 511.org and pull up the map.
Downed powerlines and car accident, and brushfire blocking ALL northbound lanes...they "suggest alternate route" so I googlemap the nearest offramp for him, and figure out how to get him home (there's all of one other way and it goes waaaay east, but it's better than sitting in a parking lot for an hour.) from where he is.
I give him directions...he'll call me when he reaches Petaluma or is hopelessly lost (fingers crossed for the former!)...
Friday, October 6, 2006
interlude #145
conversation with my sister (her youngest just turned 1 last month)
Her: Owp! Hold on...
[running and small child googly noises in the background]
Her (picking up the phone, out of breath): Sorry! She headed into (her brother's) room...and he's asleep.
Me: She's toddling now?
Her, flatly: Toddling? NO. Not toddling: she's running. Full on, as fast as she can.
heh.
Her: Owp! Hold on...
[running and small child googly noises in the background]
Her (picking up the phone, out of breath): Sorry! She headed into (her brother's) room...and he's asleep.
Me: She's toddling now?
Her, flatly: Toddling? NO. Not toddling: she's running. Full on, as fast as she can.
heh.
Thursday, October 5, 2006
Working...
I'm still at school, in the computer lab.
My brain is melting.
My final project isn't even close to being finished.
I have no color sense.
I take that back--I have a poor color sense.
I am trying to come up with a workable palette of colors for this damn website that I am creating, and everything is either boring as hell, or makes my eyes bleed.
And we're supposed to code it using tables, although tables as layout is old school. Can you say frustrating?
And as I am trying to do this, things that I can simply type up in code, I am searching all over the Dreamweaver program trying to find the button, lever, or switch that should insert said style directly into the page all easy and shit. The easy part is just typing it in, but since I am trying to learn this software, I am doing it the hard way: assuming I have very little hand-coding HTML skills.
Bleah.
OW, my brain.
What I really need, really really, more than an exercise class or a computer class, is a GOOD, ERGONOMIC work area!
This whole "end of the couch" thing has got to go--3 years of this, and my back is like broken tinker toys.
Ow, my brain.
Yes, I am repeating myself. You wanna see my lame project?
Well, too bad--I am not posting the link here until it's all done, so nyeah.
But, you can take a look at my origami page that was homework #4:
here
Enjoy.
I'm going home, if I can find my car.
TTK, you want me to bring home a chicken?
Heh.
My brain is melting.
My final project isn't even close to being finished.
I have no color sense.
I take that back--I have a poor color sense.
I am trying to come up with a workable palette of colors for this damn website that I am creating, and everything is either boring as hell, or makes my eyes bleed.
And we're supposed to code it using tables, although tables as layout is old school. Can you say frustrating?
And as I am trying to do this, things that I can simply type up in code, I am searching all over the Dreamweaver program trying to find the button, lever, or switch that should insert said style directly into the page all easy and shit. The easy part is just typing it in, but since I am trying to learn this software, I am doing it the hard way: assuming I have very little hand-coding HTML skills.
Bleah.
OW, my brain.
What I really need, really really, more than an exercise class or a computer class, is a GOOD, ERGONOMIC work area!
This whole "end of the couch" thing has got to go--3 years of this, and my back is like broken tinker toys.
Ow, my brain.
Yes, I am repeating myself. You wanna see my lame project?
Well, too bad--I am not posting the link here until it's all done, so nyeah.
But, you can take a look at my origami page that was homework #4:
here
Enjoy.
I'm going home, if I can find my car.
TTK, you want me to bring home a chicken?
Heh.
Wednesday, October 4, 2006
Just Another Day at the Ranch
How many people do you know would be happy to have this happen:
I'm geeking, and I hear the neighbor call "Hellooo?".
I open the door, and Bob is standing at the gate, all grubby and gloved...
I open the gate, and he hands me...
a HUGE dead gopher.
"Here, I thought you might want to feed this to one of your critters."
Me--"Oh, Thank you! Man! That's the KING gopher!"
Him: "Yeah, it's been eating well. Too well."
Heh!
I don't know which was more weird: that my neighbor knew me well
enough to present me with a corpse, or that I was pleased about it....
I'm geeking, and I hear the neighbor call "Hellooo?".
I open the door, and Bob is standing at the gate, all grubby and gloved...
I open the gate, and he hands me...
a HUGE dead gopher.
"Here, I thought you might want to feed this to one of your critters."
Me--"Oh, Thank you! Man! That's the KING gopher!"
Him: "Yeah, it's been eating well. Too well."
Heh!
I don't know which was more weird: that my neighbor knew me well
enough to present me with a corpse, or that I was pleased about it....
Friday, September 8, 2006
Interlude #50
Me: I think that potato soup has gone bad...smell it.
Him: It smells...funky!
Me: I'll give it to the chickens.
Him: ...and we'll see if _they_ die.
Me: They eat all sorts of shit, it won't hurt 'em. Hell, they eat Pocky's shit...which is a little too much recycling for me.
[note: Pocky eats the chicken's shit, hence the recycling. -- Ed.]
[I always wondered who Ed was when I'd read that...]
Him: It smells...funky!
Me: I'll give it to the chickens.
Him: ...and we'll see if _they_ die.
Me: They eat all sorts of shit, it won't hurt 'em. Hell, they eat Pocky's shit...which is a little too much recycling for me.
[note: Pocky eats the chicken's shit, hence the recycling. -- Ed.]
[I always wondered who Ed was when I'd read that...]
Thursday, September 7, 2006
No Swimming for Me...
..today, because Wednesday I was in so much pain I was crying by evening...between my back and my gut, I feel like I just can't get a breath without pain.
On a good note though...
Woo! Baby sand boas!
8 little tiny copies of their father!
--the mother is anerythristic, and the father is a normal, so all the babies are orange and brown like dad and not black and grey like mom...but, they are all heterozygous for anerythristic (blogger's spellchecker is freaking out on me, heh.) so if THEY are bred to anerys, then THEIR babies will be black and grey. Dontcha just love this genetics stuff?
My other female sand boa is gravid, too...all boa species are live birth, what is known as ovoviviparous: meaning that the eggs develop inside, with a soft membrane rather than a shell, rather than being laid and hatching later.
I have yet to see them give birth--they are SAND boas, after all, and live in sand...buried, I should say.
Oh, and one lone cornsnake egg hatched. There's still another, but it's stubbornly staying eggish and not even pipping.
On a good note though...
Woo! Baby sand boas!
8 little tiny copies of their father!
--the mother is anerythristic, and the father is a normal, so all the babies are orange and brown like dad and not black and grey like mom...but, they are all heterozygous for anerythristic (blogger's spellchecker is freaking out on me, heh.) so if THEY are bred to anerys, then THEIR babies will be black and grey. Dontcha just love this genetics stuff?
My other female sand boa is gravid, too...all boa species are live birth, what is known as ovoviviparous: meaning that the eggs develop inside, with a soft membrane rather than a shell, rather than being laid and hatching later.
I have yet to see them give birth--they are SAND boas, after all, and live in sand...buried, I should say.
Oh, and one lone cornsnake egg hatched. There's still another, but it's stubbornly staying eggish and not even pipping.
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
Steve
Steve Irwin has died.
I keep hoping it's all a bad joke, and they're gonna call it off any minute now...I felt this same way when Jim Henson died: Like we just got ripped off--the creativity and changes he made to this world have been pinched. Yeah, there's all the stuff we already have, but there's not going to be any more--no more wondering what he's going to come up with next, no more awe and joy at what he does come up with.
Ach--I'm not saying this well at all.
Normally I find the concept of the Rainbow Bridge to be sappy and maudlin...but this post is fabulous: An interesting day at the Rainbow Bridge.
The Internet is completely glutted with stories, comments, and pictures about Steve and his life, and his death.
Opinions range from "he brought it on himself, tormenting the creature" to "he's a hero!" while facts are being repeated, rumored, misquoted, created, and basically mangled. It's hard to find an accurate, objective news story...some are reporting that he was filming for one show, then another, then that he was filming coral, filming stingrays, that he was attacked, that it was an accident, on and on.
I trust the CNN versions more than the People Magazine or USA Today versions...but here's a few:
Steve Irwin's death clogs Web sites
and another:
http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2006-09-05-irwin-mourned_x.htm
http://news.google.com/news?num=30&hl=en&ned=us&ie=utf-8&q=Steve-Irwin
And let's not forget an article on Stingrays:
http://www.potamotrygon.de/fremdes/stingray%20article.htm
I keep hoping it's all a bad joke, and they're gonna call it off any minute now...I felt this same way when Jim Henson died: Like we just got ripped off--the creativity and changes he made to this world have been pinched. Yeah, there's all the stuff we already have, but there's not going to be any more--no more wondering what he's going to come up with next, no more awe and joy at what he does come up with.
Ach--I'm not saying this well at all.
Normally I find the concept of the Rainbow Bridge to be sappy and maudlin...but this post is fabulous: An interesting day at the Rainbow Bridge.
The Internet is completely glutted with stories, comments, and pictures about Steve and his life, and his death.
Opinions range from "he brought it on himself, tormenting the creature" to "he's a hero!" while facts are being repeated, rumored, misquoted, created, and basically mangled. It's hard to find an accurate, objective news story...some are reporting that he was filming for one show, then another, then that he was filming coral, filming stingrays, that he was attacked, that it was an accident, on and on.
I trust the CNN versions more than the People Magazine or USA Today versions...but here's a few:
Steve Irwin's death clogs Web sites
and another:
http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2006-09-05-irwin-mourned_x.htm
http://news.google.com/news?num=30&hl=en&ned=us&ie=utf-8&q=Steve-Irwin
And let's not forget an article on Stingrays:
http://www.potamotrygon.de/fremdes/stingray%20article.htm
Monday, September 4, 2006
Chai...Masala Chai
Chai means Tea in Hindi.
SO know that you sound like a dork ordering a Venti Chai Tea Latte...try to learn what the terms mean, okay?
Chai = Tea
Masala = Spice
Garam = Pungent/Hot/Fiery
A great site I found whilst trying to find a recipe for Masala Chai is a hindi translation page: http://www.wordanywhere.com/.
So anyway...
If you do a search for a chai recipe you will find about a thousand different versions...basically, it's black tea boiled with a combination of spices--usually cardamom, ginger, black pepper, cinnamon, and cloves. Let's not forget some sugar/sweetness, to bring out the robustness of the spices...
Since it's all about taste, and everyone has a slightly different spice preference level, you pretty much are left with personal trial and error to get to a spicy chai you like...
As I brewed my chai today, TTK had to bail to the front yard to get away from the profuse aroma--he went into a severe headache reaction...when he tried my chai last week, his tummy got so upset he had to take Pepto.
To me, the house smells heavenly...
I think I used too much cardamom, though--it's easy to do since cardamom is so powerful if it's fresh.
SO know that you sound like a dork ordering a Venti Chai Tea Latte...try to learn what the terms mean, okay?
Chai = Tea
Masala = Spice
Garam = Pungent/Hot/Fiery
A great site I found whilst trying to find a recipe for Masala Chai is a hindi translation page: http://www.wordanywhere.com/.
So anyway...
If you do a search for a chai recipe you will find about a thousand different versions...basically, it's black tea boiled with a combination of spices--usually cardamom, ginger, black pepper, cinnamon, and cloves. Let's not forget some sugar/sweetness, to bring out the robustness of the spices...
Since it's all about taste, and everyone has a slightly different spice preference level, you pretty much are left with personal trial and error to get to a spicy chai you like...
As I brewed my chai today, TTK had to bail to the front yard to get away from the profuse aroma--he went into a severe headache reaction...when he tried my chai last week, his tummy got so upset he had to take Pepto.
To me, the house smells heavenly...
I think I used too much cardamom, though--it's easy to do since cardamom is so powerful if it's fresh.
Saturday, September 2, 2006
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Okay, that was NOT Fun.
I ended up getting really sick while at school today...I made it to the pool, but then while in the water, still migraining, I had a panic attack. I just stood there in my swimlane and cried...I couldn't hear anything the echos are so bad there, I couldn't see anything because my glasses were at the opposite end of the pool, and my head was hurting so much I was dizzy and wanted to puke...It all came to the overload point.
Only one person noticed I was losing my shit, and she isn't one of the 80 instructors--she is a fellow Broken.
After class was over, I went to the computer lab and basically just sat there in the air conditioning, hidden in the Mac section, for about an hour. No, wait--they have a login/logout program, so I sat there for 82 minutes, exactly.
I still feel like shit--my neck is so tight you could use the tendons as violin strings...
On the bright side, the dogs were happy to see me.
Only one person noticed I was losing my shit, and she isn't one of the 80 instructors--she is a fellow Broken.
After class was over, I went to the computer lab and basically just sat there in the air conditioning, hidden in the Mac section, for about an hour. No, wait--they have a login/logout program, so I sat there for 82 minutes, exactly.
I still feel like shit--my neck is so tight you could use the tendons as violin strings...
On the bright side, the dogs were happy to see me.
Yes, a Negative Entry.
A few things I hate:
Waking up with a Migraine.
Cat puke.
Dog puke.
Entropy of the material world.
The telephone.
Cat puke on the bed.
Bridges.
Snake puke.
Stepping on a gopher foot in the morning while getting out of bed.
Mornings.
Puking.
TTK's constant losing his keys.
Anything having to do with puke.
Undiagnosable injuries/illnesses.
Waking up with a Migraine.
Cat puke.
Dog puke.
Entropy of the material world.
The telephone.
Cat puke on the bed.
Bridges.
Snake puke.
Stepping on a gopher foot in the morning while getting out of bed.
Mornings.
Puking.
TTK's constant losing his keys.
Anything having to do with puke.
Undiagnosable injuries/illnesses.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
ARRRGH!
THE FUCKING DOG JUST CRAPPED IN THE HOUSE--AFTER GOING OUTSIDE TO PEE!
That does it. I am not a dog person and I just am not coping with this crap everywhere, piss-mark everything behaviour.
That does it. I am not a dog person and I just am not coping with this crap everywhere, piss-mark everything behaviour.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Slammed!
Okay, I just got slammed, unfairly, on a public board about a private matter.
What the hell!
The whole blame dance is the reason I've pretty much separated myself from this group, and the shittiness and backstabbing that seems to infect the so-called leaders.
I've stepped away almost completely, but still someone had to take the opportunity to malign me.
Sigh.
It makes me feel all sick inside...my hands are shaking.
I WILL NOT BE A PART OF THIS.
The only reason I'm doing the little that I am is that no one else has stepped up to do it.
And yes, I'm being deliberately fucking vague because I DON'T want to get into the bullshit.
I can say how sick it makes me without saying just which group it is...
I wonder if I'll get accused of trying to take over again. Fuck this. I'm gonna go shower.
I'm so hurt I want to puke, or cry...I'm hoping I will get mad about it soon and stop feeling so sick.
What the hell!
The whole blame dance is the reason I've pretty much separated myself from this group, and the shittiness and backstabbing that seems to infect the so-called leaders.
I've stepped away almost completely, but still someone had to take the opportunity to malign me.
Sigh.
It makes me feel all sick inside...my hands are shaking.
I WILL NOT BE A PART OF THIS.
The only reason I'm doing the little that I am is that no one else has stepped up to do it.
And yes, I'm being deliberately fucking vague because I DON'T want to get into the bullshit.
I can say how sick it makes me without saying just which group it is...
I wonder if I'll get accused of trying to take over again. Fuck this. I'm gonna go shower.
I'm so hurt I want to puke, or cry...I'm hoping I will get mad about it soon and stop feeling so sick.
Interlude #3 of a Series
Me: Do you have someplace else you could use that new 250 Gig?
Him: What 250 Gig?
Me: The one you just bought!
Him: It's a 300 Gig. They're advertised as 320, but when you convert them into 1024 byte blocks, they're 300.
Me: Okay, can you use that new _300_ Gig in a different computer?
Him: Well, I could put it in the server. The server is using a Maxtor 200 Gig, that is old and has been cooked and I don't know how long it's going to last. Maxtors are--
Me (interrupting): So you could put the new drive in there and buy the 750 Gig for home.
Him: I'd rather spend the money on memory for my computer.
Me: Didn't you JUST BUY memory?
Him: Yes, that was for my OTHER computer.
Me: The server?
Him: No. (pause)
Me: Typhon?
Him: No.
Me (exasperated): Then WHAT other computer?
Him: The one I haven't set up yet.
Me: aaaAAAAaaaaa!
Him: You look like you are trying to study a new bacteria that keeps scuttling off the slide.
Him: What 250 Gig?
Me: The one you just bought!
Him: It's a 300 Gig. They're advertised as 320, but when you convert them into 1024 byte blocks, they're 300.
Me: Okay, can you use that new _300_ Gig in a different computer?
Him: Well, I could put it in the server. The server is using a Maxtor 200 Gig, that is old and has been cooked and I don't know how long it's going to last. Maxtors are--
Me (interrupting): So you could put the new drive in there and buy the 750 Gig for home.
Him: I'd rather spend the money on memory for my computer.
Me: Didn't you JUST BUY memory?
Him: Yes, that was for my OTHER computer.
Me: The server?
Him: No. (pause)
Me: Typhon?
Him: No.
Me (exasperated): Then WHAT other computer?
Him: The one I haven't set up yet.
Me: aaaAAAAaaaaa!
Him: You look like you are trying to study a new bacteria that keeps scuttling off the slide.
Friday, August 25, 2006
OW.
Okay, school just kicked my ASS.
I walked all over the campus trying to find everything--library, bookstore, classrooms, restrooms, computer lab, geek lounges, everything...and it decided to be a hot day, so by the time I got done, got over to Al's and checked on all critters, and then got home, I was BEAT.
Wednesday I used for recouperation--and tried to clean up this house. Amazing how dirty the place gets in 2 days when I'm not there to maintain it...
I got to swim Thursday, and enjoyed it so much I stayed in the water for an hour and a half (the teacher has two classes that overlap, so I was able to get in early.) This was probably--no, DEFINITELTY-a mistake. I was so sore that when TTK got home and I got up to greet him, he asked, alarmed, "Are you okay? You look horrible! You look like you're in pain!"
I did the octogenarian shuffle around the house getting ready for bed, at ten o'clock at night.
I woke up this morning with 3 dogs, two cats, and a kitten on me, and a raging migraine. And cramps. And colitis.
So why am I still awake? That's easy--I fell asleep at 7pm and just now woke up.
Believe it or not, I am REALLY going to enjoy these classes. Hell, I already have my homework done for my computer class! It was scary, though , to realize just how out-of-shape I am...I was winded after 10 minutes of slow-motion water exercises with the other partially mobile members of my "APE" class.
My "acquired brain injury" specialist wants me to take her class, "Coping with an ABI" which I would be fine with (I need the coping skills!), but it meets Mondays and Wednesdays, and I REALLY don't think I can deal with a 4-day a week school schedule. Making it 2 days a week will be quite an accomplishment for a person who has left the house on her own probably 6 times in the last 4 months...
We'll see--I'll give it a chance, 2 weeks, then drop it if I can't keep up with it.
I walked all over the campus trying to find everything--library, bookstore, classrooms, restrooms, computer lab, geek lounges, everything...and it decided to be a hot day, so by the time I got done, got over to Al's and checked on all critters, and then got home, I was BEAT.
Wednesday I used for recouperation--and tried to clean up this house. Amazing how dirty the place gets in 2 days when I'm not there to maintain it...
I got to swim Thursday, and enjoyed it so much I stayed in the water for an hour and a half (the teacher has two classes that overlap, so I was able to get in early.) This was probably--no, DEFINITELTY-a mistake. I was so sore that when TTK got home and I got up to greet him, he asked, alarmed, "Are you okay? You look horrible! You look like you're in pain!"
I did the octogenarian shuffle around the house getting ready for bed, at ten o'clock at night.
I woke up this morning with 3 dogs, two cats, and a kitten on me, and a raging migraine. And cramps. And colitis.
So why am I still awake? That's easy--I fell asleep at 7pm and just now woke up.
Believe it or not, I am REALLY going to enjoy these classes. Hell, I already have my homework done for my computer class! It was scary, though , to realize just how out-of-shape I am...I was winded after 10 minutes of slow-motion water exercises with the other partially mobile members of my "APE" class.
My "acquired brain injury" specialist wants me to take her class, "Coping with an ABI" which I would be fine with (I need the coping skills!), but it meets Mondays and Wednesdays, and I REALLY don't think I can deal with a 4-day a week school schedule. Making it 2 days a week will be quite an accomplishment for a person who has left the house on her own probably 6 times in the last 4 months...
We'll see--I'll give it a chance, 2 weeks, then drop it if I can't keep up with it.
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