...which is really just a way of saying "miscellaneous short subjects."
Bad night last night, but it was my own fault.
I know if I take a painkiller any stronger than plain ol' enteric-coated (there's the key right there) aspirin I am in for stomach trouble. But last night between the knee-ache and the "it's been throbbing all day" headache, I thought, "Well, I'll take the Omeprazole, and I'll eat a bowl of oatmeal (I always have mine plain, made with water, not milk), then I'll take the co-codamol, then I'll get right to sleep. Even if it does bother me, I'll sleep through it and it should be all right by morning."
Two hours later I woke up drenched in sweat and curled into a ball around my stomach. Agony don't half describe it.
It was another two hours before tummy settled down to a dull roar and I finally dropped off to sleep. Exhausted.
Lesson learned. Today I threw out the rest of the co-codamol tablets. And the next time Doogie Howser or one of his associates says "Oh, you can take them, as long as you take THIS (Omeprazole) first" - nuh uh. Not on your life.
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So today I had a good reason for doing virtually nothing. (In all honesty, I don't think I'd want to try doing anything too complicated; my brain is still half-asleep, and I plan to go to bed really early tonight - like, in a little while early.)
I had a message from a probably-about-16-times-remove
d cousin. The note started "Hey, I think I found thus-and-so!" I had no idea so many handwritten records have been digitized and were available online. By golly.
I've spent most of the afternoon and an hour or so this evening reading crabbed script (or trying to) and cross-referencing names / dates / places (or trying to) and fitting the pieces of the genealogy jigsaw together (or trying to). And if I'm right - IF, that is - then I have advanced one branch of my family back to a set of great-great-great-great-great-
great- grandparents. We are talking 1714 or thereabouts.
I figure it will turn out to have a misturning somewhere and not be the people I think they are (surname Cross - as if there aren't a gazillion). But for today, while I have the outline in front of me - it's right, it's real, and ain't that exciting!
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I'm doing fairly well with the resolutions. Except for a time-awareness / organization, I'm not sure I addressed "housework" as such. Probably a reason for that.
I like a neat 'n' tidy house. When the kids were home and I was a (relatively) young hausfrau, I had a system that worked pretty well, with a "tickler file." Any of you who have been secretaries, before the job developed into "personal assistants," will know what I'm talking about.
I've never gotten a system set up here, which in turn means I've yet to get organized. Ah well. With just the two of us, it's not so crucial, is it?
Until the realtor calls to say someone wants to see the house.
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A brief blip about the knee: SEAWAVE, thank you! She nudged me to be sure to keep up with some physical therapy and not wait till the appointment - several of you pointed out that I shouldn't just sit around waiting until the end of February. And right you are.
So today, since SEAWAVE has put some steel in my spine (or placed a well-planted foot where it'll do the most good, lol), I've got a new determination to get it working before the physio. There are plenty of exercises and leg-strengtheners I can do without machines and without a trainer. It will not only keep my knee more flexible, it should give me a good foundation to work from once I get to the formal program.
How's that for a plan?
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And I think that'll do it. My stomach is tetchy, sending up signals along the lines of "You better not forget what that stuff does, because next time it'll be porcelain-hugging all night." Shades of my misspent youth.
G'night, Sparklers, wherever you are!