Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

My long Monday finally caught up with me late Tuesday afternoon. Most of Wednesday I felt like I was only half-here. Seeing doctor on Friday, hope to have some paperwork (aid applications that request info I don't remember where I filed, and notes regarding latest drugs we're trying) finished before then, so hoping I'm nearly done recovering from Monday. I missed 3LF rehearsal again, and the day just ended was a near total loss (the one "accomplishment" having been that I watched several television shows, which isn't really any sort of accomplishment but it does free up crucial tape for more shows.[*] This was a lot easier to take emotionally once I realized that the day was going to be a loss and that I'd recover faster if I just gave in. I'm often too stubborn (or too scared of impending deadlines, or just too busy) to do that, so I remain all frustrated and annoyed about it the whole time. This time I cued up the VCR and distracted myself. (Tho' it took until sometime in the afternoon for that realization and decision to be reached, so yah, I had a grumpy "why can't I get stuff done" morning.)

The "surprised I got all the way through that (and really glad I did)" Monday came on the heels of a "stayed in bed not able to do much, and slept a lot" Sunday that was the result of a "gig with way too many flights of stairs involved" Saturday night I did manage (barely) to stay awake long enough Sunday to see the Ravens win, which Dr. Housemate had trouble believing when it came up in conversation Monday, because the single game he's ever seen was one in which the Ravens played like crap against a team that they maybe shoulda' beat except that the other team failed-to-play-like-crap. (I told him they were clearly having a bad day that day ...)

I should probably take the fact that it took so long to clobber me as a good sign. (I didn't crash-and-burn Monday evening, and I actually felt pretty good when I woke on Tuesday, until about 16:30 when I started fading very badly.) It may have been a fluke, but I could use some good signs so I'll file it in that category while awaiting additional data.

I think the decision to take Ultram at least twice a day (on waking and at bedtime) without waiting to notice that I've been hurting that badly was a good idea. I think it might actually be more effective if taken before the pain gets "bad enough for it" than if I wait until I'm hurting worse -- I think its effects last longer if taken early, too. Anybody else have the same experience with Ultram? (There are other factors recently changed too, so I can't be certain that's it, but if this turns out to be a common phenomenon, that would be a pretty big clue.

Hmm. I wonder what he'll think of the monniker "Dr. Housemate"? He doesn't read this journal, so I'll have to remember to ask him.

[*] Did I mention getting teased by a cashier, while I was paying for videocassettes, for still using a VCR in this day and age?

"But the universe doesn't care what we can or cannot believe. It doesn't speak our language, so there's no reason it should 'make sense.'

"That's why science depends on evidence."

-- K.C. Cole, "Weird Science: Why editors must dare to be dumb", Columbia Journalism Review, July/August 2006 (thanks to tdj for pointing it out)