Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"Actually, it's called 'poly' because the difficulty of keeping everyone happy is of polynomial difficulty. O(n^2 + c). Voice of experience here." -- commenter RS at Failure to Fire, on polyamorous relationships, 2013-09-30

Even though I haven't been away, I've been spending a lot of time either feeling unwell or very distracted, and at this point I think I'm a couple weeks behind on reading DW, a little farther behind on reading LJ, a week or so behind on Twitter except for spot checks now and then, and nearly three weeks behind on FB, so I'm declaring my pants bankrupt (dunno whether FB users will be familiar with that jargon; it started as an LJ thing).

While I'm at it ... status update: the last time I went to visit Mom at the rehab facility, I then ran a bunch of errands the next day, burned up too many spoons, and managed to send myself into a fibro flare bad enough and long enough to keep me from attending a wedding I'd been looking forward to seeing. And then the poor sleep caught me with a second round. I'd planned to go see Mom yesterday or the day before, but trying to stave off a migraine with the home remedies that might leave me still able to drive didn't work, so yesterday I gave in and took Imitrex (which, for me, leaves me too drugged-feeling to want to drive a car). Today ... I'm still trying to decide whether I'm up to the drive. ( a more detailed examination of a week if anyone's curious (probably not) )

Mom said she's been getting physical therapy and speech therapy (which she describes as mostly memory practice?) every day lately -- the first weeks she was there they didn't seem to be doing much. The last few days she was home, she was weaker and clumsier than usual because of the infection, but even before that things were getting harder, so I'm hoping that the physical therapy she was sent to rehab for does the good it's supposed to.

Mom is coming home on Thursday (which is also my brother's birthday). So I have to be well enough to drive over to the Eastern Shore then, since I'll be her ride. IIUC a nurse will be coming here a couple of times a week after Mom comes home. We still need to do something about having help here in addition to me the rest of the time.

I'll be glad when Mom isn't an hour and half drive away, and when I know she's in her own house where she wants to be instead of someplace where she's bored. (At the same time, I do confess that I've been glad to have a break from being responsible for her, and I've liked having the house to myself. Except for having to feed Pepper and let her out in the morning instead of just going back to bed after I get up to pee, and having had to take the landline off the hook in order to sleep at all.)

Got some other stuff I've been meaning to post, which I'll do separately. First, let me walk around away from things that glow and have text on them for a while, to see whether that makes any difference in how steady I feel.