Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Okay, I pushed myself way too hard yesterday. So today I spent most of the day in bed, despite having better things to do. (I even kept nodding off during the football game; I think I saw about two minutes of each quarter.) I woke up with a sore throat. :-( And all four limbs hurt. Painters came and the doorbell woke me up because I'd slept through the alarm that was supposed to wake me before they got here. They did the floors upstairs in a few hours and left. My mother came by later with my youngest brother... Later she asked whether I wanted to go out to dinner, and I did want to but wasn't feeling well enough to go out, so I declined. Instead I went back to bed again, restrung my electric six-string, and fell asleep during a movie I was interested in. Faded into consciousness aware that I needed another Great Big Mug of something hot but unable to actually pull myself awake long enough to get out of bed and do anything about it until an hour later -- went to chop up my last serrano pepper and some garlic to toss into a mug of vegetable boullion, and the pepper had gone bad (so I added ground paprika -- not the same effect, but still useful). I'm thinking I should eat something solid as well, if I stay vertical long enough. (I did eat a frozen egg roll (nice) and a frozen burrito (one of the really cheap ones) sometime today, so my diet hasn't been entirely liquid.) It's hard to tell how much of the can't-stay-awake is this cold I'm in the process of coming down with (so far it's just a sore throat, but I can already tell which direction it's going, and hope to head it off), and how much is the fibromyalgia interacting with exhaustion from yesterday.

I need to scoop the litter box and take out the trash before I fall over again. I also need to write up my thoughts on the house, and the differences between my mother's approach to it and how I'd like to see it done (her approach is not unreasonable, it's just not quite how I would deal with it), but not tonight. That'll be an essay that touches on some stuff juuro has written. The laundry I thought I would get to today will wait as well. C'est la vie.

There's a rantlet about perceptions of fibromyalgia percolating, but I'm not awake enough to phrase it well right now. (It's nothing others haven't already said over and over, but I feel a particular need to get it off my chest. If I still feel that way when I have the attention span to write it well, it'll get written. If not, not.)

Tomorrow I'll have to try to get out to the grocery store for chili peppers, frozen pizza, and lots of orange juice concentrate, to help me through this cold. And I have to look in the various places that throat lozenges and cough drops migrate to, to see whether I've got as many of those on hand as I think I do. Let's she how quickly I can make this annoying discomfort go away. I'm going to smell like garlic and Earl Grey tea (decaf) for the next few days.

Fortunately I have a cute furball to cheer me up. Unfortunately she can't run downstairs to fetch me a hot mug of tea.