Obviously Zyrtec is a(nother) No Go - my head is a huge foggy balloon this morning; I’m sipping my coffee like the antidote caffeine is for a lot of life’s problems, but I HATE this feeling!
I have tried several antihistamines which are purported to be helpful with long Covid symptoms, but none seem especially efficacious - famotidine at least doesn’t leave me terribly groggy; thank God I only took half a tablet! The last one I’ll try will be chlorpheniramine but I’ll save it for the weekend, not as much of a rush to peel my body off the mattress. Dreams = good**, but this groggy head full o’ mush feeling = horrible!
** and the dreams that I remember were disturbing - some sort of sexually-themed encounter in a return to vet school. At least it featured DH, but another prototypical Val dream of frustration since we couldn’t find any privacy. I was very grateful that I still seemed capable of inspiring P’s lust - I suppose this is residue from the fact that I ALMOST started a conversation with him last night, but once again chickened out… IRL I smooched around on him a bit Saturday afternoon, to which he had ZERO response - hey, at least he didn’t duck or push me away, but he didn’t even lift his hand. My husband, the automaton.
I was also distracted last night by the fact my poor Clarice seems to be in precipitous decline. While she ate a decent portion of her food last night, she kept her rear feet splayed out as she’s having a lot of trouble keeping her balance - P reported having to rescue her twice as she wandered off into the laundry room & got herself stuck behind the door and then stuck beside the washing machine. She couldn’t get comfortable in mommy’s lap last night with an intermittent whine, but settled down when we went to bed. She’ll go to work with me today (as always), where I’ll run some lab work, maybe take an X-ray, but if I can’t keep her comfortable I’ve got to let her go… Funny thing is, I just came across her former foster mom’s contact # in my phone, I almost sent her a photo to let her know my ol’ girl’s still kicking!
Life continues to rush at me hard - meeting my architect & the City of Ferris engineer Thursday morning to hike a piece of land where THEY would like me to relocate. It may be the proverbial offer I can’t refuse - while I wasn’t really wanting to get into full-scale construction, if I can keep the cost down in a metal building (similar to my little horse-barn clinic now) it won’t be too bad. In the interim we can work out of the mobile unit at a reduced capacity. There is also an existing barn on the property which hopefully can be used for storage - of course I can always buy one of those shipping containers. So many moving parts!
I was working on quarterly unemployment taxes Friday night but I finally had to give up on because my brain just wasn’t working properly - I went by the clinic yesterday afternoon to finish this up where there would at least be peace & quiet. I quite definitely do NOT have the temperament for accounting! I got the federal reports done, but today between appointments I will file the state reports since they said they were due by or on August 1st - nothing like waiting till the last minute…
I take Claritin as my doctor says it is safe for wimps like me.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if P has a testosterone problem. The reason I say this is because at the doctor's office I saw a male neighbor there and I kind of figured out that was why he was there. The old nurse in me. Maybe slip P some viagra in his coffee. LOL.
That sucks about Clarice but I know you have to do the right thing for the poor little girl. They don't live long enough!!!! We need more time!
Agree totally with both of the memes.
Everyone here has a pole barn. We love them. Some people even live in them.