Thursday,
January 3, 2008

Somewhat frosty in the clavicle of Texas

I went to bed early last night, and experienced one of my periodical wake-ups just as Lyndon came in shivering and complaining that the kitchen and living room were utterly freezing (unsurprising, as those rooms of the apartment have the insulation of tissue paper). Didn't think anything of it, snuggled him to get him warm and dozed back off.

Got up this morning around 7:30 AM because Jordan would NOT leave me alone (turns out the food bowls were empty -- and here I thought he loved me) and checked the temps (outside temps, mind you -- I posted this on my LiveJournal and everyone thought I was talking about the temp inside the apartment) -- 24F.

Whoo, yeah, somewhat chilly. So the space heater is now going in the kitchen, I'm wrapped up in my nice big shawl with my panther slippers on, and a cat on either side of me is providing body heat.

Time to make some tea, methinks.

And now I know why everything hurt so badly

The crimson tide arrived quite unexpectedly today, which means that the good effects of being on the pill for two years have officially worn off. The picosecond I get health insurance again, I am SO going back on the damn thing -- I like knowing when the CT is about to arrive, and stopping these stupid outbreaks of facial hair and pimples would also be very nice, thank you.

I know -- you really wanted to know all of this, didn't you?

Even without the, ahem, evidence, I would've known it was my special "lady time" because despite the on-and-off nausea from what I can only assume is the nasty stomach bug currently making the rounds I still have a strong, siren-like craving for pastry. Not cookies or cake -- pastry, ideally with cream filling. A napoleon would go down really well right now. Or cream puffs, or profiteroles, or those little cream-filled horn things. And I can't have one because that's not part of my healthy living plan for 2008, but maaaaaaan...

Oh, the two Vicodin yesterday? Actually worked for a change, although I did feel extremely relaxed, dozy and unwilling to do anything more complicated than slice up round steak for dinner. Then again, feeling extremely relaxed and dozy isn't that bad of a thing, I suppose. I wouldn't do it on a regular basis, mind you, but this one time it really did help.

And Lyndon says I have a very amusing expression when I'm stoned. So now you know.

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