or: Wow, Too Much Stuff
It's not in a horrible way, mind you. My multi-day headache finally subsided, for one thing. (I'm counting that as one of my positives for today, by the way.)
But the hives have not gone away; instead, they've spread slightly; still in the single digits, but now lasting *checks* more than 24 hours.
I don't want to go to my primary care physician, because she'll just redirect me to a specialist — for hives, ffs; HMO GPs (remember that term, fellow old people?) have become so wary about being anything but medical gatekeepers, and it's incredibly frustrating. Hence my disinclination.
This is, however, the third time I've had these mysterious outbreaks, and I'm almost past the point of saying "Oh, it's just something to do with RA/Scleroderma/otherwise slightly compromised immune system la-de-da."
Gah. Caught between the desire to do the right thing and the wish not to face a doctor saying in so many words that she doesn't know and won't do more than the minimum to find out ... and I probably shouldn't say that because she's a pretty decent human being and not a horrible doctor. Augh; just frustrated. And itchy.
As for my brain ("Brain, brain and brain! What is brain?") I am trying to determine why it doesn't want to start working until about 2 p.m., and why it wants to stop doing anything except perusing DW and LJ after 7 p.m. I'm fairly certain it's not laziness, but Baptist guilt hovers in the background, making *tsk* sounds. Well,
Given the itchiness and the brain drain, I'm pleased that I managed to write a 27" feature story and put together two feature videos today. Oh, and make the bed, and wash the kitchen dishes that I don't put into the dishwasher. Yes, there are dishes that shouldn't go into the dishwasher, including our aging "Pinky and the Brain" glass beer and/or coffee stein. And FB's Dr. Who coffee travel mug.
I also called my stepdad Rob and wished him a happy birthday; he turned 88 today. I'm glad my brother called yesterday to remind me to do so. He seems happy to hear from me these days, and our conversations over the phone seem to have gotten easier, despite his deafness. Or maybe I'm just listening better?
In the past week, I've learned that two of my childhood friends, one of them a particularly dear one and both of whom I'm still grateful to know to some small extent, lost their mothers in the last couple of weeks. It's time to get cards and try to let them know they're in my heart.
Speaking of things Canadian, I now have my SIN! For the uninitiated, that's the Canadian version of the U.S. Social Security Number — the Social Insurance Number. In all the years I've been down in Chicago, I've not needed to use mine and, since my original SIN card was lost when my purse was stolen years and years ago, I forgot it. When we had to set up a new Canadian bank account for some proceeds of Mum's estate, they needed that number. I called the proper federal department in Bathurst, New Brunswick, and learned that my SIN had been rendered inactive by its, uhm, inactivity, but could be reactivated by my requesting an SIN confirmation letter. (Apparently they don't make new cards anymore, as of this year, I guess. Ah, well.) I had to send them my birth certificate, which I actually have; they promised to send it back. Well, bless their hearts, the lovely folks in Bathurst, did return it, along with the SIN confirmation letter, which I now have in my possession. And of course, as soon as I saw the number, I recognized it; how could I have forgotten it? Silly brain.
Other odds and ends: FB and Emily came over last night and we watched Robots of Sherwood and Listen. My reaction to both is the same as my initial response; extreme enjoyment of the first, and considered, but definite, disappointment in the second. Apropos of the latter, I finally had a chance to respond to most of the conversations made as a result of the post I wrote after my first exposure to Listen, although I still have a couple of folks to respond to. I promise I will! It just takes me so long to put coherent thoughts together (hence the long-delayed Into the Dalek meta, which I think is just going to become an S08-thus-far meta. Yeah, that's the ticket. I planned it that way ....)
BB, bless the patient man, finally admitted that he didn't want to burn out on Who by joining me in watching episodes repeatedly, and I promised him I'd try to adjust my viewing habits. He also suggested that he could do something else while I watched a second time by myself, or with FB. I was touched that he said he wanted to watch the first time with me. I really am too obsessive. I definitely don't want to be party to his burning out on something he genuinely likes, even if he isn't ALL THE DOCTAH WHO!!! NAOW!!!! as I appear to have become.
And finally: I really, really like Avatar: the Last Airbender, and BB and I are only through the first book of episodes.
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