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Jan. 4th, 2019 09:08 pmOnce again, the Advil failed to provide a solution. I did not get enough sleep last night. I feel at this point that I've "gone chronic." And as I'm sure many of my readers are aware from personal experience, chronic pain is disheartening. However, joint pain comes and goes, so I'm still hoping that it will go away, at least intermittently.
Fritz is not coming, after all. He sent the Sparrowhawk a rather dejected text saying that his father-in-law is visiting, and his wife doesn't want him to leave, as it would be anti-social. We'll see him next weekend at his son's wedding. The Sparrowhawk offered to bring some KBS, and Fritz said he would appreciate it. He says he's planning to spend the evening of the reception in a corner with the Sparrowhawk and Baby Doc, the other brother. And presumably the beer. He sounds a bit frazzled. I would have welcomed him, but on the whole it's just as well that he's not coming right now. I seem to be somewhat depleted.
The Duchess took Mother to Wound Care today, and reported that they've recommended she cancel the next appointment, on Tuesday, because the wound has healed so much that appointments so close together are not necessary. Yippee. I was trying to get myself together to go and do that appointment. But now I don't have to! I will miss seeing my mother and Deb, but I think another time will be better.
I finally gave in and took a nap, after picking up a dish to get myself some chicken and rice, and promptly dropping it on the floor, where it shattered. I swept up the pieces and crawled back into bed. As I always say, you only have to hit me with the clue bat six or eight times before the message penetrates.
Fritz is not coming, after all. He sent the Sparrowhawk a rather dejected text saying that his father-in-law is visiting, and his wife doesn't want him to leave, as it would be anti-social. We'll see him next weekend at his son's wedding. The Sparrowhawk offered to bring some KBS, and Fritz said he would appreciate it. He says he's planning to spend the evening of the reception in a corner with the Sparrowhawk and Baby Doc, the other brother. And presumably the beer. He sounds a bit frazzled. I would have welcomed him, but on the whole it's just as well that he's not coming right now. I seem to be somewhat depleted.
The Duchess took Mother to Wound Care today, and reported that they've recommended she cancel the next appointment, on Tuesday, because the wound has healed so much that appointments so close together are not necessary. Yippee. I was trying to get myself together to go and do that appointment. But now I don't have to! I will miss seeing my mother and Deb, but I think another time will be better.
I finally gave in and took a nap, after picking up a dish to get myself some chicken and rice, and promptly dropping it on the floor, where it shattered. I swept up the pieces and crawled back into bed. As I always say, you only have to hit me with the clue bat six or eight times before the message penetrates.
