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Hail of Shadow
Oct. 19th, 2023 08:54 pmI had a night of misery yesterday, just as if I were getting sick. I kept waking up at intervals and interrogating the body: "Am I feeling better yet?" The answer was always NO, but fortunately I was able to go back to sleep each time. Also fortunately, I was feeling a little better when I woke up in the morning. I have no idea why this happens. The headache is back, and I still don't know why. At least I salvaged an interesting dream out of the wreckage of the night. Far too complicated to describe here, but it involved being in Paris in the rain, followed by a mythic story within a story. The sentence that stayed with me was "This is not how it ends."
As soon as I got up, I had to zip off to a doctor's appointment where I was subjected to the usual indignities. Then I went to another office where I participated in a research project. That part was fun, because the two young women in the office were both very tall, lovely, and charming--much more so than some other medical personnel I have encountered. I had been hoping to do some more yard work later, but by the time I got home, it was threatening rain. The Sparrowhawk enticed me to go out for breakfast, a thing we don't do often enough. I had my usual "Healthy Waffle," (ha ha) with a side of bacon just to make it extra healthy. And then it just rained all day, so I gave myself permission to cuddle up on the couch with my notebook, a blanket, and the soundtrack to LotR. The researchers had a heck of time getting blood samples out of my arm, and I had told them that if they had to give me several bandages, it would be okay, because I would use them to look pitiful so the Sparrowhawk would do things for me. This was a joke, obviously. I only had one bandaid, but he pampered me anyway.
It's not logical that this spasm of unwellness has anything to do with my Wednesday out with Madame, but it was tiring. The good news is that she has actually signed the papers to move into a retirement community! Of course, she still maintains that she will keep her house and drive her own car (yes, we're on that rant again!), and she will move out again if she doesn't like it. But it's a step in the right direction! She had an appointment with the dentist, who says she needs two teeth pulled. She plans to frustrate him by not showing up for the appointment. Ha! I think Mademoiselle with have something to say about that . . . . The sad parts were the times when her failing memory showed up. She shared several items of interest with me, and then, when I referred to them later in the conversation, did a double-take and said "How did you know THAT?" "Because you told me, a few minutes ago!" I'm not sure she believed that. One can see how the forgetful become paranoid. Nothing makes sense, and people know things you never told them . . . . I hope she'll have patience with me a little longer.
As soon as I got up, I had to zip off to a doctor's appointment where I was subjected to the usual indignities. Then I went to another office where I participated in a research project. That part was fun, because the two young women in the office were both very tall, lovely, and charming--much more so than some other medical personnel I have encountered. I had been hoping to do some more yard work later, but by the time I got home, it was threatening rain. The Sparrowhawk enticed me to go out for breakfast, a thing we don't do often enough. I had my usual "Healthy Waffle," (ha ha) with a side of bacon just to make it extra healthy. And then it just rained all day, so I gave myself permission to cuddle up on the couch with my notebook, a blanket, and the soundtrack to LotR. The researchers had a heck of time getting blood samples out of my arm, and I had told them that if they had to give me several bandages, it would be okay, because I would use them to look pitiful so the Sparrowhawk would do things for me. This was a joke, obviously. I only had one bandaid, but he pampered me anyway.
It's not logical that this spasm of unwellness has anything to do with my Wednesday out with Madame, but it was tiring. The good news is that she has actually signed the papers to move into a retirement community! Of course, she still maintains that she will keep her house and drive her own car (yes, we're on that rant again!), and she will move out again if she doesn't like it. But it's a step in the right direction! She had an appointment with the dentist, who says she needs two teeth pulled. She plans to frustrate him by not showing up for the appointment. Ha! I think Mademoiselle with have something to say about that . . . . The sad parts were the times when her failing memory showed up. She shared several items of interest with me, and then, when I referred to them later in the conversation, did a double-take and said "How did you know THAT?" "Because you told me, a few minutes ago!" I'm not sure she believed that. One can see how the forgetful become paranoid. Nothing makes sense, and people know things you never told them . . . . I hope she'll have patience with me a little longer.
