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Oct. 29th, 2025 07:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI suspect my medications are destroying my quality of life again. Spironolactone is known to have a side effect of causing stomach pain, heartburn, and nausea. All of these are things that trouble me even without chemical assistance, but they've definitely been worse since I started with the spiro. It's quite frustrating, because it does seem to be reducing my blood pressure, but I'm not sure I'll be able to tolerate it in the long run. Or even until next week! There's also the lingering fatigue that I guess must be covid aftermath. It's still hard to focus on a task for any extended period.
Yesterday, I oven-braised the short ribs, and they came out pretty well. The Sparrowhawk says they're delicious. If I do this again, it would be interesting to try the Korean seasoning suggested by a friend. We had them last night and an encore tonight, with green beans and mashed potatoes. In hopes of a visit from Tron, the Sparrowhawk has done marvels in vacuuming the basement. I've done this and that--not ever what I can envision! I finally completed my trimming-up of the houseplants, and they're back on their shelves, looking much more civilized. I was watching a video of a guy who cleans and declutters houses. He said that there are some ADHD markers that are dead giveaways in a house: collections of shells and rocks in bags or boxes . . . jars and little trays of random pens, most of which don't work any more . . . and multiple notebooks, each with only a few pages filled in. Oh dear. I feel seen--and not in a good way! Just for the record, I refuse these facile diagnoses, and I also plead not guilty to the abandoned notebooks. My house is indeed full of notebooks, but they all get filled up with something. The Sparrowhawk, however, makes up for it because he has lots of notebooks with only a few entries in each.
I went out for a little walk. Each day is more delicately beautiful than the last, as the colors fully suffuse the landscape and at the same time, begin to fade. It's like the moment when a wave curls over onto the beach and all its crystalline perfection is displayed, just as it dissipates. I kept hoping that if I walked on into it, I would begin to feel better, but alas, to stick with the theme, as my mind felt more tranquil and joyous, my body felt more and more as if I needed to sit down.
Yesterday, I oven-braised the short ribs, and they came out pretty well. The Sparrowhawk says they're delicious. If I do this again, it would be interesting to try the Korean seasoning suggested by a friend. We had them last night and an encore tonight, with green beans and mashed potatoes. In hopes of a visit from Tron, the Sparrowhawk has done marvels in vacuuming the basement. I've done this and that--not ever what I can envision! I finally completed my trimming-up of the houseplants, and they're back on their shelves, looking much more civilized. I was watching a video of a guy who cleans and declutters houses. He said that there are some ADHD markers that are dead giveaways in a house: collections of shells and rocks in bags or boxes . . . jars and little trays of random pens, most of which don't work any more . . . and multiple notebooks, each with only a few pages filled in. Oh dear. I feel seen--and not in a good way! Just for the record, I refuse these facile diagnoses, and I also plead not guilty to the abandoned notebooks. My house is indeed full of notebooks, but they all get filled up with something. The Sparrowhawk, however, makes up for it because he has lots of notebooks with only a few entries in each.
I went out for a little walk. Each day is more delicately beautiful than the last, as the colors fully suffuse the landscape and at the same time, begin to fade. It's like the moment when a wave curls over onto the beach and all its crystalline perfection is displayed, just as it dissipates. I kept hoping that if I walked on into it, I would begin to feel better, but alas, to stick with the theme, as my mind felt more tranquil and joyous, my body felt more and more as if I needed to sit down.
