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mynewplaceI've been so busy here at the Desk of SUCK that I feel I've worked a week already. More busyness today, and the remainder of the week. I don't really have time to be on LJ, but can't seem to stay away.
I have pain in so many different places, I can't keep track. Some of it, I suspect, is rebound pain from the codeine - the pain seems to magnify when the drug wears off; some of it is from stress - my teeth and face hurt from clenching my jaws; my knee is bothering me, but I wore a low heel today anyway. (read: stupid) Didn't have any cough syrup last night, did alright. Had some this morning, because of the facial pain mostly, but also to make it easier to walk. It doesn't touch the pain in my knee, but it makes me care less.
Scarlett's "tea" was last night. It was very nice. She didn't win her division for the entire county, but she was recognized along with the 5th graders from other schools. Her father, stepmother, and sisters came, and we were all glad they could get there. It was a very long drive for them. Two of my aunts, and a cousin came, as well as my parents. She was well represented. Neither her teacher nor her principal came, although there were three students from her school. I guess they knew ahead of time that she wasn't going to win, and had other things to do. I'm going to grab the anthology tonight and type up her story here on LJ. For internet posterity.
I could talk about Brent, but we spent the night rehashing some old wounds for him, with some strong admonitions on my part to move on, distract himself until he can let go of his pain, and even some encouragement toward hospitalization. He won't hear of it now that he's sober again, but at least the ideas are getting planted in his mind. Scott Adams (WHOM I LOVE!) has mentioned in his blog a theory that people begin to believe something once they've written it down, even if they write down a lie to begin with. I should give Brent some of that information.
I think I will.
Aaahhh, the cough syrup just kicked in. Now I'm off to conquer the world, or at least West Virginia.
I have pain in so many different places, I can't keep track. Some of it, I suspect, is rebound pain from the codeine - the pain seems to magnify when the drug wears off; some of it is from stress - my teeth and face hurt from clenching my jaws; my knee is bothering me, but I wore a low heel today anyway. (read: stupid) Didn't have any cough syrup last night, did alright. Had some this morning, because of the facial pain mostly, but also to make it easier to walk. It doesn't touch the pain in my knee, but it makes me care less.
Scarlett's "tea" was last night. It was very nice. She didn't win her division for the entire county, but she was recognized along with the 5th graders from other schools. Her father, stepmother, and sisters came, and we were all glad they could get there. It was a very long drive for them. Two of my aunts, and a cousin came, as well as my parents. She was well represented. Neither her teacher nor her principal came, although there were three students from her school. I guess they knew ahead of time that she wasn't going to win, and had other things to do. I'm going to grab the anthology tonight and type up her story here on LJ. For internet posterity.
I could talk about Brent, but we spent the night rehashing some old wounds for him, with some strong admonitions on my part to move on, distract himself until he can let go of his pain, and even some encouragement toward hospitalization. He won't hear of it now that he's sober again, but at least the ideas are getting planted in his mind. Scott Adams (WHOM I LOVE!) has mentioned in his blog a theory that people begin to believe something once they've written it down, even if they write down a lie to begin with. I should give Brent some of that information.
I think I will.
Aaahhh, the cough syrup just kicked in. Now I'm off to conquer the world, or at least West Virginia.
