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UGH.
I am still under the weather and damn tired of it. I assume that if I'm able to sleep for 5 to 8 hours in the middle of the day, my body requires this sleep. I am ranging from feeling 75% decent, to feeling about 25% functional, if that. When I'm in the 25% place, the idea of cooking a meal, cleaning the cat box, driving to work, or even composing a thought seem like impossibilities. Damn.
And now for the other observations:
HOME
I have finished setting up the massage room, and as soon as I am well (see 'Ugh' above) I will start offering massage in my home. This will be largely by referral; I am not interested in inviting strangers into my apartment. So, for now I'm planning to work on friends, family, co-workers, and clients referred by these people, as well as by other LMPs in the area.
It's turn-on-the-heat time here in Western WA. While it's not necessarily cold most of the time, the damp and the gloom of late fall require that lights be turned on and heat be used. The fixture in the middle of my living-room ceiling is defective. It's one of those four-lights-and-a-fan thingies, and besides it being ugly as sin, two of the light sockets don't work. I have a mind to ask my landlord if he'll install a new fixture if I purchase it. I have no money, however, so this plan should probably be at least temporarily abandoned. I've got an ugly, serviceable floor lamp with a three-way bulb and three smaller bulbs that does the job fairly well. Light from above would be nice, though, too. I also have the Verilux Happy Light, which I use in the mornings if I'm not scrambling to get out of the house by 5:30am.
FAMILY
My dad has fallen twice since my surgery; the falls were only a day apart. He fell asleep on the toilet in the middle of the night, fell forward and hit his head on the wall corner near the shower. Another trip to the hospital, but no stitches. He's got a goose egg, though. The following day he fell right out of bed. Bless his caregiver, when she heard this story from my mom, she took my Dad commode shopping on their next day together. Now we have a commode snugged right up to Dad's bed, as well as some corner foam to pad that stupid wall corner he keeps hitting. He's damn lucky he's got that hard Swedish head.
My brother availed himself of my assistance as a ghost writer, and now has a wonderful, one-thousand-word essay on the Truman Show as Creation Myth to take to his English class. I know, I'm a teacher, I have no scruples if I essentially write this for him, but he's in vocational school and just needs to get on to the meat and potatoes of auto body and paint. I know he's intelligent, but he hasn't been to college in 20 years, and I couldn't see letting one class trip him up. I'm sure I will be scathingly dealt with by some, but I have reconciled this action with my values. Uneasily, but still. And it's not as if it's an entirely altruistic undertaking: my brother is now my indentured servant. Full obligation will be extracted after I assist with his final term paper, I imagine.
My mother continues her humble march toward sainthood.
Oh yeah, and we paid someone to take the timeshare off our hands. But that's another post, entirely. Don't get me started. I'm supposed to be resting. It is worth the money to know that we are rid of the damn thing.
FRIENDS
Glen will be coming home from deployment in the middle of December. Yay! Let's hope he decides to retire. We'll throw him a big party and thank him for his service, and settle into the idea of having him around for a while.
All thanks are due to my friend Ed, who helped pay to keep my Meetup page going. Ed, you're a good one.
Julie and I are going to see David Wilcox at the Triple Door tomorrow night. I may not be on top of my game, but I can sit in a chair and listen to music. I get to sleep in the next day, anyway. Then just a few more shifts before the weekend.
Thanksgiving will be in Olympia with Heidi and friends. I am excited to just chill out. Maybe I'll take the train down. I really don't feel like driving.
THAT'S ALL FOR NOW
Really, it is. I'm fried and tired and I think I spiked a temp again. Just sitting here. Yay.
I am still under the weather and damn tired of it. I assume that if I'm able to sleep for 5 to 8 hours in the middle of the day, my body requires this sleep. I am ranging from feeling 75% decent, to feeling about 25% functional, if that. When I'm in the 25% place, the idea of cooking a meal, cleaning the cat box, driving to work, or even composing a thought seem like impossibilities. Damn.
And now for the other observations:
HOME
I have finished setting up the massage room, and as soon as I am well (see 'Ugh' above) I will start offering massage in my home. This will be largely by referral; I am not interested in inviting strangers into my apartment. So, for now I'm planning to work on friends, family, co-workers, and clients referred by these people, as well as by other LMPs in the area.
It's turn-on-the-heat time here in Western WA. While it's not necessarily cold most of the time, the damp and the gloom of late fall require that lights be turned on and heat be used. The fixture in the middle of my living-room ceiling is defective. It's one of those four-lights-and-a-fan thingies, and besides it being ugly as sin, two of the light sockets don't work. I have a mind to ask my landlord if he'll install a new fixture if I purchase it. I have no money, however, so this plan should probably be at least temporarily abandoned. I've got an ugly, serviceable floor lamp with a three-way bulb and three smaller bulbs that does the job fairly well. Light from above would be nice, though, too. I also have the Verilux Happy Light, which I use in the mornings if I'm not scrambling to get out of the house by 5:30am.
FAMILY
My dad has fallen twice since my surgery; the falls were only a day apart. He fell asleep on the toilet in the middle of the night, fell forward and hit his head on the wall corner near the shower. Another trip to the hospital, but no stitches. He's got a goose egg, though. The following day he fell right out of bed. Bless his caregiver, when she heard this story from my mom, she took my Dad commode shopping on their next day together. Now we have a commode snugged right up to Dad's bed, as well as some corner foam to pad that stupid wall corner he keeps hitting. He's damn lucky he's got that hard Swedish head.
My brother availed himself of my assistance as a ghost writer, and now has a wonderful, one-thousand-word essay on the Truman Show as Creation Myth to take to his English class. I know, I'm a teacher, I have no scruples if I essentially write this for him, but he's in vocational school and just needs to get on to the meat and potatoes of auto body and paint. I know he's intelligent, but he hasn't been to college in 20 years, and I couldn't see letting one class trip him up. I'm sure I will be scathingly dealt with by some, but I have reconciled this action with my values. Uneasily, but still. And it's not as if it's an entirely altruistic undertaking: my brother is now my indentured servant. Full obligation will be extracted after I assist with his final term paper, I imagine.
My mother continues her humble march toward sainthood.
Oh yeah, and we paid someone to take the timeshare off our hands. But that's another post, entirely. Don't get me started. I'm supposed to be resting. It is worth the money to know that we are rid of the damn thing.
FRIENDS
Glen will be coming home from deployment in the middle of December. Yay! Let's hope he decides to retire. We'll throw him a big party and thank him for his service, and settle into the idea of having him around for a while.
All thanks are due to my friend Ed, who helped pay to keep my Meetup page going. Ed, you're a good one.
Julie and I are going to see David Wilcox at the Triple Door tomorrow night. I may not be on top of my game, but I can sit in a chair and listen to music. I get to sleep in the next day, anyway. Then just a few more shifts before the weekend.
Thanksgiving will be in Olympia with Heidi and friends. I am excited to just chill out. Maybe I'll take the train down. I really don't feel like driving.
THAT'S ALL FOR NOW
Really, it is. I'm fried and tired and I think I spiked a temp again. Just sitting here. Yay.
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