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Internal Revolt
Mon, Nov. 5th, 2007 18:38I'm sick and tired, to misquote Mr. Cosby, of being sick (and, therefore, tired). I was pretty ill for a week and a half in the middle of October -- thought I'd beaten it, though it prevented our doing the Haunted Yard -- but individual symptoms keep coming back for full-spotlight encores. I spent a lot of last week having headaches, not migraines, but plain ol' miserable headaches, and no medication would completely chase them away. Normally I can analyze a pain and determine which OTC support will do the job; lots of Crystal Light and whichever painkiller I'm trying that day would get it to ease most of the way off for several hours, but it consistently came back.
When I'm unwell, my body goes into "sleep at every opportunity" mode. I think the dogs have figured that out, because it's when I'm finally well enough again for normal sleep cycles that they decide to be a problem all night, and of course I'm the one who hears growls or barking or twitching or moaning; I'm the one who comes downstairs, tries blindly to figure out the source of the problem, and eventually agrees to put my contacts back in and stay up with the brats while the men of the house get as much of a night's sleep as possible.
This'd be fine except that their natural response to "uh oh, Rissa was up all night with our dogs" is to tuck me away to bed and then leave the house for most of the day. I'm pretty confident their thinking is that I need the house quiet so I can get some deep sleep, right? But if I'm the only opposing-digit-equipped person in the house, then I'm responsible by default for checking up on trouble. One of the cats is a daredevil, and has broken his hip before; one of the dogs is epileptic, and currently suffering Bell's Syndrome on top of that. They can be left to their own devices for short periods of time, but not for the whole day, and especially not after a night of whiny growly "I'm telling MOM!" misbehavior instead of sleep.
So after a rough Saturday, I woke up Sunday afternoon with my stomach bothering me a little. I normally only eat a couple meals a day anyway, so I figured that I must be hungry. Very late Sunday night, though, I found out that the counterbalance for the headache finally going away was my stomach trouble abruptly returning. If it's not one neural hub, it's the other. I slept all day today, except when I was crawling into the nearest bathroom; I feel like I've got a knot of disgusting stuff attached to the back of my palate, where clearing my throat can't quite knock it away. And tomorrow we'll have a "polar air mass" roll down through Alabama, ripping away any moisture the air has managed to accumulate and roughing up our heating system. Yay. Maybe I should take a long vacation someplace with snow, just to get my body straightened out.
When I'm unwell, my body goes into "sleep at every opportunity" mode. I think the dogs have figured that out, because it's when I'm finally well enough again for normal sleep cycles that they decide to be a problem all night, and of course I'm the one who hears growls or barking or twitching or moaning; I'm the one who comes downstairs, tries blindly to figure out the source of the problem, and eventually agrees to put my contacts back in and stay up with the brats while the men of the house get as much of a night's sleep as possible.
This'd be fine except that their natural response to "uh oh, Rissa was up all night with our dogs" is to tuck me away to bed and then leave the house for most of the day. I'm pretty confident their thinking is that I need the house quiet so I can get some deep sleep, right? But if I'm the only opposing-digit-equipped person in the house, then I'm responsible by default for checking up on trouble. One of the cats is a daredevil, and has broken his hip before; one of the dogs is epileptic, and currently suffering Bell's Syndrome on top of that. They can be left to their own devices for short periods of time, but not for the whole day, and especially not after a night of whiny growly "I'm telling MOM!" misbehavior instead of sleep.
So after a rough Saturday, I woke up Sunday afternoon with my stomach bothering me a little. I normally only eat a couple meals a day anyway, so I figured that I must be hungry. Very late Sunday night, though, I found out that the counterbalance for the headache finally going away was my stomach trouble abruptly returning. If it's not one neural hub, it's the other. I slept all day today, except when I was crawling into the nearest bathroom; I feel like I've got a knot of disgusting stuff attached to the back of my palate, where clearing my throat can't quite knock it away. And tomorrow we'll have a "polar air mass" roll down through Alabama, ripping away any moisture the air has managed to accumulate and roughing up our heating system. Yay. Maybe I should take a long vacation someplace with snow, just to get my body straightened out.
