Husband cooked himself a steak on high heat using a coated pan. I think you can guess what happened, but the doors and windows are all open now and thankfully we don't have any pets or they would almost certainly be dead. My plants that were in the kitchen window that I've lovingly cared for are definitely now dead. I don't *think* this was a passive aggressive message for me to get back to work, but rather the sheer ignorance of someone that doesn't know their way around the kitchen. He could have had a sandwich for lunch, but steak it was. Sigh.
I've been struggling with a gradually worsening headache for two weeks now. Yesterday, when I woke to the sound of my heart beating loudly in my ear with a thunk thunk thunk reminiscent of the washing machine in the spin cycle, I gave up, made an appointment to be seen by a medical professional. What I got was someone still in their residency that was only a few years older than Danny. He told me he's seen a lot of migraines the past two weeks (no shocker there) and gave me a medicine that was supposed to constrict the blood vessels in my head to knock out the headache. OK, cool.
About an hour after popping this one-dose miracle pill I'm cooking dinner when I start feeling like maybe I'm going to at long last astral project the hell out of my body. No such luck, so I sat on the floor and talked my husband through finishing cooking dinner before I crawled up to bed and slept for something like 14 hours, got up, had a piss and a cup of tea and then went back to sleep for another 8 hours. I still have the headache and the ear nonsense, but now I'm dizzy and nauseated as well. The dreams were wild though!
I don't have Covid as far as I know as I was recently tested, and haven't been around anyone, but if this is what I have to look forward to with post-menopausal migraines...I really hope I'm just having a bad episode. Everything else checked out fine with me, so I'm not really worried about anything serious. The young doctor took a listen to my carotid artery to make sure there wasn't a blockage, so in the very worst case the polyp that's been living rent-free in my sinus for several years now has built on a room addition and needs to be evicted. That would explain a lot, and I guess that's the next thing to look at. Sinus surgery in a pandemic isn't very appealing though.
The timing is bad as my husband starts going back to his office in 3 week rotations with other departments on Monday. This had a year to happen, but shows up when I have to take care of it myself-which let's be realistic, I would be anyway. Maybe someone will run a load of laundry to help out. And maybe hell will freeze over and I will at long last astral project out of my body. When there's standing water in the sink that means you need to run the garbage disposal...the switch is on the wall by the sink...
I did enjoy the inauguration though! As sick as I was, it was a joy to watch. And when I woke up today, for the first time in four years I didn't need to wonder what horrible thing the president did while we were all asleep. That's such a relief, and now I can focus my attention closer to home on the things that really define me like providing cleaning and meal service.
Here's hoping Biden has a successful presidency, though the bar is so low now, just being merely competent would be fantastic.