I got a *letter*! A real honest to goodness physical letter! (Plus a calling card, because there’s nothing I need more than a calling card with a mistake in the address.) Email is great because it’s speedy, but I love love real mail, receiving and also sending. Now all I need is paper or a card or something, and — sigh — a pen.
Also, I have company (who offered to go stay elsewhere, but honestly, otherwise I sit around all day feeling sick and dizzy and pukey AND mopey[1]: now I do the same, but occasionally talk to people, too). Sam is underimpressed and hiding somewhere, maybe the closet. (Come out of the closet, Sammy, I say, then snicker, because he has always always preferred the she-kitties to the he-kitties, plus he’s neutered. Unfixed male cat in my house? I do not think so.)
Yes, I seriously have this little to say.
[1] I totally claim that being sick is making me sad. Plus the fact that I’m BORED OUT OF MY MIND. Can’t concentrate on reading or tv or internet. I won’t tell you how long it takes me to write one of these things.
And now: nausea again. I might just give up.
I will note, with a point of pride, that I managed to do the entire Wednesday NYT puzzle today, without any help, and with only a couple of breaks to lie down.
OTOH, I just read Crossworld, which is about people who obsessively do crosswords, especially the NYT ones, and can finish a Saturday in less time than it takes me to do the Wednesday puzzle, so I’m not that proud.
The good news is that it’s not a brain tumour! It’s maybe benign positional vertigo, except that what usually fixes it — something called Epley maneuver — didn’t fix it. Tomorrow: blood test (not sure why, but 3 years ago I was anemic); next week: another appointment.
Any bright ideas on how to work when every movement makes your head spin? I really can’t just not work any longer.
If I am very very careful not to move my head, I can sit up for minutes at a time! Whole minutes!
Yesterday actually I felt somewhat better — dizzy, but less badly dizzy — and I got to take the cats for a walk. In the afternoon I took Matilda off with my mother, and in the evening when my parents were walking somewhere, both Til and Eva followed them, so they called me and I took the cats for the remainder of the walk, even through the part where two dogs — two! — were being walked as well.
I still do not get why the cats like to be walked. They get annoyed by our perverse insistence on staying on the sidewalks instead of running through the yards, but they accept this as yet another weird quirk of humans.
I phoned my doctor and have an appointment for tomorrow.
Most people are iffy about the hair — it is very different, I admit, but I rather like the top — the bottom got too dark, but that will grow out. Guess we’ll see what my hair looks like in 6 months when I have lots of never dyed hair.
My sister loves it, though. (She also loves that I have it blown dry straight, something I cannot do myself.) Really loves it. She was petting it for a while. It’s nice to be complimented, though of course it came at the price of many years of her telling me how much nicer my hair would look if it were brown.
My parents and sister are coming home tonight! So I am going over there in a few minutes, and will spend the night, taking Matilda along because I am indeed crazy enough to dislike being separated from her leaving her alone that long. As usual, she can tell when something is up — she much prefers being in my place, but too bad, Tilly.
Dry icky split ends: all gone! It’s always so weird having my hair cut — this time more than usual, because hey, it’s a different colour. Current feeling about the colour: nice up top, too dark further down. But who knows what will happen as I wash it more and it gets more sun.
Also: since when has Wal-Mart been advertising in Vogue?