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I am on the first day of my period, not to be TMI or anything, but it is relevant: I am so profoundly retarded today, in the truest sense of the word, that I am wondering if something is really wrong. Fi reminds me that this happened last month too. I took Midol, and spent the rest of the day lightheaded, slightly dizzy, finding the world too pale and far away, having extreme difficulty concentrating on a topic or a task, forgetting things, being unable to recall conversation that was ongoing.
So today I said, fuck this medicine, I'm just going to take ibuprofin. I used to take ibuprofin daily when I had knee problems and i know it doesn't get me high.
Ha.
We went to the bank, the fabric store, and the grocery store.
Instances of abnormal behavior on my part:
1) Enroute to the bank, I kept saying, "Ow" and "ugh", thinking it was the first time I had spoken, and only as the sound was coming out of my mouth would I realize that I had just said something similar, and poor Fi was being driven insane. I had only just taken the ibuprofin so I was in a lot of pain at the time and thought that must explain it. But then the ibuprofin kicked in.
2) In the fabric store I bought a number of things I had not planned to, and was not sure why afterward. I'll use them all, but I spent $60 when I just went there for sewing machine needles.
3) We got out of the store. Fi's radio had not been working-- it cuts out and won't come back on, somewhat frequently, much to her irritation. She turned the car on and the radio came on. I said something to the effect of "yay", or so she tells me; she responded with something similar. We drove for a minute or two, she remarked on the shitty song that was playing and how she didn't dare change it, and I said, "Oh, your radio is working!" as I noticed (so I thought) for the first time. ...
4) I asked why we were going down Niagara Falls Boulevard, when it would be faster to go straight through and go down a side street to get home. "So we can go to the grocery store?" Fi said.
"We're going to the grocery store?" I said. "Oh yeah, I suppose we need some things." Then, and only then, I remembered the whole prior conversation and the list we'd made of things we needed at the store.
I'm sort of worried that I'm not OK, and yet, Fi says I acted just like this last month.
Sigh. I need to go to the doctor anyway, because I just do; I am writing this down because otherwise I will forget about this again. I am sure I will be fine tomorrow either way.
Oh well. At the fabric store I bought a bunch of things to make garb for Z. He could care less what the hell he wears, and i know that if I make him 'correct' multi-layer garb, he will not wear all the layers, so I am going to be lazy and farby and put false collars and cuffs of an under-tunic into the neck/sleeves of an over-tunic, and see how it looks. I have decided for him that we're going to go with a vaguely Baltic look for him; I can't find any quick sources, so I'm going to combine what I can find online about Russian/Slavic SCA-period garb with what I can find from his family's books on traditional Latvian clothing, and go from there. It doesn't need to be terribly good-- plausible at 10 feet, right? -- so that's what I'm doing. I got some nice super-cheap striped cotton I'm going to start off with as trousers and tunics, and I'm going to make myself a skirt and tunic in a similar style. I will need to figure out woven belts; maybe Fi can help.
So today I said, fuck this medicine, I'm just going to take ibuprofin. I used to take ibuprofin daily when I had knee problems and i know it doesn't get me high.
Ha.
We went to the bank, the fabric store, and the grocery store.
Instances of abnormal behavior on my part:
1) Enroute to the bank, I kept saying, "Ow" and "ugh", thinking it was the first time I had spoken, and only as the sound was coming out of my mouth would I realize that I had just said something similar, and poor Fi was being driven insane. I had only just taken the ibuprofin so I was in a lot of pain at the time and thought that must explain it. But then the ibuprofin kicked in.
2) In the fabric store I bought a number of things I had not planned to, and was not sure why afterward. I'll use them all, but I spent $60 when I just went there for sewing machine needles.
3) We got out of the store. Fi's radio had not been working-- it cuts out and won't come back on, somewhat frequently, much to her irritation. She turned the car on and the radio came on. I said something to the effect of "yay", or so she tells me; she responded with something similar. We drove for a minute or two, she remarked on the shitty song that was playing and how she didn't dare change it, and I said, "Oh, your radio is working!" as I noticed (so I thought) for the first time. ...
4) I asked why we were going down Niagara Falls Boulevard, when it would be faster to go straight through and go down a side street to get home. "So we can go to the grocery store?" Fi said.
"We're going to the grocery store?" I said. "Oh yeah, I suppose we need some things." Then, and only then, I remembered the whole prior conversation and the list we'd made of things we needed at the store.
I'm sort of worried that I'm not OK, and yet, Fi says I acted just like this last month.
Sigh. I need to go to the doctor anyway, because I just do; I am writing this down because otherwise I will forget about this again. I am sure I will be fine tomorrow either way.
Oh well. At the fabric store I bought a bunch of things to make garb for Z. He could care less what the hell he wears, and i know that if I make him 'correct' multi-layer garb, he will not wear all the layers, so I am going to be lazy and farby and put false collars and cuffs of an under-tunic into the neck/sleeves of an over-tunic, and see how it looks. I have decided for him that we're going to go with a vaguely Baltic look for him; I can't find any quick sources, so I'm going to combine what I can find online about Russian/Slavic SCA-period garb with what I can find from his family's books on traditional Latvian clothing, and go from there. It doesn't need to be terribly good-- plausible at 10 feet, right? -- so that's what I'm doing. I got some nice super-cheap striped cotton I'm going to start off with as trousers and tunics, and I'm going to make myself a skirt and tunic in a similar style. I will need to figure out woven belts; maybe Fi can help.
