BTW, I'm not mentioning it on fb because family. My brother knows, but not telling parents until I have a plan of action because it'll probably upset mom & with her memory, I'll either have to tell her over&over again, or she'll fixate. Either way, waiting until I have all the answers.

Eta: I am SO my father's daughter in this, it'd be funny if I didn't find it so infuriating to be on the other end at times.

Here's hoping for easy and effective treatment and ALSO a doctor's note for anything you don't want to do.

Here's hoping for easy and effective treatment and ALSO a doctor's note for anything you don't want to do.

This sounds like an excellent plan, I like it!

I am very over having a headache (3 of the last 4 days, though I took my meds two of those days, but now I'm out and forgot it was my last refill and am waiting for the pharmacy and the doctor's office to get that together)

Best of luck getting good treatment, sarameg.

Sheryl, I wake up nearly everyday to ltc screaming to be let out. Fun times.

I finished a thing, a writing thing! It's been months since I finished a writing thing. I seem to remember being good at this once.

sarameg, I hope that the least intrusive treatment options provide relief.

sarameg, good treatment options~ma.

meara, I feel ya. Seasons changing = migraine season for me here.

And general sympathies re: various despairs from the democracy that we were promised. I was talking with a friend yesterday on how I've been no longer willing to look at jobs that aren't actively trying to improve/help something substantial in this world.

Edited: brain is porridge today. So is my grammar.

Sheryl, I wake up nearly everyday to ltc screaming to be let out. Fun times.

I no longer remember how long the kids slept with us. Brendon was 2-1/2 when Bobby was born and we put a single bed lengthwise at the foot of our king size bed that he used, and the crib was butted up next to my side of the bed so I could easily nurse during the night. They had a room where their bunk beds and stuff was located, and they eventually used it, but I don't know when. At 24 and 27 they still don't hesitate to jump on my bed when I am comfy reading and they come by for a visit. Both sets of grandparents disapproved of the room sharing, but weren't interfering by nature, just gave the usual warning that they would never leave, but they did. For DH and me it was simply a less stressful setup where everyone slept better with less drama. Musical beds for years! If I was restless or too warm with all the bodies I would go into one of the kids beds. There was little rhyme nor reason to where we ended up on any given night.

I finished a thing, a writing thing!

Woo! Do it again!

Been walking the beach every morning at sunrise. Have to say that the effort going down the path to the shore when I arrive is much less than climbing up the dunes after the walk. Helps my mood considerably all morning though.

edit so you will think I can spell

I finished a thing, a writing thing!

Yay! You're still good at this, I bet.

Here I am, my first day back at work full-time, and I have nothing to do. I've finished everything in my inbox and I literally have nothing to do. Mind you, I'm not complaining, I'm basking.