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Minor trials
Wednesday morning I hear what I hope is branches rattling in the wind outside the study window. Go to check, and it's a mouse gnawing on the ancient flour-paste that holds the paper to the shoji in the window, with a pile of nibbled washi on the floor. I block up vents in study, and turn shoji upside down so the ragged edge is at the top.
Thursday the bottom edge of shoji has been nibbled away as well.
(This mouse belongs next door, since that's where we first saw it. Could it please go back there?)
Wednesday sitting outside with sleeping babies I have a zone-out that turns into a sleep state, complete with dreams that disorient me on coming to. Or else I have attack of petit mal epilepsy: could be either, doctor says with a shrug.
Thursday sitting outside with howling new baby, who is only happy when outside, a wasp somehow gets into my pant leg and bites me twice. In spite of baking soda and Afterbite, it still swells and itches like crazy.
Today I finally get to my coffee house for a much-needed latte, only to find it's closed all week. After work I'm 45 minutes early for my acupuncture, so I go to the coffee shop two blocks from the studio: only to find it's closed today 'due to unforeseen circumstances.'
At least Grumpy the Letter Carrier is delivering my mail again, because my embroidery kit arrived today with commendable dispatch from France.
Thursday the bottom edge of shoji has been nibbled away as well.
(This mouse belongs next door, since that's where we first saw it. Could it please go back there?)
Wednesday sitting outside with sleeping babies I have a zone-out that turns into a sleep state, complete with dreams that disorient me on coming to. Or else I have attack of petit mal epilepsy: could be either, doctor says with a shrug.
Thursday sitting outside with howling new baby, who is only happy when outside, a wasp somehow gets into my pant leg and bites me twice. In spite of baking soda and Afterbite, it still swells and itches like crazy.
Today I finally get to my coffee house for a much-needed latte, only to find it's closed all week. After work I'm 45 minutes early for my acupuncture, so I go to the coffee shop two blocks from the studio: only to find it's closed today 'due to unforeseen circumstances.'
At least Grumpy the Letter Carrier is delivering my mail again, because my embroidery kit arrived today with commendable dispatch from France.
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And the doctor ruled out the TIA option? Good! (Though the shrug about petit mal seems a bit off-handed - is this your "own" doctor, or just a random clinic one?) Continued good wishes for your health.
And life is definitely getting at you, what with mouse and wasp and coffee-shop closures. I look forward to hearing about (seeing) the beautiful embroidery.
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I had no stroke symptoms of any kind, and I've had this kind of narcoleptic thing once before. This is my doctor of 20+ years, and I think she was joking about the petit mal, because my understanding is that epilepsy is what a friend described as a pleat in time. You don't wake up with a bunch of vague dream memories that can't be reconciled with reality. So maybe just heat and tirednesss.
Yes well, life is like that. I doubt the embroidery will be very beautiful, since this is a learning project. But maybe in time...