I am slightly confused as to whether I am following the spirit of the law for the WEGO Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge by mixing my own posts with theirs. Not all their prompts grabbed me, but I suspect that I am drifting further from my health topics than they might have intended. Ah well. If I manage to post every day this month I’ll call it a win, one way or the other.
My general status is best summed up as “meh”. My seasonal allergies are Not Fun and I am at the daily nosebleed stage of things. There’s not really much to do about it except use the saline spray daily (Reminder to myself: do this!) and tough it out.
Hauling around my foot leaves me permanently exhausted and yet in the throes of cabin-fever, which is never a pretty sight. Add a couple poor nights’ sleep and I went ballistic on hubby this morning for a legitimate and well-intentioned clothing criticism. In my defence, no one else should be staring at my crotch, and if they did and my fly looked open but it wasn’t then they could just be disappointed. I did call after I got to work and apologised for being crazy. Well, crazier than usual. Despite being exhausted, the melatonin continues to be a huge help; I shudder to think where I might be right now without it.
My nails are unusually long and nice-looking, so they will clearly start tearing down to the quick any minute now. I will probably cut them off this evening in anticipation of the inevitable.
The cats go to vet on Friday. I always feel that I ought to send the technicians a gift in apology, like flowers or a fruit basket or a first-aid kit. I have been trying to thin out Zack’s collection of mats and we’re currently not speaking to each other, other than nasty looks exchanged across the room. He is getting terribly thin though, and I worry. For an approximately 13 year old cat he’s doing pretty well. Lucas, on the other hand, I fully expect to need a diet, because he’s an adorable little tubbo.
I do not yet own a new car. It may have to wait until my toes stop feeling like they are unattached. This is a particularly unpleasant experience. It is two weeks until the podiatrist- I fear there is a boot in my future. That will br a thrilling week- four doctor appointments in five days. I am not looking forward to this.