T. M.I.

It's one p.m. on Saturday and I am still in bed. Or should I say that I have returned to bed?

I was up in the night, from about 3:00 a.m. until about 7:30 a.m. I don't remember what I did in those hours. Maybe I sewed. Maybe I watched some youtube videos. My brain was still numb from no sleep. I had a snack (a banana and some yogurt) and then, a few hours later I had breakfast (canned tuna on brown rice). Then I went back to sleep.

I woke up about 11:30 and texted Dave to see where he was (his clarinet lesson had ended an hour before). He came home with coffee.

This is the T.M.I. part:

I started my period on Thursday and I have been bleeding heavily since. I mean, not just a little bit of bleeding, but "waking up in pools of my own blood" kind of bleeding, despite being padded up. I came home from the hospital on Friday having bled through my scrubs. I had to walk around for the last couple of hours in bloody clothes, which is never any fun. Even now, I am changing soaked pads every couple of hours. This is unusual for me (my periods are usually five days maximum with three or so very light days followed by only one or two heavy days at the end, but this has been heavy since the get go), but it's not unexpected, I guess. Anyway, despite the mess, I'm not worried--yet.

That's the end of the T.M.I part.

I woke up with a sore throat. I gargled with warm salt water and maybe it's better--or maybe it's not as bad as I was expecting it to be. (Seems to be a trend in my life these days.) On Friday, I worked closely with someone at the hospital who had been sick and of course I was around sick people all day. I probably picked something up. I have had my flu shot, but it's only about 30% effective this year and the flu is killing people. I'm likely not in danger, but I could put others in danger if I were to show up to school or work with the flu. So I hope it's not the flu. I hope it's just some garden variety junk virus that I'm going to shake off with pre-emptive sleeping and lots of fluids.

What else?

There's an interesting guy who works at the local co-op. He and I are always chatting about documentaries and movies and he has recently been recommending Get Out to me and Dave. So I went and watched the trailer online. Have you seen it? Jesus. I'm completely unable to watch horror films. (I grew up in a fairly violent and threatening household and I am disturbed by violence made into entertainment and I am sceptical unto disbelief by the ancient Greek idea of dramatized violence as cathartic.) I wish I had the fortitude to watch Get Out because from reading the reviews, I suspect it's an important if disturbing film, but I know I won't be able to make it through.

It's 1:35 now. I should get up if I'm going to get up. I have a list of things I need to do today, but none of it pressing.