Good Fight

 Just a quick, after dinner, post-therapy check in. I'm exhausted. Woke up with a migraine-like headache and felt sick all morning. Had my blood pressure checked at the clinic in the afternoon and also found out that I've gained fifteen pounds. Ugh. This is not good. I just wanted to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head and hibernate until this pandemic is over. 

Instead I came home and had a tiny bit of caffeine (literally, half a cup of regular coffee, which is a lot of caffeine for me to have these days) to try to take the edge of my headache. (I don't like taking medications, but the caffeine seemed to help.) I think part of the headache was from PMS and part of it was from the storms moving over the city. My brain does not like the change in pressure related to the weather and when you add it to the change in hormones related to perimenopausal PMS, it is its own kind of perfect storm.

Then therapy. Wrenching.

Thankfully, Dave made dinner after that. We are in the midst of a month of eating vegan, so we had vegan nachos. Every meal, no matter what it is (we had nachos tonight, pizza last night, and he had a sandwich today), Dave laments the lack of cheese. (After stepping on the scale at the doctor's office today, I'm never eating cheese again. Ever.) It's not like he's given up dairy altogether either. He has a pass on his usual breakfast of yogurt and kefir over berries! He's just a cheese addict. (I am, too, which is why I requested a vegan month.)

I'm still reading At Home by Bill Bryson. I'm about 2/3 of the way through and he's bogged down in too much detail as he tends to do. I skipped about half a chapter's worth of stuff about garden design in sixteenth and seventeenth century Britain (because who cares?) and then another long section about the decimation of bat populations (because I value my mental well being), but otherwise I'm slogging through it. After this, I've got a host of books lined up, including a science fiction-y one (I am not a great fan of science fiction) by a Japanese author named Sayuri Ueda. I bought the novel, The Cage of Zeus, after reading a short story she wrote that was one of the best short stories I've read in a long time, just smart and terrifying. 

Okay, then. My head is still feeling a bit too heavy for my neck, so I'm going to go and rest it on a pillow for awhile. 

Stay safe.