So here's the thing: something's not right.
I mean, you knew that, and so did I. Ken still feels moderately crappy most days. It's tough to be going on with.
But that's not new, and it's actually better than it used to be (because it was just hell, and now it's heck). And yet...things seem to be deteriorating for me, cognitively at least.
I frequently tell people that my head feels like a tin can full of BB's and that someone is shaking it. I realize that it's been going on a long time because I have mental pictures of a few rather startled faces...and some fairly concerned ones.
I see the meds man tomorrow, perhaps he will be able to help. I passed a student smoking today and briefly considered that as a solution to my problems; however, I don't want to renew a rotten habit I managed to ditch 20 years ago. Also, I'd have to get divorced, due to my husband's virulent distaste for smoking. (With which I entirely agree, by the way.)
I'm going to try Jazzercise instead.
It's getting hot.
That's about all the news that's fit to print.