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How could I be in so much pain last night that I barely slept? And, yet, when I did, I crashed so deeply that the alarm woke me up mid-dream. I just don't understand. But I got going and was sitting outside, waiting for my ride around 8:30. My minivan was late and didn't show up until around 9:15. Good thing it was almost 50 even early in the day … so a pretend spring day.
Our blind group had its first meeting in our new (and free) space that had been used as a gallery space. It was long and narrow with glare from the storefront windows and lots of darkness (well, for me) the deeper I went. I set myself down at a table close to the speakers and met two peeps I'd never seen before. After the meeting-y portion, we had our potluck. Because of the darkness, I really was eating in the dark, trying to feel what was on my plate! Lots of variety, and lots of potato salad. Um … if I don't see (or hear the words) potato salad until next summer, it'll still be too soon!
As an equalizing bookend, my driver showed up 20 minutes early to take me home. I was more than ready as I needed to crawl in bed. I can't understand how I can go from pain to no pain - especially when I zonk out while watching TV. I caught up with last night's Murdoch Mysteries (where Julia decided to ease a dying patient's suffering by administering a lethal dose of morphine) and Frankie Drake Mysteries about a lost violin concerto Debussy wrote when visiting TO. Oy - more fact checking! OTOH, there was a thread of "Clair de Lune" flowing through the score near the end. Just managed to stay awake to watch my judge and game shows before misery took over again.
Well, pills have been taken along with some bracing ginger beer. Fingers crossed for relief … soon.
Our blind group had its first meeting in our new (and free) space that had been used as a gallery space. It was long and narrow with glare from the storefront windows and lots of darkness (well, for me) the deeper I went. I set myself down at a table close to the speakers and met two peeps I'd never seen before. After the meeting-y portion, we had our potluck. Because of the darkness, I really was eating in the dark, trying to feel what was on my plate! Lots of variety, and lots of potato salad. Um … if I don't see (or hear the words) potato salad until next summer, it'll still be too soon!
As an equalizing bookend, my driver showed up 20 minutes early to take me home. I was more than ready as I needed to crawl in bed. I can't understand how I can go from pain to no pain - especially when I zonk out while watching TV. I caught up with last night's Murdoch Mysteries (where Julia decided to ease a dying patient's suffering by administering a lethal dose of morphine) and Frankie Drake Mysteries about a lost violin concerto Debussy wrote when visiting TO. Oy - more fact checking! OTOH, there was a thread of "Clair de Lune" flowing through the score near the end. Just managed to stay awake to watch my judge and game shows before misery took over again.
Well, pills have been taken along with some bracing ginger beer. Fingers crossed for relief … soon.
