11:11 two days in a row equals a bad omen.

[helenkacan]

Normally, waking up at 11:11 would be fabulous, but not this time. Yesterday, I was silently screaming with pain at 3:25. You know the drill: I took two more pills and fell unconscious. This morning, the screaming time was 2:20. If it weren't for the pain, both during the night and repeated during the day, I'd thought of making an appointment for a pedi at the mall for Thursday. Well, screw those plans when I can barely sit in a chair. Sigh. So I spent a lot of time in bed. Yesterday, my fave TV was the season opener of Bull which was done through the lens of Bull in a Covid nightmare. Tonight, it was the season premiere of N.C.I.S. which was just weird - mostly because I couldn't see much of the screen.

So what made me happy today (considering how I can't predict when pain will incapacitate me from leaving home)? It was learning that Baby Yoda is now on the ISS, thanks to a Japanese astronaut with a sense of humour. Yay!

I don't know if I have the stamina to stay up more than 12 hours. I guess I'll find out soon.