Helenka, Queen of Outer Space

Whether it was trying to keep track of spasms per minute or minutes per spasm, the numbers were simply grotesque and made my day nothing more than an ordeal. Sigh.

So, naturally, it was nearly impossible to sit in front of my desktop and I spent most of the day flat on my back. Booooring. I realized - a little late - that there are still two people to whom I'd like to send holiday greetings, but I'm having technical difficulties. For one, I can only contact him via FB Messenger but I can't find that option in my current state. For the other, the only way is to find his address in an old Yahoo Mail, but I'm limited to using the app on my phone, because my colours are all borked on my desktop. Sigh, again.

I'm officially tossing this day into the shredder which I suppose is appropriate as it was Boxing Day. Not the quaint Brit practice of giving little boxes to household staff, but more like getting my torso pummelled.

At least I managed to sleep until after 7 and nodded off while watching the evening news. Just hoping I can conk out overnight. ::crosses fingers::

Sigh. After a second night in a row of falling asleep naturally (aka without conscious thought), I woke up early but devoid of pain. Well, you just know the universe can't stand that, so the pain returned, little by little, over the hours. Sigh. So, instead of tidying up and decorating, all I did was remove the summer flowers. Before I knew it, it was time for movie night at the house. SuM, S. and I watched "The Prom" which we hadn't realized was a musical. We finished off my bottle of Hypnotiq, had peppermint tea and cookies. I'd cheated a bit and used a drop of atropine in my right eye. So, right now, I can see so amazingly clearly. I'd like to stay up reading, but my mind is telling me to conk out. What to do, what to do?

Quick response? Nighty-night, all.

Obviously, yesterday wasn't worth wasting any words on. If that weren't enough, searing pain woke me up around 4 and I was up for the rest of the night. Yes, I certainly AM cranky and grumpy! To make things worse, there was no N.C.I.S. because it's December and Rudolph just had to visit. Sigh.

Had some unscheduled conk-outs during the day, even when watching the news. Boo. I'm also peeved by unnecessary bureaucracy. I didn't realize my disabled parking permit had expired last September (eek!) so went on the provincial website to see what was required. If I'd actually received the renewal package, all I would have had to do was drop the signed form into the mailbox and - tada - all done. But, now, I have to d/l the form and supply copies of photo ID (which they already have on file, sheesh).

Anyway, I'm going to have some soothing rice and beans for a late dinner and then try to read more of my book. And hope for a much better night.

So, let's begin with the mind. After missing a couple of Final Jeopardy clues even though I knew the identity of the person but couldn't remember the name (e.g. key and lightning but not Ben Franklin and prosecutor of Jean Valjean but not Javert), my faith in my ability to recall things - especially music - was restored as I finally solved the earworm from Thursday's Young Sheldon. While Sheldon is in the middle of a quandary, there was this driving music in the background. I first thought it was from Glee but then recalled it was a flash mob during America's Got Talent. Still don't know the name of it.

Anyway, even though the vision was only so-so, I watched ST: Disco (even though S. had to explain what happened at the salvage place) and got something out of Battle of the Blades.

I was too tired to post on Friday - just before my electronic disaster on Saturday. I restarted my computer and allowed Windows 10 to update. Uh-oh. Windows was refusing to talk to ZoomText, leaving me with no method of accessing any browsers or files or anything. ::shrieks::

I couldn't get in touch with Brian because I checked FB on my phone and saw he was visiting his sisters and toddler nephews, so I figured I would wait until yesterday to text him of my woes.

In the meantime, SuM, S. and I planned to watch "Aquaman" on Netflix Sunday night. I thought it was a stupid movie with all those explosions underwater. But it wasted a few hours. I'd asked if S. could visit me to see if there were things she could do, because I can't read the screen.

So, today, after S. tried and failed to resolve things, I texted Brian again. He phoned back. Oh, joy, he took today off as a holiday. With him on speakerphone and S. at my keyboard (and Brian eventually taking over control remotely), I had my ZoomText uninstalled with colours applied through Ease of Access (huh, can't they call it Accessibility?), so I can now read everything more clearly than before in browsers, but not documents. I guess I'll have to tackle that independently. It was a little insulting to learn that my version of ZT is considered "Legacy" aka Ancient!

Anyway, I'm just finally relaxing and watching TV. I think I'll watch Bull and then collapse. I need to scrape my freezer tomorrow morning before I get more (yummy) meals delivered.

Ain't necessarily so. I woke up at 11:44 and then suffered the consequences of being nearly two hours late taking my first dose of painkillers and Robax. And then the pain stayed with me all day. Hello, bed and TV. Finally, I had to take the last dose early by a couple of hours. I bet my sigh of relief was heard by dogs.

I was two weeks behind in Savage Love so I just spent over an hour reading all the comments. Now I can start of last week's column. While dealing with fuzzy sight. Sigh.

Back tomorrow.

Well, let's just say that yesterday was so bad I had to obliterate the memory of it and the pain. So, it was such bliss to wake up this morning without a single twinge or ache. As always, I'm astounded by my body's ability for self-repair as I sleep. Now if only I could prolong the feeling....

No. Such. Luck. The only thing that kept me going was the anticipation of a visit from church-John, even though neither of us reconfirmed. Yeah, you guessed it. No c-J. At least I hadn't bothered getting dressed, remaining cocooned in my towel and cozy capelet. I sent him an email wondering what had happened but received no response. So now I have to worry if something happened to him. Sigh.

Watched my usual shows and then dozed off. That also amazes me when I can nod off despite the pain. But I'll be happy for my pills in a few minutes and then crawling back to bed.

a) I'm in pain;
b) I can't see;
c) My computer is being ridiculous;
d) All of the above.

Today was just more of the same, though at least I can see some colour tonight. But I had to restart Liblikas twice this morning. Stubborn child.

I finally got around to emailing church-John about my supplement needs. The hilarious thing is that I put "drugs" in the subject line and nosey Google suggested I change it or send via the private route! Uh-huh.

Had to catch up on blind group stuff because of yesterday's problems. Ended up watching two days' worth of news on TV. More than enough.

Now I'm back to dealing with screaming pain. Time for pills. Hear my loud sigh of relief.

When I wasn't lying in bed feeling sorry for myself, that is. I processed loads of contributions to the blind group and didn't forget to submit my own payment.

Earlier, while back in bed and watching TV, I kept conking out. Oops! Sorry, Judge Judy, but you're putting me to sleep. There was no good news on tonight, only more on the 36 year old case of a murdered child, finally solved through genetic testing advancement over the decades.

But in good CAT news, I'm going to be in charge next weekend when SuM and S. go away. I have to remember to have a glorious rewatch of "Lawrence of Arabia" with the music on full blast!

Anyway, my sigh is crap and I'm feeling irritable because I can't see the mistakes I'm making. Sigh.

Amazingly enough, multiple epis of darling Peppa Pig were enough to alleviate the pain and allow me to fall into the customary amnesia sleep spell. So I got to sleep in until past 10:30. Unfortunately, Peppa's power did not reign during the daylight hours. Even though my pill schedule was shortened and more equidistant, my body was having None. Of. That. Can you hear the implied stomping of stubborn feet?

So, I returned to bed, even though I had exquisite vision for most of the day. It didn't even dissipate when I watched my TV shows. Yes, my body is weird.

I was a bit sad. SuM was looking for a movie for us for movie night. She'd found one at the library with a Spanish title. I was certain it would have subtitles which would definitely ruin the experience for blind old me. So I asked her to find a film (I believe they're all documentaries) currently playing (mostly streaming) at the queer film fest. She said the ones she found interesting were ALL foreign with subtitles. So, imagine the pout I'm about to make.

Sigh. Now I'm feeling bored and more weird. I think I'll repeat my Peppa regimen tonight. And keep my fingers crossed for pain relief.

Repeat for hours. So utterly frustrating. Despite my other computer woes, I had exquisite vision the later it got, so I stayed up reading until - eek - 3:19 a.m. Slept until past 10, so that was okay. The vision was still mostly with me during the early part of the day until it began to fade. Um, maybe I should have restarted my computer when I could actually see. Silly Blonde.

My body flirted with pain through the night. Nothing new there. So, once again, it was pills, bed rest, and watching TV. I know: b-o-r-I-n-g.

Anyway, it's almost time for pills with a bit of chocolate and juice. Tomorrow, I'll be counting coins for our blind group's collection drive. Not looking forward to the task.