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Didn't sleep well Monday night because of sinus trouble, most likely due to a front moving in. Since I had to go to bed early last night (to get up early today to take my mother to have her eyes examined) I didn't take a nap. Figured I'd have no trouble getting to sleep, but took some melatonin anyway. Naturally, I didn't get soundly to sleep until a bit after I normally go to bed. :-(
Got up early, ate breakfast, got dressed, called my mother to let her know I was on the way. My gut was bothering me a bit, so I took a glycopyrrolate. Didn't seem to help. So, when I got to Mother's I explained that I'd was short on sleep two nights in a row and my gut was acting up, so let's try to keep things peaceful.
Trip over wasn't bad. However, the waiting room was cold and packed, and Mother picked seats near the TV (not really much choice) which was too loud. She didn't get called back until nearly an hour after her appointment. I kept trying to nap, but between the noise (Boosh was on, no less) and the cold didn't have much luck. I went downstairs briefly to take some pills, but again they didn't help. We finally got out of there just after Noon. I was thoroughly chilled and glad to be outside. (Note that this was not a fever; the day outside was cool, but felt vastly better than that office.) Naturally, as soon as we got in the car Mother wanted the AC on. I eventually noticed she had her vents closed, which was why she was hot.
By now I'm not only having gut crunches but feeling a bit nauseous. Before we have lunch my mother wants to go by the UK hospital, so she can find where she's supposed to be for something next week. There's several problems with this plan. A) I'm sick B) there's construction going on so finding our way around is hard C) there are few signs, and half of them are obviously wrong due to the construction and D) Mother can't see (dilated pupils) and can't remember the name of the place. Finally, the fifth time I asked her (she simply ignored me the other four times) she said "The dental building!" (Does UK even have a separate dental building?)
We still couldn't find it. What I did find was myself being tailgated by an ambulance with lights on but no siren, and no place to pull over. I hoped it was turning in at the emergency room and hit the gas. Fortunately, I was right. Back out at Rose I suggested that if she's not hungry we simply go back home. She looked over at me, surprised. "Aren't you hungry?" No, Mother, I'm *SICK* to the point of being mildly nauseous. I must have looked like I was at death's door; for just a moment, it seemed to dawn on her that I might actually not be feeling well. "What's wrong?" I just groaned, since not only had I told her repeatedly, earlier, but I've been having attacks like this for over twenty years. They're due to damage from a yeast infection. They aren't caused by stress (I can usually trace episodes to some specific food.) but stress exacerbates them. And she's not helping.
At least she looks concerned, for a moment. Then she's back to normal. "Oh, well; whatever you want to do."
She then told me how to get home. (Side rant: My mother won't believe maps. She won't believe it when someone tells her there's a shorter, more direct route. She won't believe her own experience when someone actually takes her on that shorter, more direct route. She *KNOWS* how to get where she's going and she's going her way no matter what!) I told her I just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. "Suit yourself."
She then complained that I was going far out of my way, and would take an extra half hour, and we should have gone another way. (I've taken her this way before and _proved_ it's quicker. That didn't register. See above.) I finally gave up, turned around and drove through downtown Lexington during lunch hour to get on US 421 back to Frankfort. She then complained about how heavy the traffic was.
Please, God, help this woman...
I dropped her off at her place, went home, took two different gut medicines (one of which has to be kept refrigerated) and lay down, hoping to sleep. Ten seconds later, the downhill neighbor started playing what I think is Hip-Hop. Loudly.
I didn't sleep, but I lay down long enough for the medicines to start working and am feeling better. I may even eat. Eventually.
Got up early, ate breakfast, got dressed, called my mother to let her know I was on the way. My gut was bothering me a bit, so I took a glycopyrrolate. Didn't seem to help. So, when I got to Mother's I explained that I'd was short on sleep two nights in a row and my gut was acting up, so let's try to keep things peaceful.
Trip over wasn't bad. However, the waiting room was cold and packed, and Mother picked seats near the TV (not really much choice) which was too loud. She didn't get called back until nearly an hour after her appointment. I kept trying to nap, but between the noise (Boosh was on, no less) and the cold didn't have much luck. I went downstairs briefly to take some pills, but again they didn't help. We finally got out of there just after Noon. I was thoroughly chilled and glad to be outside. (Note that this was not a fever; the day outside was cool, but felt vastly better than that office.) Naturally, as soon as we got in the car Mother wanted the AC on. I eventually noticed she had her vents closed, which was why she was hot.
By now I'm not only having gut crunches but feeling a bit nauseous. Before we have lunch my mother wants to go by the UK hospital, so she can find where she's supposed to be for something next week. There's several problems with this plan. A) I'm sick B) there's construction going on so finding our way around is hard C) there are few signs, and half of them are obviously wrong due to the construction and D) Mother can't see (dilated pupils) and can't remember the name of the place. Finally, the fifth time I asked her (she simply ignored me the other four times) she said "The dental building!" (Does UK even have a separate dental building?)
We still couldn't find it. What I did find was myself being tailgated by an ambulance with lights on but no siren, and no place to pull over. I hoped it was turning in at the emergency room and hit the gas. Fortunately, I was right. Back out at Rose I suggested that if she's not hungry we simply go back home. She looked over at me, surprised. "Aren't you hungry?" No, Mother, I'm *SICK* to the point of being mildly nauseous. I must have looked like I was at death's door; for just a moment, it seemed to dawn on her that I might actually not be feeling well. "What's wrong?" I just groaned, since not only had I told her repeatedly, earlier, but I've been having attacks like this for over twenty years. They're due to damage from a yeast infection. They aren't caused by stress (I can usually trace episodes to some specific food.) but stress exacerbates them. And she's not helping.
At least she looks concerned, for a moment. Then she's back to normal. "Oh, well; whatever you want to do."
She then told me how to get home. (Side rant: My mother won't believe maps. She won't believe it when someone tells her there's a shorter, more direct route. She won't believe her own experience when someone actually takes her on that shorter, more direct route. She *KNOWS* how to get where she's going and she's going her way no matter what!) I told her I just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. "Suit yourself."
She then complained that I was going far out of my way, and would take an extra half hour, and we should have gone another way. (I've taken her this way before and _proved_ it's quicker. That didn't register. See above.) I finally gave up, turned around and drove through downtown Lexington during lunch hour to get on US 421 back to Frankfort. She then complained about how heavy the traffic was.
Please, God, help this woman...
I dropped her off at her place, went home, took two different gut medicines (one of which has to be kept refrigerated) and lay down, hoping to sleep. Ten seconds later, the downhill neighbor started playing what I think is Hip-Hop. Loudly.
I didn't sleep, but I lay down long enough for the medicines to start working and am feeling better. I may even eat. Eventually.
