November 29, 2009

Though generously medicated, I still feel decidedly horrible. The migraine seems to have a mind of its own; sometimes my whole head feels as if it is made of the very essence of pain, a few hours later the pain will ebb to be replaced with most intense nausea, still others will leave me feeling so intensely light and sound sensitive that the merest hint of light or the tiniest breath of sound is excruciating. All in all, I’m in a terrificially bad mood about it. I really am a very pathetic person when I’m sick. It’s probably very good that I live alone.

As if linked to my physical health, the dog has been suffering some EPI side effects herself. I’m still unsure if it’s the new enzyme supplement as the issues are inconsistent at best. She’s still defecating with a bit more frequentcy and urgency than before, but there is no physical evidence in her bowel movements to suggest she isn’t absorbing the enzymes. I’ve slightly increased her dosage, but it’s still too soon to see if that will make any difference. Thankfully we had no episodes at my grandparents’ during Thanksgiving, but I’ll be away over the weekend and I’m a bit concerned about that. Though, I’m sure a bit of canine diarrhea and/or vomit would hardly surprise the company I’m visiting given the number of resident dogs.

Actually, I’m also a bit wary of Wednesday’s Lions Holiday Party. Sarah and Fay will be joining us again this year, and I’m actually quite thrilled about the potential for mouthwatering food. Probably my neurosis is unfounded, but I just hope there won’t be any episodes there either. The Normanside really isn’t my ideal location for a sick dog experience.

But on the up side, I have managed over the course of the last few days to dredge up some energy — in my few moments that I’m not in raging pain — to edit a bit of my Nano and I’m thoroughly pleased with the effort. Granted, it’s a terrible novel at the moment. It’s also very much unfinished. But even though it’s a sad example of my writing skill, there is a foundation there. And now that I can safetly brainstorm and outline, I feel that I can salvage it into something I’m not ashamed to share. Eventually.

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