headaches, medication, anger, etc.

Today’s been rough. Steadily worse. A battle to control my anger, as my fuse burns shorter and shorter. I’m almost too tense to write - it’s amazing how distracting such frustration can be.

So what’s got me upset? The usual. Noise, headaches, sinus trouble, bigR’s attitude, littleR’s perfectly-pitched cries, work. You’d think after all this time I’d have learned to deal with it all and just relax, but I can’t. The worst of it is, after wrangling a free day off work for my nonsectomy, I slept for eleven hours last night. That’s like, unheard of. Seems the longer I sleep the worse I wake up feeling. That’s not right.

I should be on my way to the airport to pick up my mother right now, but her flight is having numerous problems, which is unsurprising. She is flying out here on a free ticket she received for her last flight having problems. Looks to be no different this time around. So, if you’d like to purchase just one ticket to Hawaii, then receive a free ticket every time you want to come back, fly ATA. This seems to be their standard practice.

Let’s get back to this headache; this thing will just NOT go away. As you may know I was recently prescribed Tramadol
for my migraines. So far we are swinging 0 for 2 on its effectiveness. After giving up on the drugs for the day, I turned to my Anti-Drug: alcohol. Guinness #1 went down nice and smooth with dinner; #2 is even better as I write this.

Here’s hoping for a better tomorrow.

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the obligatory vasectomy pre-story

It hasn’t happened yet - fortyish hours and counting - but I had my vasectomy “pre-screening” / Q&A session last Monday. Highlights include my stifling a laugh when the doc said “balls” and Gross Wife’s suggestion we store a sample in a plastic baggie in our own freezer. Gross.

We’ve discussed our decision pretty thoroughly and are satisfied with our wanting to 1) be able to continue to afford having children and 2) keep our carbon footprint just the size it is now.

So Monday afternoon, we do the deed. My mother is visiting next week as well, so it’s a good enough time to wrangle a few free days off work for us to lounge around the house.

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