Song: “One Headlight” by the Wallflowers
I woke up several times again last night. I tried to stay sleeping on my left side so I didn’t disturb any stitches but apparently I wasn’t very successful at that. I think they’re okay, though. I was dragging pretty badly this morning but I started to feel more awake after I had breakfast and moved around a bit.
I gave up on my exercises after about half an hour. For whatever reason, I couldn’t keep myself from repeatedly getting up and chasing after whatever ghosts had grabbed my attention at the moment. Spring has brought about a lot of different sounds that I’m not used to and they are very distracting. They’re all harmless – I know that – but I need to make sure, just in case. It’s very frustrating.
I didn’t take any pantoprazole this morning, and so far things are okay. J and I even had a tomato-based supper and I didn’t notice the least bit of heartburn. I did some reading and it seems that it may take a couple of days for its effects to stop, so maybe things will get bad again but I’ve got my fingers crossed. I hope that since I’m off the sertraline I won’t need it anymore.
My mom called this afternoon to let me know that my uncle was discharged from the hospital and is now at home. He was in the hospital for eight weeks – Mom didn’t have much in the way of details yet, but I imagine he must be pretty happy to be home. I’m not sure what the next steps are or when he’ll get a prosthesis, but I’m happy that he’s doing well.
My sister called, too, and we had a good talk. I’m getting to really like talking to her every week. It sounds like everyone over there is doing well – one of the kids got his orange belt in taekwondo, while the other has a dance recital coming up. They got two kittens a couple of months ago and everybody is getting along very well.
My mother-in-law and I had a good chat on the phone today, too. Her new phone was acting kind of weird so we did some test texts with attachments of different sizes to see if we could figure out what was going on. She got all of the texts so I think that’s a good sign.
Alien 3 is a terrible movie. The effects are poor, the story has a ton of unrealized potential, and it’s a huge letdown from the suspense/horror of Alien and the cheesy gung-ho action of Aliens. I thought today that I’d give Alien 3 another chance and turned it on. Between getting up and wandering around the house for one reason or another, there was one part where I had my headphones on and was actually paying attention to the movie. Buddy 1, Buddy 2, and Buddy 3 are in a dark, disused corridor, putting down candles, when they notice that SOMETHING is blowing out the most distant candles and is slowly getting closer. I turned up the volume – there was a sound coming from the far end of the corridor – and then…
The telephone rang.
I (quite literally) jumped out of my chair, banged my knees on the table, and let out a couple of good, solid curses. The windows were open – I hope they didn’t carry too far outside the house.
Alien 3 may be a crappy movie but it does have the occasional good parts, I suppose. I probably shouldn’t be watching stuff like that right now. I tried to get through Alien a while ago and couldn’t do it, even though I’ve probably seen it close to a dozen times.
I played around with my microscope again today. Still no luck with finding dividing cells in the algae, but now that there’s a ton of new things growing outside, there are more things to look at under the microscope than I can possibly get to.
I kept hearing sounds coming out of the basement, and I’m pretty sure they were coming from the hot water tank. I know it makes a whoomph sound when it turns on and then hisses and ticks when it’s running but I heard something different. J went out to the store this evening and while she was gone it started to really bother me. I gave the tank a thorough once-over and couldn’t find any leaks or bad smells or anything strange. I went back upstairs, then went back down and went over the tank again. And again. I took a picture, hoping that it would be proof enough that everything was okay but it didn’t really help. Once J got home I was able to make my way back upstairs but I was anxious and couldn’t get it out of my head. After we talked for a while, I felt a little better and was able to ignore that piping voice that tells me there’s something wrong that I have to deal with RIGHT NOW. Man, this stuff is frustrating and embarrassing. J makes it as un-embarrassing as possible, but I still feel… silly.
We watched another episode of Boston Legal this evening. I know the show is basically a political statement but the first couple of seasons are pretty good.
I hope I can sleep tonight.
I’m not sure what’s going on tomorrow. I think it’s supposed to rain.