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lydyYou know how, two days ago, when you were clipping Nuit's claws, your boyfriend told you that you should also clip Ninja's claws? And you know how you didn't, because it wasn't immediately convenient? And you know how, when you got home from work Saturday morning, you decided that although you were pretty sure the fleas hadn't followed you home there was pretty much nothing wrong with clean sheets, and while you were at it, it had been a couple of months since you'd washed the mattress pad? And you know how Ninja has been especially energetic since it's become fall, and races around like a mad thing? And you know how, after you stripped the bed, Ninja raced to the window, and the patch kit for the waterbed is in your boyfriend's room, and he's still asleep? Yeah, it was that kind of morning.
So, after patching the mattress and closing the door so the patches can cure without additional feline assistance, DDB and I went to Eau Claire for roller derby, as planned. It is their Back to School Bruise-a-thon, which is four bouts, and starts at three. Now, experience has shown that I don't get really tired until I've been awake for eighteen to twenty hours, and that I don't start getting wonky until I've been up for about thirty hours. I got up at six-thirty the previous evening, so I figure I've got several hours of roller derby in me, and I won't start getting particularly wonky until we get to the after-party, at which point I will drink sufficient beer (mmm, New Glarus Moon Man Ale) that people will just assume I'm drunk. We've done this before, and while the ride home is pretty annoying and vague, DDB is driving, and the rest of it is good fun. So we do that.
We go to our usual place for lunch, and I get my usual thing. By the time we get to Eau Claire, I am dizzy and nauseous. We're a little late, DDB goes straight in, I sit in the car waiting for the world to stop feeling like it's moving. (Yes, I know that it moves, but it's not supposed to _feel_ like it.) I go in, watch some derby. By half-time of the second bout, I'm pretty sure that the only thing I truly desire is to not be conscious. I get the car keys, go back out to the car, and nap in the back seat. Back seats are _terrible_ for this. There's a hump in the middle which makes it really uncomfortable. I take my crochet bag and my jacket, bunch them up under my head, and sleep. I wake several times, in pain from the back seat. I have a bout of abdominal cramps, nothing alarming, just uncomfortable. I finally feel like being conscious again about nine in the evening, which means that I've missed all the derby.
DDB checks to see if I want to go straight home. It has been our custom for several years to go to the afte rparty and DDB creates a slide show from the pictures he's taken during the bout, and we show them up on the big screen tv. It is enjoyed, and is fun, and is kind of our thing. I allow as how we should do the after party. I am not feeling very social, and basically just crochet and don't talk to many people. Which is fine. I manage one beer and one fried mushroom. Every time I stand up, I am incredibly stiff and limp, probably from having slept in such an uncomfortable position for several hours. The slide show is a huge success, and we go home.
And now I'm home. I have to work tonight, so I'm going to go to sleep, soon. It's been a long day. Not happy, but feeling not sick. Do not know what was wrong. Maybe my lunch disagreed with me? Maybe I'm having another round of allergic reactions? Maybe my life just sucks? And what about Naomi?
So, after patching the mattress and closing the door so the patches can cure without additional feline assistance, DDB and I went to Eau Claire for roller derby, as planned. It is their Back to School Bruise-a-thon, which is four bouts, and starts at three. Now, experience has shown that I don't get really tired until I've been awake for eighteen to twenty hours, and that I don't start getting wonky until I've been up for about thirty hours. I got up at six-thirty the previous evening, so I figure I've got several hours of roller derby in me, and I won't start getting particularly wonky until we get to the after-party, at which point I will drink sufficient beer (mmm, New Glarus Moon Man Ale) that people will just assume I'm drunk. We've done this before, and while the ride home is pretty annoying and vague, DDB is driving, and the rest of it is good fun. So we do that.
We go to our usual place for lunch, and I get my usual thing. By the time we get to Eau Claire, I am dizzy and nauseous. We're a little late, DDB goes straight in, I sit in the car waiting for the world to stop feeling like it's moving. (Yes, I know that it moves, but it's not supposed to _feel_ like it.) I go in, watch some derby. By half-time of the second bout, I'm pretty sure that the only thing I truly desire is to not be conscious. I get the car keys, go back out to the car, and nap in the back seat. Back seats are _terrible_ for this. There's a hump in the middle which makes it really uncomfortable. I take my crochet bag and my jacket, bunch them up under my head, and sleep. I wake several times, in pain from the back seat. I have a bout of abdominal cramps, nothing alarming, just uncomfortable. I finally feel like being conscious again about nine in the evening, which means that I've missed all the derby.
DDB checks to see if I want to go straight home. It has been our custom for several years to go to the afte rparty and DDB creates a slide show from the pictures he's taken during the bout, and we show them up on the big screen tv. It is enjoyed, and is fun, and is kind of our thing. I allow as how we should do the after party. I am not feeling very social, and basically just crochet and don't talk to many people. Which is fine. I manage one beer and one fried mushroom. Every time I stand up, I am incredibly stiff and limp, probably from having slept in such an uncomfortable position for several hours. The slide show is a huge success, and we go home.
And now I'm home. I have to work tonight, so I'm going to go to sleep, soon. It's been a long day. Not happy, but feeling not sick. Do not know what was wrong. Maybe my lunch disagreed with me? Maybe I'm having another round of allergic reactions? Maybe my life just sucks? And what about Naomi?
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Date: 2014-09-07 12:49 pm (UTC)I hope today is better.
And Naomi will continue to sing the song of her people.
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Date: 2014-09-08 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-09 07:41 am (UTC)