Slept Like A Log


I remember absolutely no dreams from last night, though I feared there would be many after all I ate last night. But I am still waking at about 5 a.m. every day with a headache. I don’t believe it is a rebound, because my sinuses are a mess and I feel the pressure. And I know the migraine accompanies it. When I took my last Frova last week, it took the headache away and it didn’t return until a day or so later–Friday, to be precise, when I had my melt-down after Ernie’s emergency. Then I cried and hyperventilated, and woke the next morning with another migraine. I didn’t have one on Monday, either, but after the session with John and Sabrina, I woke with a migraine. And the sinus one today. I told cousin John yesterday when he called I was thinking of trying Botox, now that it has been FDA-approved. Cassandra mentioned it, too, since she is having a bad time of migraines.

Speaking of Este, I was thinking of telling her about the gay and lesbian members of my family: Lisa, Annie, Uncle Don (who was unfortunately in the closet all his life– 😦 ), as well as so many friends who have had to make difficult decisions. I wonder if UNM has a mental health clinic that could provide a therapist to help her. Also Albuquerque probably has a group for parents of GLTQ people. I will suggest that to Este and if she wants me to contact Stephanie, I certainly will. Right now, she asked me not to say anything to her and I respect that.

This morning, since I was up, after my headache was manageable, I wrote in long-hand for 30 minutes, about 2 pages in my large journal. Those are “morning pages,” as described as an aid to clear the mind so a writer can write without writer’s block. It actually helped, because a couple of incidents that upset me with Sabrina surfaced. He asked us both to come with lists of incidents to discuss, to get them out, so we can move on. (Though I really wonder if Sabrina will ever let things go.)

And a lovely thing happened yesterday. Pattie Baker invited me to her home for Thanksgiving! I was so moved and shocked. I would love to go, though at first I thought it was not doable. But I could fly SW into Albany, celebrate the holiday, and then visit my family in Central NYS. The question is what to do with Ernie. But I have time to find a place. Maybe Theresa would watch him, even. And I could check out Wag N’ Tails. It’s the eye meds that are the problem. But maybe I can work it out. I could bring what I’ve written to John for his contacts at Simon and Schuster. He also has a publisher who might publish “Nana’s Stories.” Though I might have to change names, or leave out certain stories that are just for the family. I have lots of stories, so I would have to select the most “commercial” of them. I think he said McMillan or was it Houghton Miflin. I also have contacts through Pearson for Penguin and at Harcourt. So I actually do have a foot in the publishing door. So I’d better get writing!

I found just enough pretty pink birthday paper for Palwasha’s gifts, so I wrapped them and stuck on pretty pink curly ribbon. So I only need a gift bag and mailing envelope.

I REALLY need to register the car and get it inspected. I did call in prescriptions: blood pressure and triptans. Islam 101 class is on for tonight. The topic is shirk. And tomorrow is the Dhikr Circle at VIVA! I REALLY want to be there. Yesterday I changed my FB profile pic (twice) with Sufi symbols: 1st a dark blue mandela with beige/yellow accents, and a pink, purple, light blue and yellow Sufi heart. I stuck with that one, but also found a stylized sparkly red “Bismillah” that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, but I wait a while; changing pics twice in one day was enough.

I did ask John about the $$$$, and he said that was actually what he called about. He said he will start sending something soon. Disney/PIXAR is looking at his ” Birds of a Feather” for animation. I think it would work well in animation. Robbie is sneaking home every weekend to hang with his buddies who do nothing, so John is concerned. Robbie is a very young 22-year-old. He is so different from.Elsie. John laughed when I told him how OCD Sabrina is about her house; I guess Chris, his wife, is the same. She was busy doing Robbie’s laundry. I said he should do his own, and related how Sabrina began doing her laundry after the lipstick-in-the-pant’s-pocket in incident. And the girls do their own laundry (also the family’s). Me, I haven’t done laundry in ages!

Think I’ll look for flights for Thanksgiving while I wait for Ernie to show up.

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About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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