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Minimaliste
Mar. 24th, 2003 11:19 pmHard to believe I haven't updated for like a week, and I was even Doing Stuff in the interim, though at the same time, I was still crawling out from under the cold of the previous week. One thing about the CFS, it takes much longer to bounce back from ordinary stress. So I go on a fun trip, or get a big emotional blow, or just get a good whacking cold, and though I can soldier my way through those pretty much, the next goddamn week is all aches and insomnia and headaches and tummy upset.
I tell you, if I just never ate anything again, never left the house, and never spoke to anyone again, I'd be in such great shape. Unfortunately, there is a limit to how minimalistic I want my life to be!
Aside from going home early on Tuesday, I soldiered through last week -- Tuesday was a little weird, because I was still coughing a lot that day. When I'd woke, I was fine, but by the time I got to work, I had a real persistent cough going, and then I started getting vaguely nauseous, which kept up from like 11 on. Around 2 PM, I got a nosebleed, and at that point I said, "Enough" and went home via a stop by CVS to buy more cough syrup.
The next day, I went to work with the cough syrup in my backpack. It occurred to me, halfway through the next day, when there was no repeat of the nausea, that probably what had happened was that I was coughing so much I may have kicked up some kind of acid reflux, which would explain the upset stomach. At the cost of some cough-syrup-fueled brain fuzziness I made it through the rest of the week, though as a side-effect, I forgot to check my phone mail messages at home, which meant that I didn't get the call from my insurance agent that I'd screwed up sending in my car insurance payment and my insurance was suspended on Thursday. Ooops!
So, Friday, I call and find out that yep, if I bring my payment in on that day, I can get it un-suspended. So I had to get out of work early on Friday, so I could go over to Medford Square via public transportation, which on some other days this winter would have been quite a hardship, but I'd lucked into the actual first day of Spring which for once actually felt spring-like.
Which was just as well -- driving the car without even minimal insurance is illegal in MA. You're fine if the car is parked, because if I understand correctly, it's the moving violation that is specifically illegal. I'd have still been liable if somebody had plowed into my parked car during its involuntary uncoverage, but I wouldn't have a misdemeanor on top of accident claims. And while I'm a good driver -- really, the two accidents that totaled former cars of mine were totally the work of drunks -- it really would be uncool to be driving my way over to Medford Square and be hit. That is far too tempting to the forces of Murphy!
You know what makes me nervous? Taking a bus route that I've never ridden on before. It's been a while since I looked at a bus schedule around here (since I only usually ride two bus routes in Somerville) so I was relieved as anything to see that they've gotten unusually clever about laying out the maps of the bus routes, since they now show major streets and other intersecting bus routes, all the better to determine how all the system hooks together.
Getting to Medford Square proved very easy indeed -- instead of continuing on to Lechmere on the Green Line, I got out at Haymarket and switched over to the Orange Line, rode up to Sullivan Square, where I had my choice of two buses. Got into the insurance agency, paid off the balance of the car insurance, which is what I should have done in the first place, because me and remembering to keep the bills straight is a thing that doesn't happen with some regularity, alas. I had my book and my Walkman with me, so waiting for another bus back was fine, and I was able to get one that dropped me about four blocks away over on Broadway, with a fine walk through a pretty neighborhood as a bonus.
Unfortunately, Saturday was one long migraine, otherwise it would have been a good weekend, capped by getting together with some friends for Oscarcast watch'n'snark....
I tell you, if I just never ate anything again, never left the house, and never spoke to anyone again, I'd be in such great shape. Unfortunately, there is a limit to how minimalistic I want my life to be!
Aside from going home early on Tuesday, I soldiered through last week -- Tuesday was a little weird, because I was still coughing a lot that day. When I'd woke, I was fine, but by the time I got to work, I had a real persistent cough going, and then I started getting vaguely nauseous, which kept up from like 11 on. Around 2 PM, I got a nosebleed, and at that point I said, "Enough" and went home via a stop by CVS to buy more cough syrup.
The next day, I went to work with the cough syrup in my backpack. It occurred to me, halfway through the next day, when there was no repeat of the nausea, that probably what had happened was that I was coughing so much I may have kicked up some kind of acid reflux, which would explain the upset stomach. At the cost of some cough-syrup-fueled brain fuzziness I made it through the rest of the week, though as a side-effect, I forgot to check my phone mail messages at home, which meant that I didn't get the call from my insurance agent that I'd screwed up sending in my car insurance payment and my insurance was suspended on Thursday. Ooops!
So, Friday, I call and find out that yep, if I bring my payment in on that day, I can get it un-suspended. So I had to get out of work early on Friday, so I could go over to Medford Square via public transportation, which on some other days this winter would have been quite a hardship, but I'd lucked into the actual first day of Spring which for once actually felt spring-like.
Which was just as well -- driving the car without even minimal insurance is illegal in MA. You're fine if the car is parked, because if I understand correctly, it's the moving violation that is specifically illegal. I'd have still been liable if somebody had plowed into my parked car during its involuntary uncoverage, but I wouldn't have a misdemeanor on top of accident claims. And while I'm a good driver -- really, the two accidents that totaled former cars of mine were totally the work of drunks -- it really would be uncool to be driving my way over to Medford Square and be hit. That is far too tempting to the forces of Murphy!
You know what makes me nervous? Taking a bus route that I've never ridden on before. It's been a while since I looked at a bus schedule around here (since I only usually ride two bus routes in Somerville) so I was relieved as anything to see that they've gotten unusually clever about laying out the maps of the bus routes, since they now show major streets and other intersecting bus routes, all the better to determine how all the system hooks together.
Getting to Medford Square proved very easy indeed -- instead of continuing on to Lechmere on the Green Line, I got out at Haymarket and switched over to the Orange Line, rode up to Sullivan Square, where I had my choice of two buses. Got into the insurance agency, paid off the balance of the car insurance, which is what I should have done in the first place, because me and remembering to keep the bills straight is a thing that doesn't happen with some regularity, alas. I had my book and my Walkman with me, so waiting for another bus back was fine, and I was able to get one that dropped me about four blocks away over on Broadway, with a fine walk through a pretty neighborhood as a bonus.
Unfortunately, Saturday was one long migraine, otherwise it would have been a good weekend, capped by getting together with some friends for Oscarcast watch'n'snark....
