I’m fully convinced it’s going to happen.
Look, I don’t know if this is related to Moyamoya, or if it’s because I’ve been doing a lot more in the concentrating/maybe working in the near future thing/my kid is sick again stuff, but . . . yeah, okay. My head is killing me.
So, there’s that.
There are a lot of boring details I won’t go into, that probably won’t even make sense to anyone who doesn’t have Moyamoya. There are a lot of pains I don’t think I can describe, but I’ve been researching and something tells me they’re probably ice pick headaches. It feels kind of like one of the Seven Dwarves taking their ax to parts of my head.
In other news, I’m going to end up calling the doctor for Little Bear tomorrow. Poor kid has had diarrhea since Thursday afternoon. About halfway through yesterday, I sent M out to get Gatorade because no. No, he does not need to get dehydrated. He’s been fine, other than the nasty diapers. I don’t especially relish having to put him in disposables all the time, but there is no way I’m going to deal with cloth right now.
It’s one hit after another around these parts recently. I’d like things to calm down now, please.