Creatures of habit
Nov. 17th, 2011 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIt's about this time of day that Baz likes to present himself at the left-hand side of the keyboard, in an "I need a scritching" kind of way.
I apply the requisite scritches, and we are both contented.
(In the late evening, Mac follows me to the bathroom and thence to bed, in order to make sure he gets his night-cap game of String. If anything prevents this - "anything" in this context usually meaning a variation on "well, I don't know what you've done with the String, you had it last" - he just sits and glowers at me grumpily until I get out of bed and look for a substitute.)
Right now, I would like nothing better than to go to bed all out of order and without a cat, just to be horizontal for a while and see if that feels any better than this. But it is not my habit; I am not generally or specifically a napper. And besides, the way I feel, I might actually fall properly asleep; and I need to be in town in an hour and a half, for what should have been dinner and drinks with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fjm, but will now have to be just dinner.
I don't think of it as a cocktail so much as a sandwich - or possibly an undressed salad: cold foods, mixed together - but for the record, 60mg of codeine phosphate, 800mg of ibuprofen and 1000mg of paracetamol? Have just taken the edge off the ouchie. At this level, I can live with it. Two hours ago, not so much. I am not usually a wimp about pain, but fuck, this is ouchie. I'm not entirely sure if that's a sustainable level of meds, but hopefully the antibiotics will kick in soon...
I apply the requisite scritches, and we are both contented.
(In the late evening, Mac follows me to the bathroom and thence to bed, in order to make sure he gets his night-cap game of String. If anything prevents this - "anything" in this context usually meaning a variation on "well, I don't know what you've done with the String, you had it last" - he just sits and glowers at me grumpily until I get out of bed and look for a substitute.)
Right now, I would like nothing better than to go to bed all out of order and without a cat, just to be horizontal for a while and see if that feels any better than this. But it is not my habit; I am not generally or specifically a napper. And besides, the way I feel, I might actually fall properly asleep; and I need to be in town in an hour and a half, for what should have been dinner and drinks with
fjm, but will now have to be just dinner.I don't think of it as a cocktail so much as a sandwich - or possibly an undressed salad: cold foods, mixed together - but for the record, 60mg of codeine phosphate, 800mg of ibuprofen and 1000mg of paracetamol? Have just taken the edge off the ouchie. At this level, I can live with it. Two hours ago, not so much. I am not usually a wimp about pain, but fuck, this is ouchie. I'm not entirely sure if that's a sustainable level of meds, but hopefully the antibiotics will kick in soon...