It seems to have worked! At least, thus far.
With nothing in my stomach, even retching, I wasn’t afraid to tuck the entire Overherd (except for Lulu, drying on her rack and keeping lookout) in next to me. Even Ike. I fell asleep after my kindle began its oddly monotone yet passionate tirade about Star Trek: Insurrection.
Didn’t even get to the point of lights out.
When I woke up, everyone was still mostly in place, save for LRC, who had eclipsed the nightstand lamp light. So I still had the light, but it didn’t give me a headache.
No nightmares that I can recall. I still had one of my drive-around-aimlessly-in-unknown-country during the Years of Zorn and Tharn. But those are among my most survivable dreams.
Lunch is packed. I’m having trouble with touch-typing, executing steps in a plan, peeling oranges, cutting fruit with a knife. Handling utensils. Buttons even. Walking is like being drunk, and there’s a fair chance I’ll need to crawl down the stairs.
I can always drive pretty well, though, even if everything else about my thought processes have gone haywire. Explain that, gods! Explain! No, but I’m thankful regardless.
I would ask a friend to come help with the fruit later, except they don’t want to be near me with during this delicate time. Or have me visit. Or talk to me in any way. Or take me out anywhere. Etc.
Fair enough. Three years since a full-fledged flashback is not enough space. No one wants to help someone like me up close. I don’t deserve it anyways.
But on the other hand, my fruit will rot. Not sure what to do there; any suggestions welcome. Do they sell like fruit choppers without exposed blades? I mean, gods, from what I recall of TV commercials they sell everything. You know those electric can openers everyone says are useless? I’d like to see them try opening a can by hand with my incapacities right now.
It took a while to enter this in. Peckpexkpeck. But I have to put the save point to disk.
Dammit. I may not be useful at work. My boss pulled me as the team contact on all external projects because I asked him to do so… dunno.