Nothing quite has the piquancy of being woken at two am by an incipient migraine. I eventually talked myself into getting up for drugs, and I did get back to sleep. The day dragged on me, though, in the side effect phase, and all I wanted was to come home, come home, come home. Knowing it would be a slow day added to my preoccupation. But the schedule dragged as well.
Not specifically in my room. Dr. SA isn't slow, but always works well, until all that can and needs to be done is done. He needed to get out, to fly to a conference, by noon. Both cases had complications, the second right on the verge of needing to run another two hours, or ending immediately. He decided the long repair would not work for this patient, would actually make the damage worse, so he closed up. Then had me call the fellow he was going with, already at the airport, to say he would be doing the extended work... . The friend merely laughed, didn't fool him for a minute. He reassured me that it was not my fault, but that he'd been expecting just such a call. After, we wondered what it would have taken to convince him if it had been the truth.
By 1130, I'd cleaned up everything I had to do, had lunch, then off to give one scrub lunch break, and by 1330, felt like climbing the walls, and taking a nap there. I did come home, then, and did take a nap. D feeling much the same, underslept, vaguely cranky, restless and tired. We went for dinner, and tried to go listen to a band, but the place was full, even though we were very early, and we wandered back home.
We talked, though, more than we have usually this past year. Gradually, we'd just avoided a lot of conversations, as we didn't want to talk about the big problems that were taking up so much brain-space. Tonight, decided to rearrange the apartment, and after some measuring and reality checking, decided to get rid of a few items, and maybe use the tax refund for a comfy chair, instead of the old lumpy futon love seat. Had to stop ourselves from just starting this evening.
Just what D wanted, a weekend moving books, now that his job is moving books.