Happy birthday to docwebster and emerald_ibis!
Happy early birthday to mermaidnchains and phinnia, who advance a year over the weekend!
Regarding the epilepsy/medication stuff: I'm not All Better. I am better, certainly. But I'm still not at pre-diagnosis levels of cope/memory/capability, and I still don't know how much of that is meds and how much is brain damage. And a lot of things are better now, but the thing that's worse is that people don't tend to realize that I'm not all better because I seem asymptomatic, comparatively - I'm no longer five pounds away from a feeding tube, I can walk a straight line, I can remember your last name most of the time. So I don't get the automatic slack-giving. I get the heavy workload. And I still can't manage the heavy workload. My brain is better at keeping things organized. But it's not All Better. (And maybe I'm going through stages of grieving about that all over again, now that I know it wasn't just the Trileptal.)
Does that make sense? I just woke up.
Painwise, mild to moderate. The big thing is my *feet* - I think the muscles tighten and stiffen whenever I'm off 'em for too long. I'm doing a lot of hobbling. Shoulders aren't happy, either; I've found myself hunching, tightening them, and I need to be more aware of my body posture so I can consciously relax and stretch.
EDIT: Pain more on the moderate side now. Any day when I'm wearing Bartholomoose by 9:30 is not so good a day.
Might be cancelled. Might not. Might be reformatted. Read here!
Stalk-eyed flies like whoa.
I'll be mailing swaps/sales today. *nod* And I'm out of BPAL imps again; fortunately, my Arcana Soaps decant circle came in yesterday!
Anodyne: Put your inner pain on ice. An initial volley of frosty peppermint is smoothed out with tranquil notes of blue German chamomile, gentle clover honey, chilled rice wine and just enough curative copaiba.
In bottle: Soft mint.
On me: Mmmm. This feels like a nice pillowy mint candy and one of those honey candies with the real honey inside it, in my mouth at the same time. :) This is a nice summer scent, I think.
Avalon: A harmonious blend of fresh apples, green herbs and wildflowers, in homage to the ancient Celtic version of the gloriously sweet hereafter: a happy land of apple orchards and perpetual soft summer days.
In bottle: Apple, but a nice light apple.
On me: Fallen apples, half-covered by wildflowers. Nice, but not me.
Devilish: Shaking off vanilla’s unfair reputation for namby pambyness, this infernally dark and smoky fragrance comes complete with licks of fire and sulfurous wafts of brimstone. The devil really does have all the best scents.
In bottle: This barely registers as vanilla to me.
On me: Very light, and not very devilish at all.
Dia de Los Muertos: Though Spanish Conquistadores tried to put the kibosh on this Aztec ritual for the dead, the holiday not only endured but retained its flamingly pagan core. Celebrate, honor and even laugh at death with our fusion of spices, honey, tobacco and dark chocolate.
In bottle: Mexican hot chocolate!
On me: Mexican hot chocolate! I smell yummy. :)
Wearing: Victoria's secret nightie, still.
Reading: Fast Forward: Future Fiction from the Cutting Edge, edited by Lou Anders, downstairs; Best New Fantasy, edited by Sean Wallace, downstairs. The latter has stories by eugie, nihilistic_kid, and catvalente, which pleases me greatly. :)
Elayna is Reading: Dovey Coe, by Frances O'Roark Dowell... it seems a little below her level, but she has to read it for school. The Reading World Cup. (Which also includes books like the just-finished-by-Elayna The Devil's Arithmetic, by Jane Yolen.) In her off time, she's devouring the recently-discovered Azumanga Daioh, and burning through the works of William Sleator.
Planning: Errands on foot today. Lecture at the Museum of Science tonight. Larp tomorrow. Rest on Sunday.