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I was up at a semi-reasonable hour despite the late night, and managed to use my timer to get my meds in me on a reasonable schedule.
I proceeded to use the timer to get my bedtime pills boxed (including rounding up all the boxes, sorting all the pills by date, again, distributing them, putting skittles in each compartment, and putting them all back where they go); get most of the dishes put away; clear out some of the miscellaneous empty pill bottles; take the labels off said m.e.p.b.; make myself some tea; and eventually read some Jade City.
I also wound up putting together dinner because there were greens that needed salading, and when I was thinking longingly about grilled chicken I realized that we had other fresh meat that I could use, which is how we all wound up with lovely little slices of beef on the tops of our salads. The other half is bagged back up and in the fridge waiting for possibly similar treatment.
I've been exchanging some messages with one of the kids I was babysitting through the worst of the fiasco in the summer of 1996, and (to my infinite relief) my state at the time didn't make a permanent impression on him.
Because the details of that are Way Too Much to share with someone who never asked to hear about it.
That got me thinking about the minimum information necessary to look up the details of the case, which led me to the science fiction related forum where he used to hang out, and the legendary thread that got deleted in the mass cleanup (requested by the victim's family) about a dumbass stunt that I'd never heard about.
I did some more digging and OH MY GOD.
Out of respect for everyone ELSE involved, I'm not going to share a link. But I'm going to have to think deeply on how to tell that tale if I ever see fit to summarize.
I proceeded to use the timer to get my bedtime pills boxed (including rounding up all the boxes, sorting all the pills by date, again, distributing them, putting skittles in each compartment, and putting them all back where they go); get most of the dishes put away; clear out some of the miscellaneous empty pill bottles; take the labels off said m.e.p.b.; make myself some tea; and eventually read some Jade City.
I also wound up putting together dinner because there were greens that needed salading, and when I was thinking longingly about grilled chicken I realized that we had other fresh meat that I could use, which is how we all wound up with lovely little slices of beef on the tops of our salads. The other half is bagged back up and in the fridge waiting for possibly similar treatment.
I've been exchanging some messages with one of the kids I was babysitting through the worst of the fiasco in the summer of 1996, and (to my infinite relief) my state at the time didn't make a permanent impression on him.
Things are going much better for me now, thank you. The four big problems were undiagnosed depression (though I could have told anyone that), delayed sleep phase, a raging case of swimmer's ear, and a really regrettable dude (he went on to do some egregiously heinous stuff to other people but that that was later). Thanks to the Affordable Care Act, admitting to depression is no longer the insurance curse it used to be, I know what to do about swimmer's ear now, and the dude's opportunities for being terrible are severely limited by the state of Alaska.
Because the details of that are Way Too Much to share with someone who never asked to hear about it.
That got me thinking about the minimum information necessary to look up the details of the case, which led me to the science fiction related forum where he used to hang out, and the legendary thread that got deleted in the mass cleanup (requested by the victim's family) about a dumbass stunt that I'd never heard about.
I did some more digging and OH MY GOD.
Out of respect for everyone ELSE involved, I'm not going to share a link. But I'm going to have to think deeply on how to tell that tale if I ever see fit to summarize.
