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edison, edison

I woke up yesterday to the sound of Kitey throwing up in the bathroom. Actually, what I thought I was waking up to was Kitey shouting “edison, edison” in the bathroom, but no.

This seemed perfectly rational to my half-awake mind. I’d had a really nice morning with Todd and then gone back to sleep after he’d left, so I was on the couch (I sleep downstairs after he leaves because Claire throws a fit if I don’t) when all this happened. I fell back asleep and was woken up again by Kitey throwing up — she came downstairs and was trying to open a Tylonal bottle in the kitchen when I came in and opened it for her. She said her head really, really hurt and went outside to smoke. I lay back down on the couch, and then Jill went outside to be with her — she came back in asking where the paper towels were and it turned out that Kitey had thrown up again on the back porch, and was crying. What fun! *wry grin*

So Jill and I cleaned everything up, we were both really worried about her, me because of the friend who had a brain hemorrhage in high school, Jill because a neighbor had died of a brain embolism years ago, and meanwhile Kitey was lying in the backyard crying and throwing up. It was awful. Jill and I didn’t know what to do to make her feel better, so we just tried to be there for her. It turned out that it was a migraine, Kitey’s only had migraines this bad two other times in her entire life, and I guess there’s nothing you can do if you don’t catch it in time. Todd said last night when we were talking about it that if you get to a certain point doctors will back away from you, saying, “Well, I can’t do anything at all for the pain, but I can give you something that won’t make you CARE about the pain,” which is Demerol, (sp?), a derivative of heroin. He used to get really bad migraines in high school and college.

I felt extremely scared, worried, and irritated. And guilty because I felt irritated. I was telling Kitey about it last night after she’d mostly recovered, and she laughed and said, “Well, geez, of COURSE you were irritated, there I was feeling terrible and not having any idea what to do about it, and not knowing what to tell you to do about it, if you see what I mean.” Which was extremely helpful to hear and helped a lot. I guess Jill woke up to Kitey in tears saying, “Help, help,” and “make it stop” which *laughing* Kitey said was perfectly rational if you were in the middle of the migraine but didn’t make any sense if you were on the outside of it. Kitey and Jill slept in our bed and I read downstairs some, fell asleep eventually, woke up again to Kitey throwing up — etc. etc. That’s how most of the day went. We all slept, including the cats, it was very quiet in the house and I didn’t have any caffeine (if I don’t have any caffeine I eventually get dozy). When Todd got home around seven we went to return the video we’d rented this weekend and I talked to him about how it felt — he was absolutely wonderful — comforted me about my worries, explained what a migraine feels like, held my hand, went in to return the video and then sat with me in the parking lot of a big store and held me while I cried a little.

So! That’s why there wasn’t a journal entry yesterday.

We had a complete blast this weekend — all three of us walked over to Sarah’s on Friday night (there was a big football game going on at the high school, so we passed a lot of high school kids who all looked incredibly young to us — particularly two little girls who looked to me like they were playing dress-up, they had so much makeup on) and Sarah was feeling a trillion times better than she has been lately, she was really glad to see Kitey and vice versa, we all watched the X-Files and then this weird show called American Gothic together. Had a bunch of coffee, laughed a lot, walked home feeling great.

Jill called on Friday, I think it was, to say that she was coming back — she’d originally meant to stay with her parents for another week but it was just too awful there — it wasn’t that they were being hateful to her, they weren’t, it’s just that she didn’t feel like she could just hang out with anyone, just sit and talk — there were so many planned events, every minute of the day was some event, they fought with each other all the time, yuck, yuck, yuck. Todd and I were so glad that she felt like our house was a haven — that it felt good to Jill to come back here because she likes how we are. How being here feels. Anyway, she was going to come back today, I think, and we all were looking forward to seeing her.

Spent some time this weekend reading parts of a hard copy of The Inquisitor to Kitey and Todd — we all laughed and laughed, it is a site definitely worth checking out. I also read parts of The Spot to Todd while he was…what do you call that…snipping the ends off of green beans for a curry he was making. We were both in hysterics over the insipidness of the writing, never mind the ridiculous content, and then Todd ran and got this old tape of some guy named Mark Wood that he had which is very Fox TV sounding music, and played it while I read, oh, gad, it was too funny for words. Saturday night Kitey and I watched a movie with Jeff Goldblum in it, Todd only could stand half of it, and then went upstairs to sleep and Kitey and I eventually just had a great time commenting on the absurdities of the movie — I mean, it was a truly bad movie, we couldn’t figure out why Goldblum would have associated himself with it, and then Kitey said, “Aha — he was in almost every single scene, which actors love,” and that made a lot of sense.

Sunday morning Todd and I decided to go do laundry, I knocked on Kitey’s door to see if she wanted to send any laundry along with us, and she woke up and came out and asked if she could come, we said sure. Ended up having a really easy time of doing the laundry, Kitey stayed in the laundromat while we went and grocery shopped, changed the clothes into the dryer when they were ready and while they were in the dryer she walked to the nearby Goodwill to go through their garbage, found some great rags for rugging. All three of us stopped at another nearby Good Shepherd thrift store on the way home, but couldn’t find their dumpster. When we got home I worked on the new Coffee Shakes graphic (which I’m really thrilled with) and Todd cooked, Kitey rugged.

We all sat down to watch The Wedding Banquet while we ate, Kitey was really missing Jill and the movie (which is about a gay man coming to terms with his parents about his being gay) didn’t help a bit. We watched about half and then I suggested that we watch the rest the next night, and we turned everything off and went upstairs. I was still downstairs putting out wet food for the cats when I heard Todd shout for Kitey and her door open and close really fast — I went upstairs to see what was going on and Todd said, “Okay! Just checked phone mail — Jill is going to be here at 10:10 PM, she took the bus tonight instead of Tuesday!” It was 10:05 PM and we all ran around like nutcases for awhile, Todd said that there was another phone mail message, he’d drive Kitey down to the bus station, and would I check the next message while they got ready. I did, and it was Jill saying that she’d missed that bus and she’d be coming on the one that arrived at 11:25 PM, gad, what a relief!

We all went out to the back porch and Kitey had a smoke, we all came down from our adrenaline rush, all felt really happy that Jill was coming back. Initially Todd and I were going to drive Kitey down to the bus station, but then decided to go to bed instead. I felt kind of worried about the time and the following conversation ensued:

Sage: Okay, get ready, I’m going to say a mother-type thing.
Kitey: Yup, go ahead, I’m waiting.
Sage: You’re just going to walk down to the bus station and back, right? You’re not going to walk anywhere else?
Kitey: Nope, just down to the bus station and back. Why?
Sage: Well, ’cause if I wake up at three o’clock in the morning and you’re not here I’m going to be really really worried.
Kitey: I’m often not here at three o’clock in the morning. (sees my face and starts to chuckle) Ahem. Well, you know, I go walking when I wake up and can’t get back to sleep.
Sage: (giggling a little) Ah. I see.
Kitey: But I don’t go out of the yard, of course (laughing really hard) I just walk in a circle in the yard and then I go back in.
Sage: Well! That’s all right, then!

Tee hee.

Today I’m off to look at houses with Sarah, hope that goes well, hope she finds something she likes. I’m really curious to see how it is to look at houses for sale, I’ve never done it before.