I sent out an office-wide email asking for Imitrex the other day, and Georgie responded that while she didn’t have any, she understands migraines.  Then proceeded to tell her story, with is very much like mine.  

Her migraines eventually stopped when she went through menopause.  I tell this to people, and I’m excited, and they don’t think I should be b/c it means I’ll have migraines for the next forever.  

I’ve been worried, though, about the amount of Imitrex I take, about the number of migraines I get…  Georgie took all that Imitrex and she’s fine.  And eventually the migraines stopped.  

I’m pretty happy about it.  I think I’m going to see if my doc will proscribe some birth control pills… maybe that would temper them even further.  I take a beta blocker for my Marfan Syndrome, and it’s a migraine preventative anyway, so he raised my dose to see if that would help.  I still have them.  Am having one right now, as a matter of fact.  Sucky.

So… I was just looking at my dashboard, and I didn’t know my sis had linked my blog to hers… I’m a little worried about that, b/c the new version of my blog doesn’t mix with her world-view.  Has cusswords and such.  And I’m about to talk about my girl-crushes, and sis not the sort to approve of homosexual tendencies.  Her friends who might look at my blog are probably not either…  hee-hee… that could actually be fun.

So a WAY long time ago, I thought for a second that I might be a lesbian.  So I came home from work and told my husband:

“Poo, I think I might be gay.”

Silence

“Poo.  I think I might be gay.”

Silence.

“Poo, seriously, I think I might be gay and you’re not paying any attention to me.”

And he replied, “You seriously want to know what I think?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not gay, and I know you’re not gay.  You can’t convince me that there is anybody, man or woman, out there who is better for you than I am, so you do what you need to do and let me know when you’re done.”

“OK.”  

- So, like a week later, I came home and told him I don’t think I’m gay after all, though I didn’t “go out and do” anything about it.  He said he knew it all along.  :)

BUT – that doesn’t stop a certain amount of gender confusion on my part.  I keep getting “crushes” on these girls (ok, it’s happened twice).  The first one was on Rachel Maddow, host of the Rachel Maddow Show on MSNBC.  If I wasn’t lazy I’d put a link in here to her website, and add her picture, but I don’t feel like it at the moment.  Anyway, I don’t have a crush on her anymore, but when I did, I printed a picture of her and wrong “I <heart> RM” on it and put it in my cube.  

Everybody said I just had a crush on myself b/c we look a fair amount alike.  She’s cuter than me, but I can definitely see the resemblance.   Then, last night, I realized that the other lady I think is cute also looks like me.  

So, in final analysis.  I just love myself.  Not a lesbian!  Yay.

On another note… My state won a grant that my county is going to administer through the University, and I’m thinking about applying to work with it.  It’ll involve intesive relationship-building between different departments and organizations, and it should be fun.  We’ll see.  It depends on who I work with… Not b/c I’m a jackass, but b/c the project is going to be extremely work intensive, and one person can’t carry another.  There will be only two workers to write and deliver training materials to prison guards, build relationships with the various courts in three different counties, create a process for telephonic hearings inside the prison, build and maintain relationships with prisoners both prior to release and afterward, build a working compromise with the probation and parole offices of three different counties, design (in partnership with the university computer science department a clearinghouse to exchange live information between our department and the department of corrections, all the while working at least one day a week out of the prison.  

Blah blah blah… Sounds challenging enough, and a different angle on what I do now…

Gotta go!

Jay slipped on the icy wooden deck today in Rugby, letting somebody into the restaurant.  He was wearing a ski jacket and still split his elbow open.   I was an hour and a half away at work in Knoxville, of course.  Renee took him to the emergency room where they gave him three stitches and did x-rays.  Nothing broken – just severe bruising and the gashed elbow.

He’s back working, as I type.   It’s Christmas in Rugby this weekend, and he pretty much has to work.   

Maybe they’ll put that tar-paper-tread-thingies on the steps now… Wooden steps in ice are really not good.  

Well, I gotta go.  Supper at china pearl tonight with Shana.  Then home to my hubby to satisfy myself that he’s okay.

I’m pondering my condescending nature today.  Patti talked to me about it.  I’m not sure what to say about all that.