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Great news! I get to take new medicine for the headaches. This time it's preventative, not maintenance, which is apparently what pain pills are. Not so great news, I have to take it everyday, twice. I haven't picked it up from the chemist yet because I'm a bit worried about the cost. It sounds expensive but then what do I know. I was the one that thought we'd have a replicator and sonic showers by now, it's twenty ten afterall.

The nerve cells in our brains fire electronic particles, all the time. Migraine sufferers supposedly have overexcited nerve cells and they fire too fast and too frequently. It's a better problem to have than nerve cells that fire too slow I suppose.

Slow things drive me crazy. I'm very type A, rush, rush. Waiting is anethema to me. Let's get it done and move on. But that's not important. I'm told I can eat a more balanced diet and get on with my life. I just need to take pills. Here's what bothers me. Do I want to take pills and more pills, and more pills as I age? It's not just the carrying them around in little boxes that bothers me, it's the thought of living past my natural life expectancy. I don't want to live forever and I certainly don't want to live just for the sake of being alive.

If there is some vast eternal plan at work I suppose I'll die when I'm supposed to whether or not I'm taking pills. By that logic it doesn't really matter. The thought of extending my life expectancy just because I can doesn't really appeal to me. When I get old I'll slow down and I don't want to.

All the best, Kate

Purse-peration

I have a love/hate relationship with purses, always have. No matter what style, type or size I have, one constant remains, my purses are never functional. I do enjoy sculpting purses out of cake. It's my new favorite thing.

I have had a variety of purses, all serving their purpose for small increments in time. There was a backpack phase when I was playing the piano for a job but I had to supplement that with a bag. It was fine for music but I could never find a pen, guitar pick. or saint's be praised, my phone.

I went from that to a tiny 'alwaysreadyforadate' purse with only enough room for a license, a debit card, and a lipstick. I could have gotten used to that if it weren't too small to fit my phone which I had to carry in my hand or a pocket. I had to retrace my steps a lot in search of my phone since I left it EVERYWHERE.

The thought of a bigger purse with comparments appealed to me and was great for the first 24 hours before it became disorganized. I stuck with that one for awhile though until I started having shoulder problems. I kept throwing my change in one of the compartments and it became heavy and hit the floor with a thud everytime I put it down. Discovering there are so many things I can't live without I began to fill it with everything. The only way to find anything was to turn it upside down and shake until everything fell out. When I got to the point that I started carrying my Star Trek action figures I decided it was time for something else.

I went from that to a ziploc bag. Not my highest point but it was very functional. I could always find what I wanted, when I wanted it. There was one big drawback, aside from the fact that everyone could see exactly what I was carrying, it looked ridiculous and stupid. It's virtually impossible to carry a concealed Captain Picard action figure in a ziploc purse. Kids want to play with it and adults think you're weird.

It occurred to me that Ebay may be a place to look for a nice purse selection, and I was correct. I found  a  nice leather purse that I like, simple and functional and midsized. It works pretty well and I've taken to cleaning it out every other day or so just to stay organized. I still have to dump everything out of it to find my phone but at least I'm remembering to empty the change out. As for Captain Picard and the away team? They're resting comfortably on a shelf.

All the best, Kate

P.S. Still have a headache, still eating well. What's up with that?