i HATE birds.

[averygoodun42]

So, a couple of small birds decided to use a hole in our roof-wall just outside my bedroom to make a nest. Their eggs hatched about a week ago, and I'm pretty sure that only a layer of drywall separates them from us.

It's loud in the morning. Oh god, it's loud.

Sunday, after yet another 5am wake-up chirp, I decided, in a fit of foul-tempered pique, to gather every single unused pillow in the house and stuff them behind the wardrobe on the spot corresponding with the nest-hole. Result? About 2 Db difference. They now sound like they are immediately outside the room instead of in the room with us, thanks to the crappy insulation and the amazing echoing power of the cheep. If I had more confidence in the integrity of the exterior particle board (and studs), I would drill a hole and fill it with foam insulation. However, I really don't feel like explaining a burst roof-wall to the HOA.

I am so bloody tired. I napped for five hours today, I am so bloody tired. (Well... there are mitigating circumstances to that, as well, but still!)

Otherwise, things are fine okay. I think I've gone all anemic again, judging by my pallor and tiredness, but I'm, for the most part, able to function in a near-normal way, extended naps withstanding. I've just added an iron supplement to my growing pile of pills to take, so hopefully that will help more than it hurts. I have yet to muscle test to see if I need to add copper again, as well.

I'm far more worried about Geoff than I am about myself, though. He's so tired all the time now, and yes, I know that as people age they get more tired, but he's not as old as all that - he's only 48!

He also threw out his back yesterday morning. And this morning he had to go off on a business trip where there's sure to be man-handling of really heavy objects over the course of a night's work (meaning no restorative sleep to be had).

*sigh*

And the mega conference is coming up in about a month. He is most definitely going to be on site this year, which means arduous hours and a crazy workload.

And he's been withdrawing from me again. Dammit.

Ah well. At least the business trip is short (he's due back tomorrow arvo), we'll be able to take him to the chiropractor that afternoon, and he has a back-brace on in the meantime. And fortunately, I have the strength nowadays to take care of him and a lot of his tasks for the short-term. Which is probably all he needs. I hope. And if not, then to the doctor to get a battery of bloodwork!

Now I should go make dinner and maybe weed the veggie garden. We're having friends over on Sunday, and I'd like for all the gardens to look tidy by then. However, I'll admit I'm afraid of the back garden now, what with the mosquitoes. I don't want to lose another two days to allergic inflammation! On the plus side, it's actually a decent temperature out today (unlike what it's predicted to be mid-week!), so I could wear my long socks under long pants and a long shirt and maybe make it out alive. Or just wait until tomorrow late-morning when the bugs aren't quite so active... ;-)

Comments

[dickgloucester.livejournal.com]

Why is it that men in their 40s refuse to look after themselves?

*hugs you*

[averygoodun.livejournal.com]

I don't know, but it's rather infuriating. I suppose that mid-life crises are just a temporary reliving of teenage-hood, trying to recapture that sense of immortality, but it sure is a bother to everyone else.

Besides, who on earth would actually want to be immortal? (Answer: Teenagers...)