For some reason I hate the idea that I’m treating an actual issue — the hacking cough I had for a month — with prescription medication, even though it’s been unusually effective (and only slighlty inconvenient — every night I have to use a nasal steroid spray to keep the post-nasal drip down to let’s say normal levels). I suppose it comes from the years of neglect I’ve put into managing allergy symptoms but I feel almost normal in the mornings now instead of having drainage from what seems like every hole in my head. Or perhaps I’m hesitant to rely on what feel a little like crutches to get through my day.
I’m always wary of the most consequential side effects (even if highly unlikely) which is why I elected to have my wisdom teeth out under local, not general anesthesia, having read that there was a possible chance of death under general. At work they teach us to manage risk instead, which is consequence multiplied by likelihood, and that seems like a more sane way than relying solely on consequence alone. I feel a little like I’m always bending to fit, though, whether that’s fair or true or not. The way our lives are lately that’s all we can do: fit your life into the time and money that remains.
It is strange being the sole income for the family; there are times I catch myself thinking my word-isn’t this convenient having theVet around at home to take care of, well, everything and consequently she ends up doing all the work around the house which is unfair. I grew up with parents that both worked and I wonder if this past year is going to skew figgy and Calcifer’s perspective at all. Then again I worry about what they think a lot, so I suppose they’re flexible enough to be undented and undaunted in proceeding through our crazy lives. I won’t say that it’s been easy but it’s been reasonably smooth and so we rush headlong into 2012 aware of what needs to be done without fearing it.