Zero

Jesus.  I guess I could call insurance to find out if we still have insurance.

Sasha has had a few better days.  I quit giving her B2 because I quit having the energy to make it during the hell month that has been February.  It's always nice when things work out like that.

If we don't have insurance anymore I'll have to take up paying it for a while, because not having it is not an option.  I have a teensy bit of savings left.

It seems like the combination of adding Depakote, working out my shoulders, and icing has aided if not the cessation of migraine, at least slowing the rate of it.  Meditation and ice alone didn't do it.  I'm not sure how long before I can successfully get off the Depakote, maybe I'll try again after another couple of stable weeks?  The continued weight gain from my previous med has only been compounded.  I would rather more hair fell out, I have plenty to spare.  But I would take bald and fat if it meant no more migraine.  Gah, I would love to be bald, fat, and awesome!  Unfortunately for now, I shall remain plumper, hairy, and just less migrainous.

Uuuuuuuh, hair.  Everything is complicated by cessation of income due to steven's gambling and debt.  He's a retired veteran, he has a job, and he's in so much debt from who knows what and gambling AND he refuses to go to rehab, that he's sleeping in his car somewhere and refuses to communicate with me.  And of course there's no money.  Jesus Christ.  He's like one step forward, 20 steps back.  Last I heard he was looking for a second job.

Emily had a pretty good day today.  She was wiped out yesterday.

The good news is I have a LOT of guitars that I don't play.  One I would never sell, maybe two or even three.  But I have a lot more than that, and they can all go.

February is short

Toast and Gatorade may make this the fifth non-consecutive day this month I don't take rescue meds.  Also ice packs and heat packs, darkness and stillness and silence.  I wonder if I should have just done hospital week again but, Sasha and Emily were in such a state.  Whatever, we're here now and I'm bent on improvement.

I think Sasha is headed for day three without pain meds, if she makes it the rest of today.  No, four days, I just checked!  God of all things...

I would love to parent again.  Emily is turning into a disgusting teenager.  Actually I'm just mad that I'm typing on a dirty gross computer with chunks of whoknowswhat on it.  It's hard to enforce anything when you're just fighting for survival.  Actually, I think we do a good job taking care of each other, and thankfully the girls are both very good at communicating.  Sometimes it's through screaming, but even that's better than nothing.

Well, Sasha feels crappy, so I'm done writing.  Management time.