Never Even Heard of a Potato Before

I wrote in a previous post that after a few days of low-carb dieting, “it’s like you never even heard of a potato before!”  If you don’t believe me, keep reading.

My husband and I belong to a CSA, which is usually a great thing, until sweet corn is in season, and we get like 12 ears for one person to eat in a week.  (I’m sure not going to eat them.  We end up giving them away or freezing them.)  And, of course, our farmer grows potatoes.  Fortunately, potatoes keep much better than corn, and it’s a good thing, too, because when it’s my turn to cook, I forget the foolish things even exist.  I could make them for my husband, and he would eat them – except it doesn’t even occur to me.

Honey, if you’re reading this, tonight you’re having a potato with your dinner.

Inderal Dreams

Saturday night I dreamed I woke up with an aura.  It looked just like the aura shown in my user pic, which means it was kind of abstract, but not too much so.  In the dream, I immediately got up and stumbled down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen, where (in the dream) I kept my Imitrex.  Then I went back up stairs to bed, and thought, “Oh, wait, I have to call in sick.”  I turned, and there on my bedside table was my laptop, already booted up and logged into the network.  I pinged J., my project manager, on IRC, and asked him to tell everyone else.

Then I woke up and couldn’t remember if I had taken my Inderal the night before.  Still can’t, actually.  Given my low blood pressure, I thought it was better to risk skipping a dose than to risk doubling up on one.

No actual migraine ensued, by the way.

This is the third or fourth time I’ve awakened to wonder, Did I take my inderal last night?  I think I’m going to have to put it in one of those 7-day pill counters (even though I only take one daily med).

Inderal, it is said, can cause vivid dreams – in fact, on Friday night I had a rather disturbing dream about my cat.  But vivid dreams about migraines?  How self-referential!