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I think the end is in sight on weeding the email. I think I'll finish some time tomorrow. I hope so, anyway. We haven't tried to retrieve my music files yet, so I don't know how that will go.

There's a book sale at Cordelia's school today. I'm not sure if she remembered to take the money she intended to. I offered to go in during the hour and a half that the sale will be open after school, but she was against that idea.

Friday will be busy. Our nephew's graduation ceremony is that evening, and I have an doctor's appointment quite late in the day. I made that appointment a year ago, and changing it would mean not getting in for many, many months. I just hope that the appointment gets done at a reasonable time. It's at 3:30, and by noon, that clinic is generally an hour behind. I don't expect the appointment to take long once I actually see someone.

I napped this morning for about an hour. It would have been longer, but Scott called while I was deeply asleep to tell me that he was on his way home so that he could go to the doctor. He's got a pinched nerve, we think (pain, numbness, tingling, all at varying levels), and they told him Friday that, if it wasn't getting better, he needed to come in as soon as could be arranged. Yesterday, it got very bad in the afternoon/evening, and he figured out today that it wasn't that it was getting better so much as that the ibuprofen he had taken in the morning helped a lot.

I was both glad and sorry to be awoken. I was having anxiety dreams involving at least half a dozen different things that usually only occur one at a time in my dreams, but I was actually asleep and very desperately needed the sleep. Ah, well. Maybe I can nap tomorrow morning.
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I'm pretty definitely not making my Camp NaNo goal. I'm about ten thousand words short, and I'm not even going to try to write that much today. Three thousand words is generally an extremely good writing day for me. The word count I'm likely to end up with is in keeping with my usual monthly word count so far this year, so I think, if the month hadn't been unusually exhausting, I'd have made my goal.

I signed up for Not Prime Time last night and discovered that requesting 'any' for characters/relationships wasn't allowed. I had two fandoms with specific character requests and four where I wanted any. I had to narrow things down. I suspect I wouldn't have bothered nominating twelve options if I'd known I could only request eight.

The FFnet troll is still at it. I'm deleting the messages unread. I'm not getting other FFnet comments at the moment, so I may just start sending everything straight to trash. That'll save me the two or three seconds that deleting takes.

Scott tried the turkey bratwurst with pork casings last night and is having some minor trouble. He's not entirely convinced that's the cause, but he's also not certain it's not. And this makes two times with trouble after pork out of two tries, so... Yeah. I foresee a lot of chicken in our future. I just hope this doesn't stretch to include problems with dairy. Things starting to get worse after seventeen years is surprising. We don't know why the change, and we don't know that it will stop.

My mother is in Michigan and apparently has been for two weeks without telling us. It's frustrating but very typical of her. I talked to her yesterday. She said she might try to get over this way some time in the next couple of weeks but that it depends on her finding a contractor who will actually show up when promised and do the work she needs done.

I have a bunch of tiny things that I want to get done but that aren't important enough for me to have given them priority any time in the last few months. None of them will take more than fifteen minutes, but they're just that bit too much for me.

Okay. Nap time.
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I got up long enough this morning to give Cordelia her medicine and then went back to bed. I didn’t manage to sleep until after Cordelia left at 7:50. I need to remember to ask her to keep the volume low on the TV. Closing the bedroom door helps not at all. At any rate, I slept about another two hours, a bit fitfully but still two more hours.

Apart from being low on sleep and kind of stressed over everything that needs doing, I’m feeling a hell of a lot better since I stopped the Tamoxifen. As I said to my SIL yesterday, I’m not suddenly getting spikes of pain in my hands that make me scream any longer. My hands still hurt, but it’s more low level and constant which I can deal with better. The Achille’s tendon hurts a lot more, and I’m not quite sure what to do about that.

Scott was still feeling a bit icky when he got up this morning. I’ve texted him to see how he’s holding up now. I think we’ll stick with fish and poultry for him this week and then maybe try some pork when he’s got a clear weekend.

Our nephew is pretty much confirmed as an Eagle Scout. They’re waiting on the official word from National, but the review board approved him, so National is a rubber stamp. His current plan for fall is to attend the community college near us (we live about half an hour away from their family) and then transfer two Michigan State in the winter. I don’t know that him going to school a short distance away will mean us seeing him more often, but I’ve told his mother that I’d be happy to feed him lunches or whatever. I suppose I should actually talk to him about it directly.

Cordelia tried her aunt’s green bean casserole and tells us that she very much wants to have it again. I thought it was horribly bland and tasteless, but… I can make that if it’s something Cordelia will enjoy and actually eat.

Today’s primary goal is to fill out the forms for high school choir camp. The deadline for getting those forms in is Wednesday. I had thought it would be much, much later and so hadn’t even looked at what needs doing. Scott says that we can— just— afford the camp. It will entirely devour our tax refund, though. I need to call or email the teacher in charge because I have questions I need answered before I commit $470. It would suck majorly to spend the money and then find that Cordelia couldn’t go because of needing accommodations.
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Scott had an allergic reaction to something starting at about 3 p.m. today. In the preceding couple of days, he hadn't eaten anything that was likely to have been beef contaminated (most of it was stuff we cooked at home). The timing was weird, too, because he usually has problems somewhere between eight and twelve hours after he eats the problem food. The entire period that we'd normally focus on as the problem was while he was asleep.

He has had a lot of pork products in the last couple of days. Not an amount out of the ordinary for him but pork roast last night and pork sausages this morning. This allergy has been mostly stable for eighteen years, so having it suddenly increase in scope is worrying. It's possible that the casings for the sausages are beef derived (Google indicates that 'collagen casings' generally are), but he's had this brand of sausage before without issues. Unfortunately, we don't have a label from a previous batch to compare to this one. Of course, the sausages were less than five hours before he started having problems, and the pork roast was about twenty hours before.

Easter dinner was ham, so if pork products are now a problem, Scott's going to continue being sick tomorrow. He can't stay home from work because he's used all of his sick days (two every six months), so he's hoping benadryl and immodium will see him through the day.

I'm actually really hoping it was the sausage casings.

I was a bit worried because the Easter gathering was half an hour from home, but Scott was certain he could drive home. He'd had to drive out to buy benadryl because no one at the gathering had any.

I'm going to have to pitch the sandwich I made for Scott for tomorrow because that's ham. (Cordelia won't eat it because there's margarine on the bread. I won't eat it because this particular brand of ham lunchmeat has a lot of fat and is likely to make me sick.) Fortunately, all of the remaining lunchmeat we've got is turkey.
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Scott’s Kung Fu Panda vid is on YouTube here. I’m trying to persuade him to put it on AO3. I think the main barrier there is that he’d have to figure out how. He already knows how to put stuff on YouTube.

The whole thing is 3:33 minutes. The song is called "Stand," I think.

He’s a little down because nobody’s looked at it but me, so if you’re into either Kung Fu Panda or vids (or just encouraging a starting vidder), please go take a look.

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