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the_rckI’ve been sick and exhausted, complete with headaches, all week which has not helped me do the things that really, really need doing but that aren’t survival things. I need to make an appointment with my primary care doctor. I need to write a letter to the school and to call them and complain loudly to the school counselor about broken promises.
I’ve been putting 90% of my energy into laundry. We’ve got a minor parasite infestation that required medication followed by washing all bedding every single day through tomorrow. That has meant a minimum of three loads most days and generally five or six loads most days. Plus, I’ve had to strip and remake the beds each day.
That would be hard enough if I were getting enough sleep, but I haven’t been. I got more sleep last night, about seven hours, but I really need a night when I can get ten to twelve hours or, at the very least, manage to nap for several hours. Monday, I couldn’t nap because Cordelia was home. Yesterday and today, I was too wound up about the time required for the chores that need doing to be able to sleep at all. I skipped my usual black tea when I got up with Cordelia in the hope that that would help, and it didn’t at all.
I think Scott doesn’t realize that I can’t go to sleep early because he will rouse me to full alertness half a dozen times as he gets ready for bed over the course of an hour to an hour and a half. Maybe I should try Ativan to see if that lets me stop being quite so hypervigilant? Some part of my brain insists that, if there are other people in the house, I need to be aware of what they’re doing in case something goes wrong. If Scott drops something or anything happens to prompt him to make an exasperated noise, I’m fully awake because it might be something I need to help with. And if Cordelia drops her water bottle or gets up to use the bathroom… Yeah.
I have the edges of a cold. I’m not sure if it’s going to completely grab hold or if I can still evade it. My suspicion is that the amount of sleep I get will be a big factor there, and we’re having friends over this evening. I really, really want to see someone who isn’t family, but I also kind of want to crash early.
But crashing early won’t work unless I can get Scott and Cordelia to do it, too, so, really, I might as well spend the time with friends.
We got sushi from Totoro for dinner last night. I ended up having unexpected issues with it. They haven’t previously put cucumber in their California rolls, but they did this time. (I know that most places use cucumber in California rolls; it’s just that Totoro hasn’t previously.) I was stupid and ate some anyway, and I really, really shouldn’t have. Cucumber doesn’t seem like it ought to be something that would give me reflux issues, but it does, and I always forget that it does because I avoid it due to not liking how it tastes.
Under certain circumstances, I can get reflux from lettuce (all types). That seems to be mitigated by eating more of other things than I do lettuce but is more likely to happen if I don’t use dressing than if I do, so it’s not an issue with fat in the dressing.
Hm. It’s 1:15. I need to put the fitted sheet on our bed. I need to get myself lunch. I will need to change over the laundry in about ten minutes. I can only manage one of the three at a time and will need twenty to thirty minutes to rest between. I want the bed made as soon as possible (partly so that I have the option of lying down and partly so that I have an empty laundry basket that I can use for Cordelia’s bedding). I need the laundry to be entirely finished by 6:00 so that there’s time to make Cordelia’s bed before company arrives. But it’s been six hours since I last ate, so that’s high priority, too, especially since there are meds I take with lunch.
I’ve been putting 90% of my energy into laundry. We’ve got a minor parasite infestation that required medication followed by washing all bedding every single day through tomorrow. That has meant a minimum of three loads most days and generally five or six loads most days. Plus, I’ve had to strip and remake the beds each day.
That would be hard enough if I were getting enough sleep, but I haven’t been. I got more sleep last night, about seven hours, but I really need a night when I can get ten to twelve hours or, at the very least, manage to nap for several hours. Monday, I couldn’t nap because Cordelia was home. Yesterday and today, I was too wound up about the time required for the chores that need doing to be able to sleep at all. I skipped my usual black tea when I got up with Cordelia in the hope that that would help, and it didn’t at all.
I think Scott doesn’t realize that I can’t go to sleep early because he will rouse me to full alertness half a dozen times as he gets ready for bed over the course of an hour to an hour and a half. Maybe I should try Ativan to see if that lets me stop being quite so hypervigilant? Some part of my brain insists that, if there are other people in the house, I need to be aware of what they’re doing in case something goes wrong. If Scott drops something or anything happens to prompt him to make an exasperated noise, I’m fully awake because it might be something I need to help with. And if Cordelia drops her water bottle or gets up to use the bathroom… Yeah.
I have the edges of a cold. I’m not sure if it’s going to completely grab hold or if I can still evade it. My suspicion is that the amount of sleep I get will be a big factor there, and we’re having friends over this evening. I really, really want to see someone who isn’t family, but I also kind of want to crash early.
But crashing early won’t work unless I can get Scott and Cordelia to do it, too, so, really, I might as well spend the time with friends.
We got sushi from Totoro for dinner last night. I ended up having unexpected issues with it. They haven’t previously put cucumber in their California rolls, but they did this time. (I know that most places use cucumber in California rolls; it’s just that Totoro hasn’t previously.) I was stupid and ate some anyway, and I really, really shouldn’t have. Cucumber doesn’t seem like it ought to be something that would give me reflux issues, but it does, and I always forget that it does because I avoid it due to not liking how it tastes.
Under certain circumstances, I can get reflux from lettuce (all types). That seems to be mitigated by eating more of other things than I do lettuce but is more likely to happen if I don’t use dressing than if I do, so it’s not an issue with fat in the dressing.
Hm. It’s 1:15. I need to put the fitted sheet on our bed. I need to get myself lunch. I will need to change over the laundry in about ten minutes. I can only manage one of the three at a time and will need twenty to thirty minutes to rest between. I want the bed made as soon as possible (partly so that I have the option of lying down and partly so that I have an empty laundry basket that I can use for Cordelia’s bedding). I need the laundry to be entirely finished by 6:00 so that there’s time to make Cordelia’s bed before company arrives. But it’s been six hours since I last ate, so that’s high priority, too, especially since there are meds I take with lunch.
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Date: 2017-02-22 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-24 03:37 pm (UTC)Being a light sleeper was useful when Cordelia was a baby/toddler and waking at night. It generally meant I could get up rapidly and calm her while Scott mostly slept through it.