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Feb. 2nd, 2018 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckMy best guess about yesterday is that I forgot to take my omeprozale yesterday morning. I was very sick by 2:00 p.m. and spent the next twelve hours feeling miserable. I took the omeprozale about 7:00 p.m. because I couldn't think what else would make me feel that way.
I still had to sleep on the loveseat recliner in order not to start coughing and having trouble breathing. Even leaning back a bit wasn't a great thing. I did actually manage to sleep, though, and I'm pretty sure neither Scott nor I would have slept at all if I'd tried lying down.
I ate plain rice cakes for dinner because I hoped that they would absorb some of the acid in my stomach. Eating other things had given me very brief relief, so the idea seemed somewhat logical. Also, I was afraid to eat anything more challenging.
This evening is going to be busy. Cordelia has an appointment downtown at 4:15 and another at 5:00 (both in the same building). That pretty much means that she gets home, puts down her back pack, and then she and I head for the bus. Scott might be home by 4:00, but it's at best going to be 50-50. By the time he'll know either way, Cordelia and I would already need to be on a bus if we need to take one downtown.
I suggested that Cordelia take the city bus downtown after school and meet me there, but she says that it's like trying to get on a bus with a large herd of elephants-- no space whatsoever-- and isn't something she's willing to do ever again.
I have no idea what time the cleaning lady will come today. She didn't say when she called Wednesday evening, and I didn't think to ask. I wish that I knew because it would make planning easier.
I'm also trying to figure out the best plan for dinner for myself. I usually eat between 5:00 and 6:00 really shouldn't eat after 6:00, so I'll need food during Cordelia's second appointment. Packing a sandwich ought not be hard, but it feels like just one more damned thing to try to do.
To do:
Laundry. Two loads done. One in the dryer (which will take two cycles). One in the wash. One waiting to go in.
Run dishwasher as soon as current load of laundry in wash is past the hot water part of things.
Pack food for dinner.
Move anything I don't want tidied away out of the living room/dining room/kitchen.
Nap if I can.
Take out trash and recycling as they're overflowing.
Print and fill out grocery list.
Call in prescription refill.
Library books.
Library DVD set.
Netflix DVD (half an hour left).
Write!!!!
I still had to sleep on the loveseat recliner in order not to start coughing and having trouble breathing. Even leaning back a bit wasn't a great thing. I did actually manage to sleep, though, and I'm pretty sure neither Scott nor I would have slept at all if I'd tried lying down.
I ate plain rice cakes for dinner because I hoped that they would absorb some of the acid in my stomach. Eating other things had given me very brief relief, so the idea seemed somewhat logical. Also, I was afraid to eat anything more challenging.
This evening is going to be busy. Cordelia has an appointment downtown at 4:15 and another at 5:00 (both in the same building). That pretty much means that she gets home, puts down her back pack, and then she and I head for the bus. Scott might be home by 4:00, but it's at best going to be 50-50. By the time he'll know either way, Cordelia and I would already need to be on a bus if we need to take one downtown.
I suggested that Cordelia take the city bus downtown after school and meet me there, but she says that it's like trying to get on a bus with a large herd of elephants-- no space whatsoever-- and isn't something she's willing to do ever again.
I have no idea what time the cleaning lady will come today. She didn't say when she called Wednesday evening, and I didn't think to ask. I wish that I knew because it would make planning easier.
I'm also trying to figure out the best plan for dinner for myself. I usually eat between 5:00 and 6:00 really shouldn't eat after 6:00, so I'll need food during Cordelia's second appointment. Packing a sandwich ought not be hard, but it feels like just one more damned thing to try to do.
To do:
Laundry. Two loads done. One in the dryer (which will take two cycles). One in the wash. One waiting to go in.
Run dishwasher as soon as current load of laundry in wash is past the hot water part of things.
Pack food for dinner.
Move anything I don't want tidied away out of the living room/dining room/kitchen.
Nap if I can.
Take out trash and recycling as they're overflowing.
Print and fill out grocery list.
Call in prescription refill.
Library books.
Library DVD set.
Netflix DVD (half an hour left).
Write!!!!
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Date: 2018-02-02 05:10 pm (UTC)About potentially forgotten medicine: I finally got a "days of the week" pill organizer for me and another one for Corbin, when it got hard to be sure whether each of us had had our medicine on any given day. I fill them up once a week and then work our way through it day by day. And it helps.
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Date: 2018-02-03 10:34 pm (UTC)I sympathize with Cordelia about the bus because there are certain times of day when I won't ride the Plymouth Rd bus if there's any other option. There are just days when her being able to do it would make life simpler. Dentist appointments, for example, are on central campus (well, close to) at 4:00 or 4:15. The whole thing would be much less rushed if I could meet her either downtown or at the CCTC.