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May. 3rd, 2018 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI took more time walking to the bus stop yesterday than I expected to. I keep forgetting that I'm still exhausted and out of shape. It's hard to tell which bits are remnants of illness that need rest and which are being out of shape and need a bit of pushing.
The doctor's appointment yesterday took much less time than I expected. I got there early, and the doctor was running early, so I was done 45 minutes before my appointment was supposed to start. He was a little dubious about how red the skin on my breast still is, but I pointed out that it has been that color since I finished radiation.
So... Four more doses of Bactrim and a lot of being careful about cuts and scrapes on or near my breast and about hygiene in general.
I walked a little inside the hospital complex. Bactrim has one of those avoid sunlight warnings, and I wanted to spend a little time walking. I couldn't keep going long and needed to rest in the lounge near the information desk before I went out to catch the bus. Cordelia didn't answer my text until about half an hour after I sent it, so I had time for that.
Cordelia wasn't very enthusiastic about having dinner that early, so I headed home. It took me a while because I wanted to avoid that steep hill up from the direct bus. I went downtown, transferred, and went back out.
We had a session of Scott's Firefly game last night. Our ship is an ambulance/rescue ship, and the entire session focused on a rescue. Everyone who was alive when we got there stayed alive except the guy who, once rescued, decided that hijacking our ship made economic sense. After a standoff when he stated over open comms that he was planning to open the ship to vacuum in order to gain sole possession of it, my character took him down. Then our captain spaced him.
Different characters, of course, had (or will have because they don't know yet) very different reactions to this. My character is a former government intelligence operative, so she's not bothered. The guy made a choice to be a pirate and would have been happy to kill us all along with everyone else we'd rescued from his ship. The doctor and the Shepherd (chaplain) don't know yet because they were treating a couple of people with severe burns and decompression issues. The engineer didn't like it at all (wanted to turn the guy over to local planetary authorities for trial) but wasn't going to argue with the captain.
I didn't do any writing yesterday. Mostly, I worked on trying to clean up my laptop a bit to get rid of some files of the ancients. Anything in a Mozilla folder that hasn't been opened since 2002 and that my OS can't identify by file type is very likely not necessary. Anything in that category that says the file size is 0 bytes is a phantom. Deleting it won't free space, but it will make things a little neater.
I need to listen to and delete some of the library audiobooks I've got. They're taking up a lot of space.
The doctor's appointment yesterday took much less time than I expected. I got there early, and the doctor was running early, so I was done 45 minutes before my appointment was supposed to start. He was a little dubious about how red the skin on my breast still is, but I pointed out that it has been that color since I finished radiation.
So... Four more doses of Bactrim and a lot of being careful about cuts and scrapes on or near my breast and about hygiene in general.
I walked a little inside the hospital complex. Bactrim has one of those avoid sunlight warnings, and I wanted to spend a little time walking. I couldn't keep going long and needed to rest in the lounge near the information desk before I went out to catch the bus. Cordelia didn't answer my text until about half an hour after I sent it, so I had time for that.
Cordelia wasn't very enthusiastic about having dinner that early, so I headed home. It took me a while because I wanted to avoid that steep hill up from the direct bus. I went downtown, transferred, and went back out.
We had a session of Scott's Firefly game last night. Our ship is an ambulance/rescue ship, and the entire session focused on a rescue. Everyone who was alive when we got there stayed alive except the guy who, once rescued, decided that hijacking our ship made economic sense. After a standoff when he stated over open comms that he was planning to open the ship to vacuum in order to gain sole possession of it, my character took him down. Then our captain spaced him.
Different characters, of course, had (or will have because they don't know yet) very different reactions to this. My character is a former government intelligence operative, so she's not bothered. The guy made a choice to be a pirate and would have been happy to kill us all along with everyone else we'd rescued from his ship. The doctor and the Shepherd (chaplain) don't know yet because they were treating a couple of people with severe burns and decompression issues. The engineer didn't like it at all (wanted to turn the guy over to local planetary authorities for trial) but wasn't going to argue with the captain.
I didn't do any writing yesterday. Mostly, I worked on trying to clean up my laptop a bit to get rid of some files of the ancients. Anything in a Mozilla folder that hasn't been opened since 2002 and that my OS can't identify by file type is very likely not necessary. Anything in that category that says the file size is 0 bytes is a phantom. Deleting it won't free space, but it will make things a little neater.
I need to listen to and delete some of the library audiobooks I've got. They're taking up a lot of space.
