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May. 14th, 2018 09:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI've just spent a couple of hours sorting through papers and shredding about half of them. Every time I have doctor's appointment in the UMHS, they print a 4-8 page document that lists all my future appointments, all of my current medications, and whatever instructions and diagnoses I've acquired from the appointment. I don't have much use for them long term but would rather not recycle them unshredded, so they pile up for months/years.
I'm searching for a couple of receipts that I need to send to Aetna for reimbursement. At this point, I need to check the mostly inaccessible bottom shelf of the bookshelf where I keep receipts that need to be submitted. The shelves don't quite meet the back of the case, so single sheets of paper can slip through. The one I'm searching for is, of course, the one for the biggest expenditure. I have to find it today, but I think I'll take time to fill out the forms for the other four receipts now.
Lunch yesterday was difficult because my body was being very uncooperative. My hands were shaking to the point that I couldn't pass dishes or pour water. It's a forearm tremor that makes the hands move at the wrist. I've had issues with it for years when either very, very anxious or very, very exhausted. I took an Ativan when I noticed that it was happening. Well, a bit after. It took forever to get water, and I can't dry swallow. The Ativan didn't help the tremor much.
Scott's sister was adamant that we should order a group meal. She got kind of upset when Scott and I refused. She was sure that the food would be safe. Given how it was served, Scott and I could have eaten the hummus, the baba ghanooj, the bread, and the rice. Scott could have eaten the tabbouleh and the fatoush salad, as well, but I couldn't. Nothing on the large meat platter was safe for either of us.
I ended up getting a cup of lentil soup and a sandwich. Scott got a chicken saute that the manager said would be safe for his allergies. Anything grilled would have been risky because they grill everything on that same grill and use the same utensils. My main concern was not having any idea what herbs and spices would be on the meat.
The lentil soup was a bit of a gamble. I was hopeful that I was early enough in the day that anything unfortunate in terms of pepper or oregano wouldn't make me lose sleep. I ended up with too much raw garlic from the sandwich, even though I only ate half of it. I was still having minor problems from that nine hours later, so I had some vanilla ice cream right before bed, and that let me lie down.
On the plus side, I wasn't in much pain yesterday. Apparently, there's a level of exhaustion at which my body can't keep the muscles contracting. Sadly, at that point, I start having trouble moving without dropping, spilling, tripping, turning my ankle, wobbling, etc. I can still type when I'm like that, though, so there's that.
I'm searching for a couple of receipts that I need to send to Aetna for reimbursement. At this point, I need to check the mostly inaccessible bottom shelf of the bookshelf where I keep receipts that need to be submitted. The shelves don't quite meet the back of the case, so single sheets of paper can slip through. The one I'm searching for is, of course, the one for the biggest expenditure. I have to find it today, but I think I'll take time to fill out the forms for the other four receipts now.
Lunch yesterday was difficult because my body was being very uncooperative. My hands were shaking to the point that I couldn't pass dishes or pour water. It's a forearm tremor that makes the hands move at the wrist. I've had issues with it for years when either very, very anxious or very, very exhausted. I took an Ativan when I noticed that it was happening. Well, a bit after. It took forever to get water, and I can't dry swallow. The Ativan didn't help the tremor much.
Scott's sister was adamant that we should order a group meal. She got kind of upset when Scott and I refused. She was sure that the food would be safe. Given how it was served, Scott and I could have eaten the hummus, the baba ghanooj, the bread, and the rice. Scott could have eaten the tabbouleh and the fatoush salad, as well, but I couldn't. Nothing on the large meat platter was safe for either of us.
I ended up getting a cup of lentil soup and a sandwich. Scott got a chicken saute that the manager said would be safe for his allergies. Anything grilled would have been risky because they grill everything on that same grill and use the same utensils. My main concern was not having any idea what herbs and spices would be on the meat.
The lentil soup was a bit of a gamble. I was hopeful that I was early enough in the day that anything unfortunate in terms of pepper or oregano wouldn't make me lose sleep. I ended up with too much raw garlic from the sandwich, even though I only ate half of it. I was still having minor problems from that nine hours later, so I had some vanilla ice cream right before bed, and that let me lie down.
On the plus side, I wasn't in much pain yesterday. Apparently, there's a level of exhaustion at which my body can't keep the muscles contracting. Sadly, at that point, I start having trouble moving without dropping, spilling, tripping, turning my ankle, wobbling, etc. I can still type when I'm like that, though, so there's that.
