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Jun. 23rd, 2018 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI did a lot, for me at least, yesterday. I ran two loads of laundry and stripped the bed (it didn't get made up again until Scott helped me just before bed). I ran the dishwasher and got Cordelia to empty it. I made the grocery list and then did the shopping. Scott dropped me off then took Cordelia to class then stopped at the library then came to pick me up and take me home. He had an hour to relax between when we got everything put away and when he needed to leave to get Cordelia.
I need to throw out or otherwise get rid of the fitted sheet with holes. I've washed the dirty sheets, including that, and one of the new fitted sheets. I left the other new fitted sheet in the packaging and may do that for easy storage until we actually need it.
I also replied to a snippy email from my gastroenterologist's nurse which told me that my nutritionist ought to be able to solve all dietary problems. I got equally cranky because the nutritionist has explicitly told me that my issues are beyond her training/pay grade. There isn't anyone else in the system to whom she can refer me. Some of the specialty clinics have specialized nutritionists, but none of them deal with patients who have more than one set of major dietary issues. I've got at least six different parameters to deal with. Seven if one counts our budget being very inelastic.
Scott and Cordelia went out this morning so that Scott could let her sit at the wheel of the car in a parking lot and understand where all of the pieces are. He says they went back and forth a couple of times. I wasn't sure that would happen because I wasn't sure Cordelia would feel ready to do it.
Scott's sister has offered to do the same thing with Cordelia in her car on Tuesday, after the biopsy. I think it would be a good idea because her car is bigger than ours and so would feel different, even if all Cordelia does is sit in the driver's seat.
We had to reassure Cordelia that it doesn't actually matter which thing she does first on getting into the driver's seat as long as she does certain things before she starts the car. (She was a little astonished that we mentioned fastening her seatbelt as a before starting the car thing. Then Scott and I remembered that she doesn't remember a time when not doing that was legal. It hadn't occurred to her as a thing that needed to be mentioned.)
I spent the last dream cycle before I got up dreaming about trying and failing to make coffee (I kept walking away and having other people turn off the heat or dump my coffee or...). I took that as my body nudging me about getting up to give it some caffeine, so I gave up on sleep and went and made tea. I'm trying to cut down on my morning caffeine a little bit now that it's summer.
I need to throw out or otherwise get rid of the fitted sheet with holes. I've washed the dirty sheets, including that, and one of the new fitted sheets. I left the other new fitted sheet in the packaging and may do that for easy storage until we actually need it.
I also replied to a snippy email from my gastroenterologist's nurse which told me that my nutritionist ought to be able to solve all dietary problems. I got equally cranky because the nutritionist has explicitly told me that my issues are beyond her training/pay grade. There isn't anyone else in the system to whom she can refer me. Some of the specialty clinics have specialized nutritionists, but none of them deal with patients who have more than one set of major dietary issues. I've got at least six different parameters to deal with. Seven if one counts our budget being very inelastic.
Scott and Cordelia went out this morning so that Scott could let her sit at the wheel of the car in a parking lot and understand where all of the pieces are. He says they went back and forth a couple of times. I wasn't sure that would happen because I wasn't sure Cordelia would feel ready to do it.
Scott's sister has offered to do the same thing with Cordelia in her car on Tuesday, after the biopsy. I think it would be a good idea because her car is bigger than ours and so would feel different, even if all Cordelia does is sit in the driver's seat.
We had to reassure Cordelia that it doesn't actually matter which thing she does first on getting into the driver's seat as long as she does certain things before she starts the car. (She was a little astonished that we mentioned fastening her seatbelt as a before starting the car thing. Then Scott and I remembered that she doesn't remember a time when not doing that was legal. It hadn't occurred to her as a thing that needed to be mentioned.)
I spent the last dream cycle before I got up dreaming about trying and failing to make coffee (I kept walking away and having other people turn off the heat or dump my coffee or...). I took that as my body nudging me about getting up to give it some caffeine, so I gave up on sleep and went and made tea. I'm trying to cut down on my morning caffeine a little bit now that it's summer.
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Date: 2018-06-23 09:50 pm (UTC)----------
My kids are used to me yelling "SEAT BELT" at the television when characters don't use theirs. It's a pet peeve of mine -- that and extremely unrealistic depictions of childbirth. :-S
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Date: 2018-06-23 10:12 pm (UTC)The list of things I know I can eat safely shrinks if I take out all of the FODMAP things and then very nearly vanishes entirely if I start trying for low glycemic. I have a list of what I know doesn't make me immediately sick and of what sometimes makes me sick and of what always makes me sick. Maybe I'll post that with a cut tag. It's an evolving list as there are things I didn't include because I didn't think of them.