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Jul. 7th, 2018 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckPT went well yesterday. It was nice outside, so I walked around the hospital garden between getting off the bus and checking in for my appointment (I got there about 45 minutes early). After, I walked slowly from the main hospital down to Plymouth Rd.
There's a diner right there, so Cordelia and I met there and had a meal then took the bus home. I think she enjoyed it, too.
The PT person thinks that my elbow problem is caused by a particular muscle not doing its job, so she's given me some exercises. I'm to do those three times a week and gradually work my way up to doing them more often and with more weight. All four are wrist movement things. I'm doing them empty handed now and will move to one pound weights later. I'm still working out the best way to do them in terms of how my elbow is relative to my wrists. I may need to look online as the sheet explaining the exercises doesn't seem to say.
I melted down a little last night over the way that the next several weeks look with regard to scheduling and Things That Must Be Done. There isn't anything Scott can do to help because the problem appointments are all dead in the middle of the day. Getting me to and from an hour long 2 p.m. or 3 p.m. appointment means missing a lot of work.
I'm working on an email to ask my mother, MIL, and SIL if they can help, but right now it keeps devolving into a rant about how impossible it all is with a long list of the other things going on close enough to drain the resources to make it impossible.
The one week when I thought I had elbow room for the two big errands turns out to be Art Fair which makes everything those days vastly more complicated. Cordelia and I need to go to the Secretary of State's office that week, and we need to go to the bus headquarters that week. Cordelia doesn't see why she should have to go along for the latter, but I think it will be a lot easier for me if she comes along. She's old enough now and responsible enough to help my agoraphobia a bit rather than make me more hypervigilant while we're out.
Art Fair is an issue because every bus route detours and runs wildly off schedule and because Blake Transit Center, the downtown transfer point, is in the heart of the crowds. We have to go there, both ways for each trip, because the bus system is set up with spokes that don't generally interconnect.
There's a diner right there, so Cordelia and I met there and had a meal then took the bus home. I think she enjoyed it, too.
The PT person thinks that my elbow problem is caused by a particular muscle not doing its job, so she's given me some exercises. I'm to do those three times a week and gradually work my way up to doing them more often and with more weight. All four are wrist movement things. I'm doing them empty handed now and will move to one pound weights later. I'm still working out the best way to do them in terms of how my elbow is relative to my wrists. I may need to look online as the sheet explaining the exercises doesn't seem to say.
I melted down a little last night over the way that the next several weeks look with regard to scheduling and Things That Must Be Done. There isn't anything Scott can do to help because the problem appointments are all dead in the middle of the day. Getting me to and from an hour long 2 p.m. or 3 p.m. appointment means missing a lot of work.
I'm working on an email to ask my mother, MIL, and SIL if they can help, but right now it keeps devolving into a rant about how impossible it all is with a long list of the other things going on close enough to drain the resources to make it impossible.
The one week when I thought I had elbow room for the two big errands turns out to be Art Fair which makes everything those days vastly more complicated. Cordelia and I need to go to the Secretary of State's office that week, and we need to go to the bus headquarters that week. Cordelia doesn't see why she should have to go along for the latter, but I think it will be a lot easier for me if she comes along. She's old enough now and responsible enough to help my agoraphobia a bit rather than make me more hypervigilant while we're out.
Art Fair is an issue because every bus route detours and runs wildly off schedule and because Blake Transit Center, the downtown transfer point, is in the heart of the crowds. We have to go there, both ways for each trip, because the bus system is set up with spokes that don't generally interconnect.
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Date: 2018-07-07 10:05 pm (UTC)(This summer I'm drowning in the vast amount of driving around that my youngest kiddo needs, and I'm being driven crazy by getting work-time that is always split into short chunks, so I think driving you places would just be more of what I am already doing. If I don't need to be picking up or dropping off my kiddo, I'm happy to do some driving for you. Just let me know. Plus it would be nice to see you!)