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Nov. 13th, 2018 06:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckScott took yesterday as a vacation day. He started out by getting the oil changed while I did some cleaning. I stripped the bed and swept and mopped parts of the bedroom. There are still bits that are very dusty, and I need to see about getting the bins out from under the bed so that I can make a list of what's there.
I wore a dust mask, and that seems to have helped. I was exhausted after the cleaning, but I didn't have an allergy attack.
We went out to run errands after that, but we'd forgotten that the bank would be closed, so we weren't able to manage the bit that I particularly wanted to accomplish. We got the grocery shopping done anyway.
I started a migraine around the time we got home. We had planned to go out for lunch, but Scott was very reluctant to go downtown. We ended up at Zoup which was okay but not what I was hoping for. We tried to stop at Wendy's after to pick up some burgers that I could put in the freezer, but the drive-thru line was quite long and the indoor section was closed.
An Amerge got my stomach a bit settled. Scott put sheets on the bed so that I could lie down if I wanted. I didn't because I was afraid that I'd start sneezing. I had a doctor's appointment at 2:30, and allergies would have made that miserable because the staff would have made me wear a mask.
Scott and I talked a bit about how our differing communication styles give us problems. We didn't reach any useful conclusions about how to manage it. It's very obviously hurting both of us. Scott feels like I'm trying to make him feel guilty, and I feel like he's not paying any attention to what I'm saying.
I'm pretty sure that the discussion was a big reason for my migraine.
The appointment went well, but I need to go back in December for a skin biopsy. I texted Scott to tell him that I was done. He didn't reply for quite some time. I told him where I was, and he didn't tell me what he was going to do, so I walked toward the bus stop. When he got back to me again, I thought he hadn't even left home, and it was three minutes until the bus was due at the stop nearby, so I told him not to come.
Then I got on the wrong bus. Once I got off that, I texted Scott again. I didn't hear back from him for quite some time, so I had gotten almost all the way back to the bus route I needed by the time I heard from him. I was facing a difficult street crossing, so having Scott come and get me was easier.
He didn't understand what I told him about where I was because I used the street name. It's a very complicated intersection with about five different streets colliding with each other. I was halfway through the crossings I needed (I'd done two of four) but had to cross back after Scott arrived because he ignored the street name (apparently he didn't know which street I was talking about. We drive on it every time we go to the library, but he's never learned the name) and used Life360. Traffic was heavy.
Scott made waffles for dinner. That was nice.
I'm going to make a shared Gdoc that lists all of the things that we need to do that I need Scott's help with. He feels ambushed when he has a day off or a weekend and I tell him we have things we need to get done. I really don't understand that because it's predictable. There are things that need to get done that I can't do.
I wore a dust mask, and that seems to have helped. I was exhausted after the cleaning, but I didn't have an allergy attack.
We went out to run errands after that, but we'd forgotten that the bank would be closed, so we weren't able to manage the bit that I particularly wanted to accomplish. We got the grocery shopping done anyway.
I started a migraine around the time we got home. We had planned to go out for lunch, but Scott was very reluctant to go downtown. We ended up at Zoup which was okay but not what I was hoping for. We tried to stop at Wendy's after to pick up some burgers that I could put in the freezer, but the drive-thru line was quite long and the indoor section was closed.
An Amerge got my stomach a bit settled. Scott put sheets on the bed so that I could lie down if I wanted. I didn't because I was afraid that I'd start sneezing. I had a doctor's appointment at 2:30, and allergies would have made that miserable because the staff would have made me wear a mask.
Scott and I talked a bit about how our differing communication styles give us problems. We didn't reach any useful conclusions about how to manage it. It's very obviously hurting both of us. Scott feels like I'm trying to make him feel guilty, and I feel like he's not paying any attention to what I'm saying.
I'm pretty sure that the discussion was a big reason for my migraine.
The appointment went well, but I need to go back in December for a skin biopsy. I texted Scott to tell him that I was done. He didn't reply for quite some time. I told him where I was, and he didn't tell me what he was going to do, so I walked toward the bus stop. When he got back to me again, I thought he hadn't even left home, and it was three minutes until the bus was due at the stop nearby, so I told him not to come.
Then I got on the wrong bus. Once I got off that, I texted Scott again. I didn't hear back from him for quite some time, so I had gotten almost all the way back to the bus route I needed by the time I heard from him. I was facing a difficult street crossing, so having Scott come and get me was easier.
He didn't understand what I told him about where I was because I used the street name. It's a very complicated intersection with about five different streets colliding with each other. I was halfway through the crossings I needed (I'd done two of four) but had to cross back after Scott arrived because he ignored the street name (apparently he didn't know which street I was talking about. We drive on it every time we go to the library, but he's never learned the name) and used Life360. Traffic was heavy.
Scott made waffles for dinner. That was nice.
I'm going to make a shared Gdoc that lists all of the things that we need to do that I need Scott's help with. He feels ambushed when he has a day off or a weekend and I tell him we have things we need to get done. I really don't understand that because it's predictable. There are things that need to get done that I can't do.
