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May. 23rd, 2019 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckPlease assume that I haven't read anything here in the last ten or so days. My brain has been refusing to deal with DW recently.
I've had about ten days of just not being able to cope with everything I needed to do. Appointment after family thing after paperwork after chores after choir thing... And on and on. At this point, I've lost track of what I did when.
I have given up my driver's license. I hadn't driven in more than 20 years, and it had been more than a decade before that occasion since I last drove.
I've printed the paperwork for me and Scott get certified copies of our birth certificates. We need them in order to get i.d. that will let us fly once the laws about acceptable i.d. change next year. I expect to need to fly some time in the next few years as my father and his wife are both in their mid-70s and in New Mexico. My mother is in the same age range with my stepfather just shy of 65. Neither of us has yet filled out the paperwork yet.
Cordelia turned 16 on the 17th. We went out to lunch at Red Lobster the next day because she wanted crab. We went early enough that I was able to have shrimp scampi without ill effects. I didn't order crab legs because I don't think my hands are up to the task any more.
Scott ordered a four place setting set of Corelle tableware. We're in the process of rearranging our storage to accommodate that. Scott's more willing to go with moving things to the basement than his is to go with throwing anything out. I'm not convinced that saving the cost of replacing a box of plastic spoons is enough to justify storing that box in the kitchen cupboard for a decade. They don't go bad, and we use a few every year, but... The basement is a compromise.
My mother and stepfather got a local rental for three nights and went home this morning. They found a place that allowed dogs. They attended Cordelia's choir concert last night and went back to Lawton this morning. Scott's parents are attending tonight's concert.
Cordelia had a half day of school yesterday, so she and I and my parents went to Totoro for lunch. The ladies there gave us free edamame with our meal.
I stepped back the PT that the doctor I saw on the 3rd suggested. I think that it may have caused the ongoing headache I had the following week. I'll be seeing a physical therapist I trust on the 6th. I also had one session with a psychologist who specializes in pain management. I'm not putting a lot of reliance on her coming up with anything helpful, but I'm willing to find out.
The psychologist appointment was exhausting because I made two mistakes with the bus trip. I got off too early on the way there (and walked down a deadend that I thought went through) and made a mistake about the route of the bus home that meant I had to walk quite a lot farther than I expected before I found a bus stop.
I found my curvy back thingy still in one of the suitcases in the basement. My guess is that I took it to UCon and didn't get it out of the suitcase before Scott closed it up and stuck it in the basement. I'm finding it helpful, but we're having trouble figuring out where/how to store it because it's an inconvenient shape.
I've gotten nice recipient comments on my two recently posted exchange fics. Both exchanges are still anonymous, though, so I can't yet link to them. I think author reveals are late on Sunday for both exchanges, so I'll likely announce the stories here on Monday.
I've had about ten days of just not being able to cope with everything I needed to do. Appointment after family thing after paperwork after chores after choir thing... And on and on. At this point, I've lost track of what I did when.
I have given up my driver's license. I hadn't driven in more than 20 years, and it had been more than a decade before that occasion since I last drove.
I've printed the paperwork for me and Scott get certified copies of our birth certificates. We need them in order to get i.d. that will let us fly once the laws about acceptable i.d. change next year. I expect to need to fly some time in the next few years as my father and his wife are both in their mid-70s and in New Mexico. My mother is in the same age range with my stepfather just shy of 65. Neither of us has yet filled out the paperwork yet.
Cordelia turned 16 on the 17th. We went out to lunch at Red Lobster the next day because she wanted crab. We went early enough that I was able to have shrimp scampi without ill effects. I didn't order crab legs because I don't think my hands are up to the task any more.
Scott ordered a four place setting set of Corelle tableware. We're in the process of rearranging our storage to accommodate that. Scott's more willing to go with moving things to the basement than his is to go with throwing anything out. I'm not convinced that saving the cost of replacing a box of plastic spoons is enough to justify storing that box in the kitchen cupboard for a decade. They don't go bad, and we use a few every year, but... The basement is a compromise.
My mother and stepfather got a local rental for three nights and went home this morning. They found a place that allowed dogs. They attended Cordelia's choir concert last night and went back to Lawton this morning. Scott's parents are attending tonight's concert.
Cordelia had a half day of school yesterday, so she and I and my parents went to Totoro for lunch. The ladies there gave us free edamame with our meal.
I stepped back the PT that the doctor I saw on the 3rd suggested. I think that it may have caused the ongoing headache I had the following week. I'll be seeing a physical therapist I trust on the 6th. I also had one session with a psychologist who specializes in pain management. I'm not putting a lot of reliance on her coming up with anything helpful, but I'm willing to find out.
The psychologist appointment was exhausting because I made two mistakes with the bus trip. I got off too early on the way there (and walked down a deadend that I thought went through) and made a mistake about the route of the bus home that meant I had to walk quite a lot farther than I expected before I found a bus stop.
I found my curvy back thingy still in one of the suitcases in the basement. My guess is that I took it to UCon and didn't get it out of the suitcase before Scott closed it up and stuck it in the basement. I'm finding it helpful, but we're having trouble figuring out where/how to store it because it's an inconvenient shape.
I've gotten nice recipient comments on my two recently posted exchange fics. Both exchanges are still anonymous, though, so I can't yet link to them. I think author reveals are late on Sunday for both exchanges, so I'll likely announce the stories here on Monday.
