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The last week was just one damned thing after another. They were all annoying rather than horrible, but they added up to leave me mentally/emotionally frayed.
The mammogram was clear. I probably won't ever quite trust the results of a mammogram because of my personal history with them missing things, but they're simply not all that reliable before menopause. My period started the day of my mammogram which explained the migraines of the previous couple of days.
I didn't get rid of the migraine until Thursday morning. At that point, Cordelia was sick with something minor that needed a prescription. Scott had to go into work late because I was too done in to trust my ability to get me and Cordelia to the urgent care clinic. Thursday was stressful in a lot of small ways that added up to be nasty.
Our cleaning lady told me that she'll be away for at least three weeks in August. She said something about going to pray. I'm wondering, given the timing, if she's going on the Hajj. I will have to ask. I wonder if there's a gift that's appropriate to give to someone who's doing that sort of pilgrimage.
Cordelia and Scott want to get haircuts today. I don't think I need one, but I may go anyway because I'm thinking that I'll keep trims tied to when Scott gets them. That way, I don't have to judge when my hair is getting too long.
I did a lot of walking around on Tuesday, after my mammogram. I kept going because it helped my headache a bit. After a certain point, the headache started reasserting itself. I submitted four potential Ingress portals. Two have been rejected and one accepted. The fourth is still under review.
Cordelia and her friends spent yesterday afternoon out and about. Scott and I did the grocery shopping after he dropped her off. We even took back our returnables, almost $30 worth of cans.
I spent the last two or three days searching for the library book I meant to read next, but apparently I returned it accidentally because it no longer appears on my list of items checked out. There's no waitlist, so I can get it again. I'm just not sure how I ended up returning it. Possibly it fell out of my bag while I was at PT on Monday?
I am really liking the CBD lotion. If I put some on my neck and shoulder at bedtime, I sleep much better and longer than I do without. If I use it on my hands and am careful, I can spend a lot more time without the thumb splints.
I've got one story to write that has a due date, one story that's in the final (I hope) stages of editing, and my Fandom Trumps Hate story. There are several dozen other things that I'd also love to work on, but I need to focus on the thing with the due date because it's still very amorphous in my head. I'm wandering around the outer edges of a Doylist plot caldera (it's way too big to call a plot hole) and want to map it without it blowing up in my face.
The mammogram was clear. I probably won't ever quite trust the results of a mammogram because of my personal history with them missing things, but they're simply not all that reliable before menopause. My period started the day of my mammogram which explained the migraines of the previous couple of days.
I didn't get rid of the migraine until Thursday morning. At that point, Cordelia was sick with something minor that needed a prescription. Scott had to go into work late because I was too done in to trust my ability to get me and Cordelia to the urgent care clinic. Thursday was stressful in a lot of small ways that added up to be nasty.
Our cleaning lady told me that she'll be away for at least three weeks in August. She said something about going to pray. I'm wondering, given the timing, if she's going on the Hajj. I will have to ask. I wonder if there's a gift that's appropriate to give to someone who's doing that sort of pilgrimage.
Cordelia and Scott want to get haircuts today. I don't think I need one, but I may go anyway because I'm thinking that I'll keep trims tied to when Scott gets them. That way, I don't have to judge when my hair is getting too long.
I did a lot of walking around on Tuesday, after my mammogram. I kept going because it helped my headache a bit. After a certain point, the headache started reasserting itself. I submitted four potential Ingress portals. Two have been rejected and one accepted. The fourth is still under review.
Cordelia and her friends spent yesterday afternoon out and about. Scott and I did the grocery shopping after he dropped her off. We even took back our returnables, almost $30 worth of cans.
I spent the last two or three days searching for the library book I meant to read next, but apparently I returned it accidentally because it no longer appears on my list of items checked out. There's no waitlist, so I can get it again. I'm just not sure how I ended up returning it. Possibly it fell out of my bag while I was at PT on Monday?
I am really liking the CBD lotion. If I put some on my neck and shoulder at bedtime, I sleep much better and longer than I do without. If I use it on my hands and am careful, I can spend a lot more time without the thumb splints.
I've got one story to write that has a due date, one story that's in the final (I hope) stages of editing, and my Fandom Trumps Hate story. There are several dozen other things that I'd also love to work on, but I need to focus on the thing with the due date because it's still very amorphous in my head. I'm wandering around the outer edges of a Doylist plot caldera (it's way too big to call a plot hole) and want to map it without it blowing up in my face.
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