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Jul. 3rd, 2019 01:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckMost of today's to-do list carries over from yesterday.
Move laundry to dryer
Pick up prescription refill [and groceries?]
Text my sister to ask if they're actually coming this way tomorrow
Return library book that's due today
Run dishwasher
Roast chickpeas
Fill out and mail insurance claims
Type up more of the LTD form
I got through about four pages of the fourteen page questionnaire yesterday before my elbows started hurting horribly. Apparently typing straight through as fast as I can is different from composing as I type. When I compose, I pause a lot and move around in the text to rework things, effectively giving my arms and hands micro-breaks. I also wander off to read DW when anything starts to twinge. Yesterday, I typed for 30-40 minutes straight and then couldn't do more. For about an hour, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to do things like open my water bottle to refill it, but things calmed down enough for that.
Right at the moment, I'm trying to deal with the urgent things before starting today's stint on the paperwork. This section is all work history and has a lot of things that I really can't remember. I don't recall my hourly rate for the waitress job I had for less than two months the summer after I turned seventeen. I'm fifty two; I'm not sure I can reasonably be expected to remember much of anything that happened when I was seventeen.
Mainly, I remember that I made more in an evening of babysitting than I did in a full shift at that job. I just only got babysitting jobs Fridays and Saturdays.
Cordelia took care of getting the trash and recycling out yesterday. I was grateful because getting the trash out is hard on my hands. The bag opening is stretched tight on the bin in the kitchen, and it needs hand strength to get it loose. I can manage the rest without being too hard on my hands, but that part is nearly impossible. Putting bags in place in that bin is more or less beyond me now, too. (I can. I can also drop hammers on my toes or slam the door on my head. Apart from being necessary, it's in that class of unwise actions.)
I have to go out this afternoon/evening. That or I have to persuade someone else to do it. Well, I suppose that the library book won't be overdue until the library opens Friday morning, so I could have Scott do all the other things.
I slept badly last night, probably because I'm stressed out about the paperwork and about the appointment next week. It's hard to say. I kind of need to get the paperwork done quickly because it's going to keep me from sleeping well until it's completed.
I woke with a headache. Coffee and food helped it, but it was that sort of thing that comes with my body needing sleep but also being too wired to allow me to sleep.
Move laundry to dryer
Pick up prescription refill [and groceries?]
Text my sister to ask if they're actually coming this way tomorrow
Return library book that's due today
Run dishwasher
Roast chickpeas
Fill out and mail insurance claims
Type up more of the LTD form
I got through about four pages of the fourteen page questionnaire yesterday before my elbows started hurting horribly. Apparently typing straight through as fast as I can is different from composing as I type. When I compose, I pause a lot and move around in the text to rework things, effectively giving my arms and hands micro-breaks. I also wander off to read DW when anything starts to twinge. Yesterday, I typed for 30-40 minutes straight and then couldn't do more. For about an hour, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to do things like open my water bottle to refill it, but things calmed down enough for that.
Right at the moment, I'm trying to deal with the urgent things before starting today's stint on the paperwork. This section is all work history and has a lot of things that I really can't remember. I don't recall my hourly rate for the waitress job I had for less than two months the summer after I turned seventeen. I'm fifty two; I'm not sure I can reasonably be expected to remember much of anything that happened when I was seventeen.
Mainly, I remember that I made more in an evening of babysitting than I did in a full shift at that job. I just only got babysitting jobs Fridays and Saturdays.
Cordelia took care of getting the trash and recycling out yesterday. I was grateful because getting the trash out is hard on my hands. The bag opening is stretched tight on the bin in the kitchen, and it needs hand strength to get it loose. I can manage the rest without being too hard on my hands, but that part is nearly impossible. Putting bags in place in that bin is more or less beyond me now, too. (I can. I can also drop hammers on my toes or slam the door on my head. Apart from being necessary, it's in that class of unwise actions.)
I have to go out this afternoon/evening. That or I have to persuade someone else to do it. Well, I suppose that the library book won't be overdue until the library opens Friday morning, so I could have Scott do all the other things.
I slept badly last night, probably because I'm stressed out about the paperwork and about the appointment next week. It's hard to say. I kind of need to get the paperwork done quickly because it's going to keep me from sleeping well until it's completed.
I woke with a headache. Coffee and food helped it, but it was that sort of thing that comes with my body needing sleep but also being too wired to allow me to sleep.
