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Apr. 9th, 2020 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI think I need to do some serious bedroom cleaning today. That's going to include raising a lot of dust, so I'm going to try using a scarf to keep from inhaling too much of it. I'm not sure I can get very far before I'm too exhausted to go on, but maybe, if I start now and do a few minutes every hour, I can make progress.
Yesterday, I swept part of the living room and part of the kitchen. I thought it would be easy, but it turned out not to be. I couldn't grip the shaft of the broom without hurting my hands. Every time I moved the bristles across the floor, the shaft pressed into the tender parts of both hands and made the unstable bone in the palm of my hand shift.
I need the living room floor clean because I have to lie on it in order to do my PT. Cordelia is supposed to sweep, but she keeps forgetting. Any time I remind her, she's in the middle of something that can't be interrupted. I've made a list of chores that I plan to give her.
Scott's work is having everyone wear disposable masks. They've also removed half of the seats in cafeteria to enforce social distancing. Employees now go in through one door and out another on the other side of the plant so that the changing shifts don't run into each other.
I've been feeling down the last couple of days. I think part of it Scott going back to work. Part of it is that Cordelia is generally terrified. She seems more worried about me than about Scott. I think it's because she's been worried about me dying for the last five years, ever since the breast cancer. I'm getting a lot of cuddling out of it, so there's that.
My best luck in terms of not wallowing is chatting with people while I'm either listening to a story or watching something. Watching Fantasia didn't work, but watching Miraculous Ladybug worked.
Making the pot pie last week made my hands hurt enough that I'm still having major trouble with them. I don't think it's a thing I can do again, not that way at any rate, which is a pity because Cordelia has specifically asked for a repeat.
Yesterday, I swept part of the living room and part of the kitchen. I thought it would be easy, but it turned out not to be. I couldn't grip the shaft of the broom without hurting my hands. Every time I moved the bristles across the floor, the shaft pressed into the tender parts of both hands and made the unstable bone in the palm of my hand shift.
I need the living room floor clean because I have to lie on it in order to do my PT. Cordelia is supposed to sweep, but she keeps forgetting. Any time I remind her, she's in the middle of something that can't be interrupted. I've made a list of chores that I plan to give her.
Scott's work is having everyone wear disposable masks. They've also removed half of the seats in cafeteria to enforce social distancing. Employees now go in through one door and out another on the other side of the plant so that the changing shifts don't run into each other.
I've been feeling down the last couple of days. I think part of it Scott going back to work. Part of it is that Cordelia is generally terrified. She seems more worried about me than about Scott. I think it's because she's been worried about me dying for the last five years, ever since the breast cancer. I'm getting a lot of cuddling out of it, so there's that.
My best luck in terms of not wallowing is chatting with people while I'm either listening to a story or watching something. Watching Fantasia didn't work, but watching Miraculous Ladybug worked.
Making the pot pie last week made my hands hurt enough that I'm still having major trouble with them. I don't think it's a thing I can do again, not that way at any rate, which is a pity because Cordelia has specifically asked for a repeat.
