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Apr. 3rd, 2015 07:37 amNo sleeping in today or for part of next week. Cordelia's friend and her younger brother will be coming over today, Monday and possibly Friday. That means getting up at 7:00 in order to be dressed and ready when they arrive some time between 7:30 and 8:00. Cordelia thinks I could sleep in anyway, but all of my clean clothes are in the living room (I can't put them away without a lot of time on my feet, and Scott can't be bothered to do it. I'm not sure what he'll do when he suddenly needs the baskets empty on Saturday).
It will be interesting to see how the kids deal with my walker being in the living room right where they usually sit when they play with the wii. I pretty much need it within reach so that I can get up to go to the bathroom. I suppose I can let them move it and then ask them to move it back whenever I need it. Me going back and forth is going to be a bigger deal than usual, more disruptive, but I won't need to get up very often.
I wonder if I can talk the kids through making banana bread or brownies. It would be nice to have one or the other. I just don't know if I can get the kids to focus enough to do that. Brownies would be easier because they're a mix, but the bananas are right at the edge of being usable, and I'd like to use them even though I'm not enthusiastic about banana bread.
Scott's sister arrived almost exactly an hour before my appointment. She came to the back door which was inconvenient since I was in the living room at the front of the house and since there were chairs and baskets of laundry in the dining room, in between me and the back door. Scott says that his family assumes that family always comes in the back door. The front door is for formal occasions (or when there's no other readily accessible door).
We went out the front door. I thought that would be easier. I hadn't consider the width of my walker versus the width of the walkway to the driveway. The walker is a couple of inches wider than the pavement. I knew that, either way, I was going to have to deal with steps. I didn't have any trouble getting into Scott's sister's car. I'd been worried about that, both for height off the ground and for fitting the boot through the door (that's the part I had trouble with when I took the cab).
Once we arrived, people kept offering me a wheelchair. I held out for a while, but using the walker was exhausting, and my good foot was starting to cramp up. We ended up leaving the walker at the desk and taking a wheelchair. Scott's sister pushed me in it, so I was especially glad of her presence for that reason.
They saw me right on time. The technician got me sitting on a chair that she could raise up to the level of the machine. It wasn't a very impressive or safe chair. It only worked because my balance is unimpaired. The technician was fairly concerned that I'd fall off if she left me alone. After they did the first set of images, they took me back to the waiting room. Then they took me back again and did more images and then an ultrasound. From what they said (and based on seeing the radiologist's report), I don't think they found any trace of the lump my doctor and I felt. Who knows?
We got home before Cordelia did. I'd been prepared to spend considerably longer at the appointment, even warning Cordelia that I might not be home before the cleaning lady left (Cordelia would have been fine on her own for the hour between then and when Scott would get home). I think the cleaning lady was surprised to see us.
The report from the x-rays I had on my foot last week finally came through. I don't know why it took so long. I was very startled to get the email about the report being available this morning. There weren't any surprises, of course. I have a small fracture in my heel and a lot of swelling in my foot and ankle.
Dinner last night was a demonstration of the problem with me not being able to prepare food easily. It was 7:30 by the time Scott finished in the shower. Cordelia wasn't interested enough in the chicken we were going to have to be willing to do anything toward getting it on the table. I would like to find some easy to prepare dinners that she could handle, but I'm not sure what that would look like. The big frozen meals we've tried in the past tend to take at least an hour and a half in the oven which means we'd need to start them well before we know how late Scott's going to be running.
Scott got a call about 10:00, asking him to come in at 3:00 a.m. He was expecting it, so I'm not sure why he didn't go to bed before then. Well, I know part of it-- He really, really wanted to watch the episode of The Flash that we recorded on Tuesday while Cordelia was watching The Voice. I just wish he'd gotten more than four hours of sleep, especially since he expects to have to go in early tomorrow morning, too.
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metanews post yesterday, but the other link finder hadn't gotten their links in yet. Hopefully I'll be able to post today. If I can't, it may mean pushing things back and doing another post with two weeks of links. I'd really rather not do that if we can avoid it. I hope we can bring some more volunteers on board soon. We're not checking LJ, AO3 or Tumblr for meta these days. We'll take links to those places if people give them to us or if they come up on Pinboard, but we don't search it out there. I'd also like to go back to doing only half of the blog list. We follow about fifty blogs, and going through them every week takes quite a bit of time.
Because of the boot, I can't wear long pants, and I knew that I'd need something on the lower half of my body yesterday at the mammogram appointment, so I wore shorts. The shorts I've got are pedal pushers, meaning they come down to my knees. They're almost too long to wear with the boot, but it wasn't too bad. I think I looked kind of silly with pink and purple knee socks, green shorts, and a red long sleeved shirt, but I didn't want to dig for things that would match better.
Cordelia is so used to seeing me wear pants under my dresses that she's been embarrassed to see me going around with my legs bare under my dresses. She keeps telling me to put on clothes. Maybe I'll wear shorts under the dresses for a while. It's a little warmer than bare legs at least, and it is kind of chilly, not winter levels of chilly but still not warm.
I did no real writing yesterday. I edited a little, tweaking sentences here and there, but I didn't carry the chapter forward at all. Hopefully, I can manage that today. I'd really like to complete this chapter and send it off to my first reader for their opinion. I need someone else to take a look to tell me if what I've written works or not.
Cordelia made my coffee this morning. She was not at all sure she could, but I talked her through the process. She didn't fill the cup up as far as I would have. I don't know if she put the same amount of coffee powder in as I would have because I didn't watch her do it. She was in the kitchen, and I was in the living room. After she finishes her breakfast, I'll send her in to get me something to eat. This saves me a couple of trips to the kitchen without my walker, so it's a good thing.
It will be interesting to see how the kids deal with my walker being in the living room right where they usually sit when they play with the wii. I pretty much need it within reach so that I can get up to go to the bathroom. I suppose I can let them move it and then ask them to move it back whenever I need it. Me going back and forth is going to be a bigger deal than usual, more disruptive, but I won't need to get up very often.
I wonder if I can talk the kids through making banana bread or brownies. It would be nice to have one or the other. I just don't know if I can get the kids to focus enough to do that. Brownies would be easier because they're a mix, but the bananas are right at the edge of being usable, and I'd like to use them even though I'm not enthusiastic about banana bread.
Scott's sister arrived almost exactly an hour before my appointment. She came to the back door which was inconvenient since I was in the living room at the front of the house and since there were chairs and baskets of laundry in the dining room, in between me and the back door. Scott says that his family assumes that family always comes in the back door. The front door is for formal occasions (or when there's no other readily accessible door).
We went out the front door. I thought that would be easier. I hadn't consider the width of my walker versus the width of the walkway to the driveway. The walker is a couple of inches wider than the pavement. I knew that, either way, I was going to have to deal with steps. I didn't have any trouble getting into Scott's sister's car. I'd been worried about that, both for height off the ground and for fitting the boot through the door (that's the part I had trouble with when I took the cab).
Once we arrived, people kept offering me a wheelchair. I held out for a while, but using the walker was exhausting, and my good foot was starting to cramp up. We ended up leaving the walker at the desk and taking a wheelchair. Scott's sister pushed me in it, so I was especially glad of her presence for that reason.
They saw me right on time. The technician got me sitting on a chair that she could raise up to the level of the machine. It wasn't a very impressive or safe chair. It only worked because my balance is unimpaired. The technician was fairly concerned that I'd fall off if she left me alone. After they did the first set of images, they took me back to the waiting room. Then they took me back again and did more images and then an ultrasound. From what they said (and based on seeing the radiologist's report), I don't think they found any trace of the lump my doctor and I felt. Who knows?
We got home before Cordelia did. I'd been prepared to spend considerably longer at the appointment, even warning Cordelia that I might not be home before the cleaning lady left (Cordelia would have been fine on her own for the hour between then and when Scott would get home). I think the cleaning lady was surprised to see us.
The report from the x-rays I had on my foot last week finally came through. I don't know why it took so long. I was very startled to get the email about the report being available this morning. There weren't any surprises, of course. I have a small fracture in my heel and a lot of swelling in my foot and ankle.
Dinner last night was a demonstration of the problem with me not being able to prepare food easily. It was 7:30 by the time Scott finished in the shower. Cordelia wasn't interested enough in the chicken we were going to have to be willing to do anything toward getting it on the table. I would like to find some easy to prepare dinners that she could handle, but I'm not sure what that would look like. The big frozen meals we've tried in the past tend to take at least an hour and a half in the oven which means we'd need to start them well before we know how late Scott's going to be running.
Scott got a call about 10:00, asking him to come in at 3:00 a.m. He was expecting it, so I'm not sure why he didn't go to bed before then. Well, I know part of it-- He really, really wanted to watch the episode of The Flash that we recorded on Tuesday while Cordelia was watching The Voice. I just wish he'd gotten more than four hours of sleep, especially since he expects to have to go in early tomorrow morning, too.
I was expecting to do the
metanews post yesterday, but the other link finder hadn't gotten their links in yet. Hopefully I'll be able to post today. If I can't, it may mean pushing things back and doing another post with two weeks of links. I'd really rather not do that if we can avoid it. I hope we can bring some more volunteers on board soon. We're not checking LJ, AO3 or Tumblr for meta these days. We'll take links to those places if people give them to us or if they come up on Pinboard, but we don't search it out there. I'd also like to go back to doing only half of the blog list. We follow about fifty blogs, and going through them every week takes quite a bit of time.Because of the boot, I can't wear long pants, and I knew that I'd need something on the lower half of my body yesterday at the mammogram appointment, so I wore shorts. The shorts I've got are pedal pushers, meaning they come down to my knees. They're almost too long to wear with the boot, but it wasn't too bad. I think I looked kind of silly with pink and purple knee socks, green shorts, and a red long sleeved shirt, but I didn't want to dig for things that would match better.
Cordelia is so used to seeing me wear pants under my dresses that she's been embarrassed to see me going around with my legs bare under my dresses. She keeps telling me to put on clothes. Maybe I'll wear shorts under the dresses for a while. It's a little warmer than bare legs at least, and it is kind of chilly, not winter levels of chilly but still not warm.
I did no real writing yesterday. I edited a little, tweaking sentences here and there, but I didn't carry the chapter forward at all. Hopefully, I can manage that today. I'd really like to complete this chapter and send it off to my first reader for their opinion. I need someone else to take a look to tell me if what I've written works or not.
Cordelia made my coffee this morning. She was not at all sure she could, but I talked her through the process. She didn't fill the cup up as far as I would have. I don't know if she put the same amount of coffee powder in as I would have because I didn't watch her do it. She was in the kitchen, and I was in the living room. After she finishes her breakfast, I'll send her in to get me something to eat. This saves me a couple of trips to the kitchen without my walker, so it's a good thing.
