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Apr. 9th, 2015 09:58 amI won't be able to help with the Disabilities Awareness Workshop at Cordelia's school this year. I have a doctor's appointment that morning (that's already been rescheduled two or three times) and really must go to that. I regret that as I've helped with the workshop every year since the school started doing it. I don't know how much the workshop actually helps able bodied, neurotypical kids to understand even a glimmer of what living with a disability is like. They do the workshop for fourth graders, so the kids are about nine years old. That may well be too young for that sort of empathy.
I think I'm starting to get migraines when the weather changes. We had storms all night, and I started a headache around 9:00 last night. I've still got bits of it. I took Tylenol last night but haven't taken anything so far this morning, partly because Cordelia fled as fast as she could once she handed me my coffee. I can summon her to ask her to get me more medicine (and more water. I need that too), but she's going to be so nasty about it that I really don't want to.
Scott had to go to bed early last night, so he didn't have time to help me bathe or to find me some food to keep near where I sit. I'm reliant on Cordelia for food again today. Scott's work called at 11:00 to say that he didn't have to come in early after all, so I'm going to ask him to pick up some food for me on his way home. He'll be tired, but it'll be eight hour day tired instead of twelve hour day tired.
The power cord Scott uses for his laptop in our bedroom has gone spectacularly bad and damaged his laptop. He doesn't yet know the extent of the damage. He does know that the laptop, while still able to draw on its battery, doesn't believe it has a battery at all. Also, the back lighting on his keyboard is gone. He's particularly worried because there's been some sort of glitch in his laptop that has kept it from backing up for about two weeks now. His machine can see the time capsule but, come time to back up, keeps saying it's not available. I've been backing up with no problems, so it likely isn't a problem with the time capsule. Scott's worried that he needs to replace his laptop (which we can't afford to do, really, but which we also can't afford not to do if it's really dying). He's got all of our photographs and videos on that machine, so he's really worried about not being able to back up and that his machine will die without a new one available.
The university medical system's online portal keeps reminding me about my appointment on Monday. It's done it twice so far this week. I think the constant reminders are because I haven't filled out the health questionnaire, but I don't see the point in filling the dratted thing out again when I did it only two weeks ago. Nothing's changed in that time, and the notice does say that, if I've already filled the form out for a previous appointment, I don't need to do it again.
Cordelia got me my coffee and meds with bad grace this morning. She took off before I could ask her to fill my water bottle (which is empty), and I hesitate to call her back for that just now. I will have to eventually. I just don't want to deal with her about it right now.
Tomorrow, Cordelia's friends will come again. I really hope this headache is gone by then. Their mother says she'll be sending chicken patties and lunchmeat and buns and bananas, so we should be covered in terms of lunch.
I have concluded that, for next week when Cordelia's back in school and not available to make my coffee, I'm going to ask Scott to buy some form of caffeinated soda. I can put a bottle or can of that into the bag on my walker without too much trouble. It would be a lot better in terms of staying off my foot than making and carrying coffee.
Scott has arranged to get Monday off so that he can take me to my doctor's appointment. He was hoping he could get away with just half a day, but my appointment's at 10:00, and his day runs 6:45-3:00. Having him with me will make it feasible, if they still want me off of my bad foot, to take them up on their offer to prescribe a knee scooter. I really couldn't do that last time because of the logistics of getting to the place where I'd pick the dratted thing up.
I think I'm starting to get migraines when the weather changes. We had storms all night, and I started a headache around 9:00 last night. I've still got bits of it. I took Tylenol last night but haven't taken anything so far this morning, partly because Cordelia fled as fast as she could once she handed me my coffee. I can summon her to ask her to get me more medicine (and more water. I need that too), but she's going to be so nasty about it that I really don't want to.
Scott had to go to bed early last night, so he didn't have time to help me bathe or to find me some food to keep near where I sit. I'm reliant on Cordelia for food again today. Scott's work called at 11:00 to say that he didn't have to come in early after all, so I'm going to ask him to pick up some food for me on his way home. He'll be tired, but it'll be eight hour day tired instead of twelve hour day tired.
The power cord Scott uses for his laptop in our bedroom has gone spectacularly bad and damaged his laptop. He doesn't yet know the extent of the damage. He does know that the laptop, while still able to draw on its battery, doesn't believe it has a battery at all. Also, the back lighting on his keyboard is gone. He's particularly worried because there's been some sort of glitch in his laptop that has kept it from backing up for about two weeks now. His machine can see the time capsule but, come time to back up, keeps saying it's not available. I've been backing up with no problems, so it likely isn't a problem with the time capsule. Scott's worried that he needs to replace his laptop (which we can't afford to do, really, but which we also can't afford not to do if it's really dying). He's got all of our photographs and videos on that machine, so he's really worried about not being able to back up and that his machine will die without a new one available.
The university medical system's online portal keeps reminding me about my appointment on Monday. It's done it twice so far this week. I think the constant reminders are because I haven't filled out the health questionnaire, but I don't see the point in filling the dratted thing out again when I did it only two weeks ago. Nothing's changed in that time, and the notice does say that, if I've already filled the form out for a previous appointment, I don't need to do it again.
Cordelia got me my coffee and meds with bad grace this morning. She took off before I could ask her to fill my water bottle (which is empty), and I hesitate to call her back for that just now. I will have to eventually. I just don't want to deal with her about it right now.
Tomorrow, Cordelia's friends will come again. I really hope this headache is gone by then. Their mother says she'll be sending chicken patties and lunchmeat and buns and bananas, so we should be covered in terms of lunch.
I have concluded that, for next week when Cordelia's back in school and not available to make my coffee, I'm going to ask Scott to buy some form of caffeinated soda. I can put a bottle or can of that into the bag on my walker without too much trouble. It would be a lot better in terms of staying off my foot than making and carrying coffee.
Scott has arranged to get Monday off so that he can take me to my doctor's appointment. He was hoping he could get away with just half a day, but my appointment's at 10:00, and his day runs 6:45-3:00. Having him with me will make it feasible, if they still want me off of my bad foot, to take them up on their offer to prescribe a knee scooter. I really couldn't do that last time because of the logistics of getting to the place where I'd pick the dratted thing up.
