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May. 7th, 2015 11:09 amI guess we find out today whether or not I can empty the clean dishes out of the dishwasher. Scott forgot to do it last night, and it must be done by 2 p.m. when the cleaning lady comes. I know I can put the dirty dishes in; that just requires standing in one spot and going back and forth between sink and dishwasher. I don't want to leave all the dirty dishes in the sink because then the cleaning lady will wash them, and there are much better things for her to with her time, things we can't do.
I want to shower today, but I'm not sure I should. I definitely need to wash, but a bath might be the wiser course, especially given the need to deal with the dishes. I don't want to overdo again.
The breast care clinic called yesterday (naturally while I was on my cell talking to Scott). My appointment is a week from tomorrow. That means three appointments next week. I really, really have to remember to take Ativan before I go out. Otherwise, I'm not going to make it through the week.
I'm already debating canceling the dermatology appointment. The thing it's for is so very small, and I'm pretty sure it's just a tiny cyst. It's right next to my right eye, so I can't get a good look at it, however. My doctor said it was a skin tag and that it was inflamed (which isn't a surprise since that corner of my eye waters frequently and I end up wiping it dry repeatedly). There is a history of skin cancer in my family-- My father's father was always having to have things removed. But he worked out of doors for decades, before sunscreen was a thing.
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metanews is pressed for time. Their father is back in the hospital. I don't know if they're going to get their links in or if I should try to cover for them. They said they'd have the links in by now, so maybe I should just go ahead and do their stuff for this week. The family emergency also means that they haven't gotten me the email addresses for our potential volunteers. I'm more frustrated about that than about the links because the addresses should take less than five minutes. I can do everything after that.
I discovered yesterday that Scott has hung my bathrobe in a place where it's impossible for me to get it. The doorbell rang yesterday before I was dressed, and I went for my robe. It wasn't where I usually put it, on the hooks on the bedroom wall. Scott had hung it from a hook over the bedroom door that's high enough up that I can't reach to unhook it. (Scott's a full foot taller than I am, and I doubt it occurred to him that there'd be a problem.) Fortunately, the doorbell was just someone leaving a package, and they left it on the doorstep when nobody answered. Now I just have to remember to make Scott take my robe down. It completely slipped my mind while he was home yesterday.
I want to shower today, but I'm not sure I should. I definitely need to wash, but a bath might be the wiser course, especially given the need to deal with the dishes. I don't want to overdo again.
The breast care clinic called yesterday (naturally while I was on my cell talking to Scott). My appointment is a week from tomorrow. That means three appointments next week. I really, really have to remember to take Ativan before I go out. Otherwise, I'm not going to make it through the week.
I'm already debating canceling the dermatology appointment. The thing it's for is so very small, and I'm pretty sure it's just a tiny cyst. It's right next to my right eye, so I can't get a good look at it, however. My doctor said it was a skin tag and that it was inflamed (which isn't a surprise since that corner of my eye waters frequently and I end up wiping it dry repeatedly). There is a history of skin cancer in my family-- My father's father was always having to have things removed. But he worked out of doors for decades, before sunscreen was a thing.
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I discovered yesterday that Scott has hung my bathrobe in a place where it's impossible for me to get it. The doorbell rang yesterday before I was dressed, and I went for my robe. It wasn't where I usually put it, on the hooks on the bedroom wall. Scott had hung it from a hook over the bedroom door that's high enough up that I can't reach to unhook it. (Scott's a full foot taller than I am, and I doubt it occurred to him that there'd be a problem.) Fortunately, the doorbell was just someone leaving a package, and they left it on the doorstep when nobody answered. Now I just have to remember to make Scott take my robe down. It completely slipped my mind while he was home yesterday.