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Jul. 12th, 2015 10:41 amScott woke me up yesterday morning when he got in from work. I didn't think to mention that in yesterday's post. I had meant to sleep in a bit because it was my last night in my own bed for a while. The odds are never good when comes to beds away from home. Last year at UCon was the only time I can remember a bed that didn't hurt.
Unfortunately, the bed here is not an exception. I brought a pillow because, sometimes, it's better to sleep on top of a pillow, but, as it turned out, the pillow I brought was even worse than the bed. The bedroom also has a very annoying feature-- There's a skylight right over the bed. From what other folks say, there are skylights in all the bedrooms. Why would you do that? My extra pillow came in handy for putting over my head at that point.
I've been up for an hour now, and I'm still having trouble with my lower and middle back which makes moving around difficult. I will get through the week, but I won't be particularly happy about it.
Everybody else is currently trying to figure out the schedule for the week. Our oldest niece wanted to go to the John Green event on Wednesday, but we're thinking that won't happen. For one thing, she's the only one who's enthusiastic about it. For another, we suspect that getting tickets would be very, very difficult (and quite likely impossible at this point) as the venue only seats 3000.
Scott insisted on eating lunch around 11:00, yesterday, which wasn't great for me since I couldn't take my lunch meds that early. I wanted to wait on them until around 1:00 if I could, but I need to take them with food.
After lunch, Scott and Cordelia went to the library and got bubble tea. I hadn't been wanting any CDs to come in, but a big set I'd had a hold on for months came in. It's not ideal because it will be due on a Saturday and not renewable because of the waitlist. I also won't be able to start listening to it until next Saturday, and Scott will be home all that week and isn't enthusiastic about me playing music (Cordelia doesn't care because she's usually in her room).
I think we remembered to pack everything except for my missing swimsuit. I hope I don't regret that too much this week. The pool is private, so I suppose there's no reason I couldn't just go in in normal clothes, but I don't expect I will.
The house is quite large with expansive common areas. Most of the bedrooms, however, are quite small. The four girls took one of the two large rooms because it has three twin beds and a trundle bed (I definitely didn't want that room because it's the absolute furthest from any of the bathrooms). The other big room is upstairs. It's apparently very, very nice (I haven't seen it because I don't deal well with stairs right now) and has a bathroom (with shower), a sitting room, and a balcony. There are four bathrooms in the house but only two showers, and two of the bathrooms are located right next to each other and a fair distance from any of the bedrooms. Our nephew ended up sleeping on a futon in one of the common areas because he wasn't willing to share a room with his parents or with any of the rest of us.
We arrived about half an hour before anybody else did. We had to call Scott's parents to get the combination to the lock for where the key was. As soon as everybody else (except Scott's sister's husband and son who came later) arrived, we started figuring out who got which rooms and who was going to make the grocery run.
Scott ended up going with his sister and our sister-in-law. The selection apparently wasn't great. Scott couldn't find either of the safe kinds of chicken sausages and ended up with something that I really don't much like. He also, for reasons unknown to me, decided that 'almonds' meant raw almonds. If it stays cool, we might be able to roast them and so be able to eat them, but I'm not sure there's a suitable pan for that. I'm really not at all enthusiastic about raw almonds, and I thought Scott knew that. Fortunately, the grocery store is fairly nearby, so a trip over there today or tomorrow won't be a big deal.
Everything took so long that suddenly it was five minutes to 8:00, and they were saying dinner would be ready in another half an hour to forty five minutes. I had to scrounge a bit to find food right then because I couldn't wait if I wanted to go to bed at 11:00 (which is my preference). That's when I found out that the chicken sausages are terrible. I had a sausage and some broccoli that was a bit too close to raw for my taste. I also had some sugar snap peas and a mini muffin. It wasn't ideal, but it was at the right time.
Our sister-in-law wants me to find our who my sister's surgeon is and at what hospital she's planning to have her surgery. I'm torn. On the one hand, it would be nice to have my SIL's opinion on the hospital and surgeon. On the other... It's really too late to change anything. The surgery has to happen as soon as possible, and changing either surgeon or hospital would mean a delay. If either surgeon or hospital are really terrible, it might be better to change and accept a delay, but... What if they're just something my SIL knows nothing about? Or if it's just that she knows of a better surgeon than the one my sister has while the one my sister has is still okay? I did email my sister to ask her if she wanted to get feedback from our SIL.
My sister emailed me, mid-afternoon, to say that our father had gotten back to her and actually said the things he should have said to begin with and that everything's okay on that front now. I don't know. I'm still fairly angry with our father over it.
Unfortunately, the bed here is not an exception. I brought a pillow because, sometimes, it's better to sleep on top of a pillow, but, as it turned out, the pillow I brought was even worse than the bed. The bedroom also has a very annoying feature-- There's a skylight right over the bed. From what other folks say, there are skylights in all the bedrooms. Why would you do that? My extra pillow came in handy for putting over my head at that point.
I've been up for an hour now, and I'm still having trouble with my lower and middle back which makes moving around difficult. I will get through the week, but I won't be particularly happy about it.
Everybody else is currently trying to figure out the schedule for the week. Our oldest niece wanted to go to the John Green event on Wednesday, but we're thinking that won't happen. For one thing, she's the only one who's enthusiastic about it. For another, we suspect that getting tickets would be very, very difficult (and quite likely impossible at this point) as the venue only seats 3000.
Scott insisted on eating lunch around 11:00, yesterday, which wasn't great for me since I couldn't take my lunch meds that early. I wanted to wait on them until around 1:00 if I could, but I need to take them with food.
After lunch, Scott and Cordelia went to the library and got bubble tea. I hadn't been wanting any CDs to come in, but a big set I'd had a hold on for months came in. It's not ideal because it will be due on a Saturday and not renewable because of the waitlist. I also won't be able to start listening to it until next Saturday, and Scott will be home all that week and isn't enthusiastic about me playing music (Cordelia doesn't care because she's usually in her room).
I think we remembered to pack everything except for my missing swimsuit. I hope I don't regret that too much this week. The pool is private, so I suppose there's no reason I couldn't just go in in normal clothes, but I don't expect I will.
The house is quite large with expansive common areas. Most of the bedrooms, however, are quite small. The four girls took one of the two large rooms because it has three twin beds and a trundle bed (I definitely didn't want that room because it's the absolute furthest from any of the bathrooms). The other big room is upstairs. It's apparently very, very nice (I haven't seen it because I don't deal well with stairs right now) and has a bathroom (with shower), a sitting room, and a balcony. There are four bathrooms in the house but only two showers, and two of the bathrooms are located right next to each other and a fair distance from any of the bedrooms. Our nephew ended up sleeping on a futon in one of the common areas because he wasn't willing to share a room with his parents or with any of the rest of us.
We arrived about half an hour before anybody else did. We had to call Scott's parents to get the combination to the lock for where the key was. As soon as everybody else (except Scott's sister's husband and son who came later) arrived, we started figuring out who got which rooms and who was going to make the grocery run.
Scott ended up going with his sister and our sister-in-law. The selection apparently wasn't great. Scott couldn't find either of the safe kinds of chicken sausages and ended up with something that I really don't much like. He also, for reasons unknown to me, decided that 'almonds' meant raw almonds. If it stays cool, we might be able to roast them and so be able to eat them, but I'm not sure there's a suitable pan for that. I'm really not at all enthusiastic about raw almonds, and I thought Scott knew that. Fortunately, the grocery store is fairly nearby, so a trip over there today or tomorrow won't be a big deal.
Everything took so long that suddenly it was five minutes to 8:00, and they were saying dinner would be ready in another half an hour to forty five minutes. I had to scrounge a bit to find food right then because I couldn't wait if I wanted to go to bed at 11:00 (which is my preference). That's when I found out that the chicken sausages are terrible. I had a sausage and some broccoli that was a bit too close to raw for my taste. I also had some sugar snap peas and a mini muffin. It wasn't ideal, but it was at the right time.
Our sister-in-law wants me to find our who my sister's surgeon is and at what hospital she's planning to have her surgery. I'm torn. On the one hand, it would be nice to have my SIL's opinion on the hospital and surgeon. On the other... It's really too late to change anything. The surgery has to happen as soon as possible, and changing either surgeon or hospital would mean a delay. If either surgeon or hospital are really terrible, it might be better to change and accept a delay, but... What if they're just something my SIL knows nothing about? Or if it's just that she knows of a better surgeon than the one my sister has while the one my sister has is still okay? I did email my sister to ask her if she wanted to get feedback from our SIL.
My sister emailed me, mid-afternoon, to say that our father had gotten back to her and actually said the things he should have said to begin with and that everything's okay on that front now. I don't know. I'm still fairly angry with our father over it.
