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Aug. 4th, 2015 03:42 pmI got up about 7:45 this morning, about fifteen minutes before my alarm would have gone off. Generally, if I wake up within half an hour of when my alarm will go off, I just get up because I know that I'm not going to manage to sleep any more and because, sometimes, the extra time can be nice.
My mother sent me an email (she gets up around 5 a.m. most mornings because she's simply unable to sleep any later no matter how hard she tries. Her father was like that, too) to say that she's in Michigan now and that they're thinking of bringing their visitors over this way on Thursday to go to the Hands On Museum. She invited Cordelia to join them and suggested we all have dinner together later. Cordelia hasn't given me an answer as to whether or not she wants to go. Scott's of the opinion that we should make her go. She hasn't seen those grandparents in two or three years and likely won't again until next summer, and she's been complaining of being bored.
My doctor's appointment this morning went well. We're scaling back the Wellbutrin. Once we see how that goes, we'll talk more about other meds. She wants to try an SSRI. I'm reluctant because my experience with them has all been bad. Admittedly, there are some I never tried, but I remember that the last one I tried made my then primary care doctor declare that, in her opinion, I should avoid all SSRIs forever. I just don't remember which medication that was.
I did think I remembered seeing something about vitamin D supplements maybe not mixing well with SSRIs (I was looking up vitamin D for other reasons), but when I did a little digging, I found reputable sources saying that it wouldn't happen and sources that I wouldn't believe if they said the sky was blue saying that it might, maybe, be possible. So that's one worry gone.
I did some link finding yesterday, not nearly enough given that I haven't had time for any yet today. I'm unlikely to finish before Thursday this week given that there will be zero time tomorrow for it. I'm just finding it hard to care much.
I got a little frustrated with the book I took with me to my appointment this morning. I expected it to be biting essays, but it's all very dreary. I agree with everything said, and it's stuff people need to know about, but it oscillates between deathly dull and horribly depressing. I read it anyway because it was what I had and because I had a lot of time spent waiting. I wish I'd brought the brick of a history book in spite of it making my shoulders hurt. That, at least, was interesting.
Scott's on his way home. Once he gets here, we'll go and vote in the Democratic primary. It's a big deal in local politics because most Democrats run unopposed for local office in the fall election. That means there are a lot of folks running as Democrats in various primaries who have very Republican agendas. One of the big local issues is whether or not to sell the lot next to the downtown library to people who say they want to put in a huge hotel/convention center. Right now, it's a parking lot with an underground parking structure that actually does see a fair amount of use (parking downtown is nearly impossible), but apparently some people think that's wasteful or at least not actually useful. I get the impression that there's a great deal of money involved, too.
I do kind of regret not getting lunch downtown, but I'd have had to lie to Cordelia about it or have her get really mad at me. I also kind of regret taking a cab home. I'm pretty sure walking to the bus stop and then home from the stop near our house wouldn't have messed me up any more than standing for twenty minutes, waiting for the cab did. Of course, by the time I got out of the doctor's office, I'd have had to wait (standing) for half an hour for the next bus home because I couldn't possibly have gotten to the stop in time to catch the bus that was leaving right then.
I woke Cordelia about five minutes before I called the cab to go to my appointment. She hauled herself out of bed and sat on the loveseat, looking groggy. Her shorts arrived before my cab did, and she tore into the package. She tried on one pair before I left. It fit in the waist (because elastic) but was a bit loose lower down. Which is pretty much what I expected and she wanted. She's currently wearing one of the new pairs of shorts. From what she said, she hasn't tried on the pants yet. I've got to make her do that so that I know whether or not they need to be taken up. They shouldn't since I'm only half an inch taller than she is and I can wear Blair petite length pants without hemming, but... It's a style I've never bought for myself, so anything's possible.
My mother sent me an email (she gets up around 5 a.m. most mornings because she's simply unable to sleep any later no matter how hard she tries. Her father was like that, too) to say that she's in Michigan now and that they're thinking of bringing their visitors over this way on Thursday to go to the Hands On Museum. She invited Cordelia to join them and suggested we all have dinner together later. Cordelia hasn't given me an answer as to whether or not she wants to go. Scott's of the opinion that we should make her go. She hasn't seen those grandparents in two or three years and likely won't again until next summer, and she's been complaining of being bored.
My doctor's appointment this morning went well. We're scaling back the Wellbutrin. Once we see how that goes, we'll talk more about other meds. She wants to try an SSRI. I'm reluctant because my experience with them has all been bad. Admittedly, there are some I never tried, but I remember that the last one I tried made my then primary care doctor declare that, in her opinion, I should avoid all SSRIs forever. I just don't remember which medication that was.
I did think I remembered seeing something about vitamin D supplements maybe not mixing well with SSRIs (I was looking up vitamin D for other reasons), but when I did a little digging, I found reputable sources saying that it wouldn't happen and sources that I wouldn't believe if they said the sky was blue saying that it might, maybe, be possible. So that's one worry gone.
I did some link finding yesterday, not nearly enough given that I haven't had time for any yet today. I'm unlikely to finish before Thursday this week given that there will be zero time tomorrow for it. I'm just finding it hard to care much.
I got a little frustrated with the book I took with me to my appointment this morning. I expected it to be biting essays, but it's all very dreary. I agree with everything said, and it's stuff people need to know about, but it oscillates between deathly dull and horribly depressing. I read it anyway because it was what I had and because I had a lot of time spent waiting. I wish I'd brought the brick of a history book in spite of it making my shoulders hurt. That, at least, was interesting.
Scott's on his way home. Once he gets here, we'll go and vote in the Democratic primary. It's a big deal in local politics because most Democrats run unopposed for local office in the fall election. That means there are a lot of folks running as Democrats in various primaries who have very Republican agendas. One of the big local issues is whether or not to sell the lot next to the downtown library to people who say they want to put in a huge hotel/convention center. Right now, it's a parking lot with an underground parking structure that actually does see a fair amount of use (parking downtown is nearly impossible), but apparently some people think that's wasteful or at least not actually useful. I get the impression that there's a great deal of money involved, too.
I do kind of regret not getting lunch downtown, but I'd have had to lie to Cordelia about it or have her get really mad at me. I also kind of regret taking a cab home. I'm pretty sure walking to the bus stop and then home from the stop near our house wouldn't have messed me up any more than standing for twenty minutes, waiting for the cab did. Of course, by the time I got out of the doctor's office, I'd have had to wait (standing) for half an hour for the next bus home because I couldn't possibly have gotten to the stop in time to catch the bus that was leaving right then.
I woke Cordelia about five minutes before I called the cab to go to my appointment. She hauled herself out of bed and sat on the loveseat, looking groggy. Her shorts arrived before my cab did, and she tore into the package. She tried on one pair before I left. It fit in the waist (because elastic) but was a bit loose lower down. Which is pretty much what I expected and she wanted. She's currently wearing one of the new pairs of shorts. From what she said, she hasn't tried on the pants yet. I've got to make her do that so that I know whether or not they need to be taken up. They shouldn't since I'm only half an inch taller than she is and I can wear Blair petite length pants without hemming, but... It's a style I've never bought for myself, so anything's possible.
