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Aug. 7th, 2015 07:20 amI'm up very early because I couldn't get back to sleep after Scott left. I'm pretty sure that it's because, when I went to take my thyroid medicine at 5:00, I couldn't find the pill bottle. I had to turn on the light in the bathroom and search for it. It turned out to have fallen into the bucket with the plunger. Now I'm trying to figure out how to disinfect it.
In a way, it's surprising that more stuff doesn't fall down there. We have a very small bathroom with little counter space, just a small shelf directly over the sink and the top of the toilet tank (which is bigger than the shelf over the sink).
At any rate, by the time Scott left at 6:15, I still hadn't gotten back to sleep and didn't feel like I was going to, so I got up. I'm not entirely happy about it. I'm tired, and my knees ache which is generally a sign that I haven't been sleeping well recently. Maybe in an hour or three, I'll be able to sleep again.
Yesterday, my parents brought Cordelia back around 5:30 and then headed back to Lawton instead of going to dinner with us the way we had planned. They had belatedly realized that maybe leaving their aging dogs alone in the house for twelve hours wasn't a good idea. Leaving at 5:30, cut about three hours off of that time, so it was probably a good idea. I just regret it because I would really have liked to spend more time with them. I probably won't see them again until next summer. They said something about coming to Michigan around Christmas, but I'll believe that when I see it. My step-father hates Christmas so passionately that they have never once given Cordelia a Christmas present (they've also never given her a birthday present. I have no explanation for that except that that's what they're like). They absolutely don't want to deal with Scott's family celebrations, and I think they know that Scott's family will not understand at all why they wouldn't. Also-- They haven't dealt with a Michigan winter in nearly twenty years. I'm not sure they'll be able to bring themselves to face the cold when they could stay in Louisiana and be warm.
Cordelia complained last night that she gets frustrated with grandparents because they always want her to say what she wants to do. Apparently, she never has any ideas or anything that she's actually interested in doing, so she feels unfairly put on the spot and would prefer that her grandparents come up with ideas of their own. Of course, since she's twelve, I suspect that pretty much anything her grandparents come up with will be met with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
Scott and I wanted to go out for dinner even without my parents. Cordelia was against it, to the point of saying that she'd happily eat chicken if Scott grilled some. She said that she was tired of being out of the house and just wanted to sit at home. We overruled her and took her to a nearby Japanese restaurant. She didn't end up much liking what she ordered (tempura with udon soup. I think it was partly frustration with trying to deal with the udon with chopsticks and a spoon), but she did like a good bit of what I got. I got a bento with salmon and a bunch of things that I'm not sure what they were. They were mostly tasty, though.
A California roll came with my bento, and Cordelia tried it and absolutely loved it (I had suggested one to her when she was deciding what to order, but she thought it sounded disgusting), all but the roe. She wouldn't touch any of the pieces with roe on them. I think that's the only reason I got any. I need to do a little research into what various types of sushi are-- The menu names them but doesn't describe them or list ingredients (and that seems to be how every Japanese restaurant I've visited works), and that matters a great deal. Something listed as 'vegetable roll' could contain just about any type of vegetation. Of course, some places have house specialties with very pretty and very unique names. I don't think Google would help me with those at all.
I will probably eat Cordelia's udon soup for lunch today. We abandoned her tempura, partly because that doesn't reheat very well and partly because she'd taken bites out of most everything before deciding that she didn't like that kind of tempura either.
Scott's almost certainly working twelve hours today. If he doesn't it will be because they want him to come in early tomorrow and stay twelve hours, so we're rather hoping for him working late tonight with only eight hours tomorrow. I'm just glad that they can't demand that he do both.
My psychiatrist called in an Ativan prescription for me. We won't be able to pick it up until Sunday, but I don't really expect to use any in between now and then, and I have four pills left from the old prescription. Even if I do use some, I would only use one a day, so four would more than get me there.
Once it gets a little later here, I should call the clinic where I'll be having the biopsy to find out what medications I can and can't take in the days leading up to the procedure. I know I can't take any type of NSAI for at least five days in advance, but I want to check to be sure that my normal, daily medications are all right and that Ativan will be acceptable. I have to do it by phone because the turn around on an online query is too long. I wouldn't hear back until, probably, Tuesday, and that's too close to the appointment.
I don't expect that any of my normal meds will be a problem-- The only thing I'm currently taking that they had me stop before my gall bladder surgery was the athlete's foot medication, and I already asked about that. It's okay. I wasn't taking vitamin D, levothyroxine or omeprozale at the time of that surgery, but I can't imagine they'd be problems. I'm fairly sure that the Ativan will be okay, too. I don't think it has a blood thinning effect, and that seems to be the primary worry. The doctor who did the ultrasound said that they'd give me a handout when I made my appointment that would tell me what I could and couldn't take, but I never saw any trace of such a thing. I suspect that it's because I made the appointment while I was in a completely different clinic.
In a way, it's surprising that more stuff doesn't fall down there. We have a very small bathroom with little counter space, just a small shelf directly over the sink and the top of the toilet tank (which is bigger than the shelf over the sink).
At any rate, by the time Scott left at 6:15, I still hadn't gotten back to sleep and didn't feel like I was going to, so I got up. I'm not entirely happy about it. I'm tired, and my knees ache which is generally a sign that I haven't been sleeping well recently. Maybe in an hour or three, I'll be able to sleep again.
Yesterday, my parents brought Cordelia back around 5:30 and then headed back to Lawton instead of going to dinner with us the way we had planned. They had belatedly realized that maybe leaving their aging dogs alone in the house for twelve hours wasn't a good idea. Leaving at 5:30, cut about three hours off of that time, so it was probably a good idea. I just regret it because I would really have liked to spend more time with them. I probably won't see them again until next summer. They said something about coming to Michigan around Christmas, but I'll believe that when I see it. My step-father hates Christmas so passionately that they have never once given Cordelia a Christmas present (they've also never given her a birthday present. I have no explanation for that except that that's what they're like). They absolutely don't want to deal with Scott's family celebrations, and I think they know that Scott's family will not understand at all why they wouldn't. Also-- They haven't dealt with a Michigan winter in nearly twenty years. I'm not sure they'll be able to bring themselves to face the cold when they could stay in Louisiana and be warm.
Cordelia complained last night that she gets frustrated with grandparents because they always want her to say what she wants to do. Apparently, she never has any ideas or anything that she's actually interested in doing, so she feels unfairly put on the spot and would prefer that her grandparents come up with ideas of their own. Of course, since she's twelve, I suspect that pretty much anything her grandparents come up with will be met with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.
Scott and I wanted to go out for dinner even without my parents. Cordelia was against it, to the point of saying that she'd happily eat chicken if Scott grilled some. She said that she was tired of being out of the house and just wanted to sit at home. We overruled her and took her to a nearby Japanese restaurant. She didn't end up much liking what she ordered (tempura with udon soup. I think it was partly frustration with trying to deal with the udon with chopsticks and a spoon), but she did like a good bit of what I got. I got a bento with salmon and a bunch of things that I'm not sure what they were. They were mostly tasty, though.
A California roll came with my bento, and Cordelia tried it and absolutely loved it (I had suggested one to her when she was deciding what to order, but she thought it sounded disgusting), all but the roe. She wouldn't touch any of the pieces with roe on them. I think that's the only reason I got any. I need to do a little research into what various types of sushi are-- The menu names them but doesn't describe them or list ingredients (and that seems to be how every Japanese restaurant I've visited works), and that matters a great deal. Something listed as 'vegetable roll' could contain just about any type of vegetation. Of course, some places have house specialties with very pretty and very unique names. I don't think Google would help me with those at all.
I will probably eat Cordelia's udon soup for lunch today. We abandoned her tempura, partly because that doesn't reheat very well and partly because she'd taken bites out of most everything before deciding that she didn't like that kind of tempura either.
Scott's almost certainly working twelve hours today. If he doesn't it will be because they want him to come in early tomorrow and stay twelve hours, so we're rather hoping for him working late tonight with only eight hours tomorrow. I'm just glad that they can't demand that he do both.
My psychiatrist called in an Ativan prescription for me. We won't be able to pick it up until Sunday, but I don't really expect to use any in between now and then, and I have four pills left from the old prescription. Even if I do use some, I would only use one a day, so four would more than get me there.
Once it gets a little later here, I should call the clinic where I'll be having the biopsy to find out what medications I can and can't take in the days leading up to the procedure. I know I can't take any type of NSAI for at least five days in advance, but I want to check to be sure that my normal, daily medications are all right and that Ativan will be acceptable. I have to do it by phone because the turn around on an online query is too long. I wouldn't hear back until, probably, Tuesday, and that's too close to the appointment.
I don't expect that any of my normal meds will be a problem-- The only thing I'm currently taking that they had me stop before my gall bladder surgery was the athlete's foot medication, and I already asked about that. It's okay. I wasn't taking vitamin D, levothyroxine or omeprozale at the time of that surgery, but I can't imagine they'd be problems. I'm fairly sure that the Ativan will be okay, too. I don't think it has a blood thinning effect, and that seems to be the primary worry. The doctor who did the ultrasound said that they'd give me a handout when I made my appointment that would tell me what I could and couldn't take, but I never saw any trace of such a thing. I suspect that it's because I made the appointment while I was in a completely different clinic.
