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Two people on third shift where Scott works have quit. This means more go in early twelve hour days for everybody on first shift. Scott also doesn't know yet what this weekend will look like. If there's work (and there almost certainly will be), he's pretty sure to be tapped for it as a balance to his four days off last weekend, even though those were health/family related. We're really hoping he'll have Monday off in order to take Cordelia and her friend to the Saline fair during the window for reduced price rides.

After I post this, I'm going to call the Cancer Center about getting more pain killers. I don't want a lot, not like what they gave when I asked for more after my gall bladder surgery (I still have about fifty tablets from that, and I can't get rid of them legally because the only thing to do with them is to turn them in a police sponsored take back and I can never get to those). I still have seven pills, which would get me through today and tomorrow, but I don't want to call during the long weekend. There will be someone on call all through that time, but I'm not sure when our pharmacy will be open. It's not much good to have a prescription if I can't fill it.

One of Cordelia's good friends who started at her school last year was in danger of not being able to come back because of transportation issues. Her mother is starting a new job and won't be able to pick up her and her brother (who's going into 5th grade) after school. The original plan was for them to take the city bus home, but the district changed the time that school ends, so they'd have to wait about half an hour for the next bus, and their mother doesn't consider that acceptable (and, really, it wouldn't be when it gets really, really cold). The next idea was to have a cab pick them up every day, but the school won't allow a cab to pick them up actually at the school. They'd have to walk somewhere else to meet it. Not too surprisingly, the other mother is not thrilled about having her kids walk to a church parking lot or street corner and stand there, waiting for a cab.

I didn't know exactly what the problem was because I was getting my information from Cordelia. I just knew that there were logistical difficulties that might keep her friend from coming back, so I emailed the other mother and said that we're available as a drop off point well before school starts and wouldn't mind extra kids after school most days (Cordelia and I have some medical appointments that might be a problem). She emailed back to ask if her kids can catch a cab from our house. I have no problem at all with that, so the other two kids are probably going to walk home with Cordelia every day and then wait here for a cab. For the days when Cordelia and I (or just I) won't be here, I don't mind giving Cordelia's friend a key so that they can wait for the cab inside, assuming that's what their mother would like to do those days. I did explain that, right now, my schedule is kind of up in the air due to not having the pathology report yet, but I think we can make this work.

The public library has found five of the seven books we returned last weekend that never got checked in. I'm hopeful that they'll find the other two soon. One of the remaining books, one of Cordelia's, is due this weekend and can't be renewed, so finding it quickly would be a good thing from our point of view.

This month, I think Scott and I will actually use up all of our minutes on our cell phone plan. We got a notice last weekend that we'd used up half of them already, and we're likely to spend a lot of time talking to people in the next couple of weeks. I have no idea how expensive an overage would be, and I'm hoping not to find out, but people do keep calling and talking forever.

I want to do something to Cordelia's cell phone so that it stops buzzing every time someone makes a post to her Google hangouts. That tends to start very early in the morning and continue until fairly late, and it wakes me up. This morning, the dratted thing buzzed about every thirty seconds for fifteen minutes before I gave up and got up. Cordelia has commented that some people will post the same thing over and over again until someone else finally responds to them. That sounds pretty rude to me, but what do I know about adolescents and their social interactions?

Scott's sister is planning to come down today, and we'll go to lunch together, probably at Panera. She said she'd try to talk her daughter into coming because she thinks Cordelia is more likely to enjoy lunch if her cousin is there. That's not actually true. The two girls have very little in common these days. They don't dislike each other or anything like that; they just kind of fail to connect. Cordelia sort of likes the idea of going out for lunch because it's something different, but she also doesn't like it because none of her friends will be there and because she won't be able to read while she eats.

I asked Scott last night if we had enough leftovers to feed us dinner tonight. He didn't say yes or no. He just said, "We'll be fine." I pressed him a little, and he got cranky. I pointed out that I will have the option of going to the grocery store while his sister is here. I'm hoping that "We'll be fine" means "yes, we have leftovers," but I really don't know.

I finally killed yesterday's headache with Amerge. I woke up with a headache again today, and once again, Amerge helped. I really hope I don't wake up that way tomorrow because I'm out of Amerge. I called in a refill, but I may not get that until fairly late tomorrow.

I had Scott take a look at all of my incisions last night. Everything apparently looks fine, and I'm pleased by that. I'm looking forward to showering tomorrow because I'll be able to at least let water run on my incisions. I need to check to see when soap is allowed. It might be at one week, or I might have to wait longer. The booklet of instructions I've got is long, and I end up searching for a while to find whatever small bit of information I need. Scott has an app on his iPhone that gives all of that information, but that's with Scott at work. The Cancer Center has apparently not bothered yet to get an app made for any other kind of smart phone.

I have successfully gotten socks on for the first time since the surgery. I think I'm still going to need help with shoes though as bending to tie those will press things together that I really don't want to put pressure on. I have no idea if Cordelia will be willing to do that. I don't see why she wouldn't be, but who knows? I expect Scott's sister will help if it comes to that.

Yesterday, I pulled all of the dirty towels out of the bathroom and put them in a basket near the door. My intention was to have Cordelia or the cleaning lady take them downstairs and wash them, but I forgot. The cleaning lady very carefully removed all of the towels from the basket, folded them, and put them away in the cupboard where we keep clean towels. That cupboard had been empty, so everything in there afterward was dirty, but Scott didn't believe me when I asked him to wash those towels, and he tried to discern, by looking at each towel, which was clean and which dirty. When I shower, I'm supposed to use a new, clean towel every time. Not being able to trust that the towels in the cupboard are clean will be a real difficulty, so I'm not sure why Scott was so unwilling to just wash all of them. It's not as if that would mean more than one load of laundry.