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Nov. 7th, 2015 11:28 amI called in a prescription refill yesterday and asked that it be ready that day. The pharmacy hasn’t gotten back to me to say that it’s filled or that they can’t fill it. I’m debating calling again to see what’s going on, but phone calls that involve talking to actual people are hard. I was thinking that I wouldn’t be likely to need this medication for a while because I usually take it only a couple of times a month (it’s a migraine med; I get menstrual migraines), but I woke up with a migraine again today and took my last pill. I really don’t want to get a migraine and not have naratriptan on hand.
Scott’s work called about 10:30 to say that they didn’t need him to come in after all. That was a relief, especially since Scott hadn’t been able to fall asleep by then. He says he was too wired by all of the running around he had to do earlier.
Cordelia’s unhappy. The seventh graders get one true elective this year, and the option she and her friends chose for the upcoming quarter, Plays and Playwrights, has been cancelled. She wouldn’t mind so much, but the kids in band had Plays and Playwrights as an option last quarter, and she feels like they’ve been favored over the orchestra kids. There are still two elective options— Disease Ecology and An Introduction to Literacy (I’m wondering if she’s got the name wrong on that last one. An Introduction to Literature would make a lot more sense). Cordelia and her friends weren’t given an option as to which one they ended up in; they’ve all been put in Disease Ecology. Cordelia knows nothing at all about An Introduction to Literacy, but she wants to take it. I can’t tell how much of that is genuine disinterest in the other course (and the other teacher) and how much is her being upset at not being given a choice.
I had lunch with Scott’s sister and one of her friends yesterday. We were going to go to a burger place, but that place wasn’t opening until late, just for the day, so we ended up crossing the street and going to Cardamom, an Indian restaurant. We got three dishes to share. One of them, the coconut shrimp, turned out to be something I couldn’t have (peppers and tomatoes that weren’t listed on the menu), but I was fine with a dish that combined cheese with greens and the lamb korma. The lamb korma is what I had when Scott and I went there a couple of weeks ago, but this time it wasn’t spicy at all. Our waiter never asked what level of spice we wanted, and neither of the two dishes I sampled was spicy in the least.
I have a short weekend this week. They want everyone in for treatment tomorrow through Thursday so that they can service the machines on Friday. Scott thinks we’ll do the treatment and then go to the library and for bubble tea. I’m not sure that I’ll even want to get out of the car at either place. The real tiredness usually starts right after treatment. I’m not so tired in the mornings most of the time.
I really, really want to put something cold on my breast. Unfortunately, the best I can do is patting with a cool, damp washcloth. Anything colder is forbidden because it might further the damage to my skin. I just tell myself that I only have eleven more treatment sessions, just until the 23rd or 24th. After that, the skin will start to heal.
Scott has two episodes of Heroes Reborn that he wants to watch, so some time this weekend, I’ll need to vacate the living room for a couple of hours so he can do that. I haven’t watched even thirty seconds of the various DVDs I’ve got from the library, so I’m thinking maybe I should return them and get them again later. They can be renewed, but I’ve had some of them for weeks already. I somehow don’t think that, if I renew them, I’ll watch them next week. We also haven’t touched the DVDs of Orphan Black and Lost Girl that we have from Netflix. I’m kind of thinking we should send those back and try to get something lighter that I can actually watch. I think we got those two DVDs before my surgery— We’ve watched one episode of Lost Girl and half an episode of Orphan Black.
I’m trying to decide whether or not to reschedule my psychiatrist appointment that’s on the 20th. That appointment is at 10:30 and will only last half an hour. I should have plenty of time to get home before the ACS volunteer comes for me at 12:30. Then again, there’s the question of energy. Can I do both appointments? I just don’t know.
My goals for the day are to whittle down my email inbox and to vote in the OTW board election. Both require thinking, though, so I don’t know how well I’ll do.
Scott’s work called about 10:30 to say that they didn’t need him to come in after all. That was a relief, especially since Scott hadn’t been able to fall asleep by then. He says he was too wired by all of the running around he had to do earlier.
Cordelia’s unhappy. The seventh graders get one true elective this year, and the option she and her friends chose for the upcoming quarter, Plays and Playwrights, has been cancelled. She wouldn’t mind so much, but the kids in band had Plays and Playwrights as an option last quarter, and she feels like they’ve been favored over the orchestra kids. There are still two elective options— Disease Ecology and An Introduction to Literacy (I’m wondering if she’s got the name wrong on that last one. An Introduction to Literature would make a lot more sense). Cordelia and her friends weren’t given an option as to which one they ended up in; they’ve all been put in Disease Ecology. Cordelia knows nothing at all about An Introduction to Literacy, but she wants to take it. I can’t tell how much of that is genuine disinterest in the other course (and the other teacher) and how much is her being upset at not being given a choice.
I had lunch with Scott’s sister and one of her friends yesterday. We were going to go to a burger place, but that place wasn’t opening until late, just for the day, so we ended up crossing the street and going to Cardamom, an Indian restaurant. We got three dishes to share. One of them, the coconut shrimp, turned out to be something I couldn’t have (peppers and tomatoes that weren’t listed on the menu), but I was fine with a dish that combined cheese with greens and the lamb korma. The lamb korma is what I had when Scott and I went there a couple of weeks ago, but this time it wasn’t spicy at all. Our waiter never asked what level of spice we wanted, and neither of the two dishes I sampled was spicy in the least.
I have a short weekend this week. They want everyone in for treatment tomorrow through Thursday so that they can service the machines on Friday. Scott thinks we’ll do the treatment and then go to the library and for bubble tea. I’m not sure that I’ll even want to get out of the car at either place. The real tiredness usually starts right after treatment. I’m not so tired in the mornings most of the time.
I really, really want to put something cold on my breast. Unfortunately, the best I can do is patting with a cool, damp washcloth. Anything colder is forbidden because it might further the damage to my skin. I just tell myself that I only have eleven more treatment sessions, just until the 23rd or 24th. After that, the skin will start to heal.
Scott has two episodes of Heroes Reborn that he wants to watch, so some time this weekend, I’ll need to vacate the living room for a couple of hours so he can do that. I haven’t watched even thirty seconds of the various DVDs I’ve got from the library, so I’m thinking maybe I should return them and get them again later. They can be renewed, but I’ve had some of them for weeks already. I somehow don’t think that, if I renew them, I’ll watch them next week. We also haven’t touched the DVDs of Orphan Black and Lost Girl that we have from Netflix. I’m kind of thinking we should send those back and try to get something lighter that I can actually watch. I think we got those two DVDs before my surgery— We’ve watched one episode of Lost Girl and half an episode of Orphan Black.
I’m trying to decide whether or not to reschedule my psychiatrist appointment that’s on the 20th. That appointment is at 10:30 and will only last half an hour. I should have plenty of time to get home before the ACS volunteer comes for me at 12:30. Then again, there’s the question of energy. Can I do both appointments? I just don’t know.
My goals for the day are to whittle down my email inbox and to vote in the OTW board election. Both require thinking, though, so I don’t know how well I’ll do.
