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Dec. 3rd, 2015 12:38 pmCordelia came home yesterday and told me that she needed to take her viola to school today because the orchestra and band are doing a dress rehearsal of their concert for an audience of fifth and sixth graders. Over the course of the evening, she started doubting that this was really what she was supposed to, and by the time she was ready to say goodby to me this morning, she was in a full fledged dither. I suspect she had been for quite a while because she was ten minutes later coming in than she usually would be. She asked me if I thought she should take her viola. Then she argued with me about it. She was worried that she’d need it if she didn’t take it but not need it if she did. The viola in its case is too big for her locker, so taking it and not needing it would mean carrying it around all day because the orchestra room where she’d normally put it would be locked. She finally concluded that there wouldn’t be any real harm in taking it and not needing it, so she took it, but she went on for several minutes about her worries.
I take this as a fairly bad sign, anxiety-wise. Hopefully, it’s not something that will happen often, but— I worry, too. Of course, the orchestra teacher could have headed it off by sending out an email reminder about the during the day concert. I think that would have helped more kids than just Cordelia. Having something written to refer to is very, very useful.
Scott’s sister has agreed to go with me to my appointment tomorrow morning. Scott’s mother couldn’t because they have a cruise that leaves Saturday morning and will spend all day Friday traveling to get to their departure point.
I’ve gotten further annoyed with the form that I had to fill out for tomorrow’s appointment. The family history section is a grid that assumes that no one has more than one sister, one brother, one maternal uncle, one maternal aunt, etc. I have two sisters. I have three maternal uncles. This form would have been much better online with the option of adding people as needed to fit the patient’s actual family configuration. There also wasn’t much (try none) room to add notes.
The school has started sending out its newsletter as links to downloads instead of as text within the email or as an attachment. I prefer text within the email. It works a lot better for people who don’t have easy access to the internet. I realize that, for something as long as the school directory, putting it in the body of an email isn’t really feasible, but I really think there ought to be an option for families to get a paper copy if, for some reason, accessing a downloaded version isn’t a good option.
Also, this links to downloads business leads to situations like today where they claim to be sending three different documents, but both the December Newsletter and the Specials December Newsletter open the same document. I’m pretty sure it’s the December Newsletter twice because it doesn’t talk at all about art, music, robotics, etc.
Our cleaning lady called yesterday and asked if she could come two hours early because she has something she has to do later in the day. I said of course because I’m not a jerk. The time she comes here is very, very flexible. She can even come if I’m not here. Her coming early did mean putting on clothes earlier than I’d planned, but it also means that she won’t have to work around three kids while she’s cleaning (just around me, and I try to stay out of her way). The cleaning lady will finish between 2:00 and 2:30. The kids will arrive about 3:10. That should give me time to do the Domeboro washcloth soak.
I managed to both shower and fill and run the dishwasher this morning. I feel very accomplished. It’s a really good sign that I can do both in a three hour period and still manage to feed myself.
I have a story going around in my head. The trouble is that it’s kind of loosely based on the book cover of a couple of fandoms I’m not in and don’t know a lot about. I think that probably means it ought properly be started as an original fic rather than me trying to wedge it in somewhere as fanfic when the backstory is sure to be different and the characterizations, at best, tweaked (and more likely severely changed). Being me, I’m likely to take the characters to their worst possible selves just because I find that interesting. I have no idea if anybody else enjoys that.
I kind of want to nap right now. I think I’m going to write the check to pay the cleaning lady, give it to her, and then go lie down. She’ll be noisy, but at least I’ll be able to drift a little.
I am taking Ativan. I started last night when I realized I was starting to freak out over the forms for tomorrow’s appointment. The stress of stuff today doesn’t help any, either, but I’d normally wait until about an hour before the concert to take one. I’ve cut back the hydrocodone a bit so that I’m hardly taking any during the day. I still have pain then, but I can bear it, and I like being able to think.
I woke this morning to discover that I was sleeping on my right side. I haven’t dared lie on either side in weeks. I think turning to the left would still wake me because of the pain, but apparently turning to the right no longer necessarily does. That’s a good thing.
I had trouble eating pretty much all day yesterday. The night time reflux had left my throat unhappy enough that I couldn't settle my stomach with ginger tea because, even when cold, it burned too much. I ended up eating a lot of bread type stuff and drinking as much water as I could tolerate.
I take this as a fairly bad sign, anxiety-wise. Hopefully, it’s not something that will happen often, but— I worry, too. Of course, the orchestra teacher could have headed it off by sending out an email reminder about the during the day concert. I think that would have helped more kids than just Cordelia. Having something written to refer to is very, very useful.
Scott’s sister has agreed to go with me to my appointment tomorrow morning. Scott’s mother couldn’t because they have a cruise that leaves Saturday morning and will spend all day Friday traveling to get to their departure point.
I’ve gotten further annoyed with the form that I had to fill out for tomorrow’s appointment. The family history section is a grid that assumes that no one has more than one sister, one brother, one maternal uncle, one maternal aunt, etc. I have two sisters. I have three maternal uncles. This form would have been much better online with the option of adding people as needed to fit the patient’s actual family configuration. There also wasn’t much (try none) room to add notes.
The school has started sending out its newsletter as links to downloads instead of as text within the email or as an attachment. I prefer text within the email. It works a lot better for people who don’t have easy access to the internet. I realize that, for something as long as the school directory, putting it in the body of an email isn’t really feasible, but I really think there ought to be an option for families to get a paper copy if, for some reason, accessing a downloaded version isn’t a good option.
Also, this links to downloads business leads to situations like today where they claim to be sending three different documents, but both the December Newsletter and the Specials December Newsletter open the same document. I’m pretty sure it’s the December Newsletter twice because it doesn’t talk at all about art, music, robotics, etc.
Our cleaning lady called yesterday and asked if she could come two hours early because she has something she has to do later in the day. I said of course because I’m not a jerk. The time she comes here is very, very flexible. She can even come if I’m not here. Her coming early did mean putting on clothes earlier than I’d planned, but it also means that she won’t have to work around three kids while she’s cleaning (just around me, and I try to stay out of her way). The cleaning lady will finish between 2:00 and 2:30. The kids will arrive about 3:10. That should give me time to do the Domeboro washcloth soak.
I managed to both shower and fill and run the dishwasher this morning. I feel very accomplished. It’s a really good sign that I can do both in a three hour period and still manage to feed myself.
I have a story going around in my head. The trouble is that it’s kind of loosely based on the book cover of a couple of fandoms I’m not in and don’t know a lot about. I think that probably means it ought properly be started as an original fic rather than me trying to wedge it in somewhere as fanfic when the backstory is sure to be different and the characterizations, at best, tweaked (and more likely severely changed). Being me, I’m likely to take the characters to their worst possible selves just because I find that interesting. I have no idea if anybody else enjoys that.
I kind of want to nap right now. I think I’m going to write the check to pay the cleaning lady, give it to her, and then go lie down. She’ll be noisy, but at least I’ll be able to drift a little.
I am taking Ativan. I started last night when I realized I was starting to freak out over the forms for tomorrow’s appointment. The stress of stuff today doesn’t help any, either, but I’d normally wait until about an hour before the concert to take one. I’ve cut back the hydrocodone a bit so that I’m hardly taking any during the day. I still have pain then, but I can bear it, and I like being able to think.
I woke this morning to discover that I was sleeping on my right side. I haven’t dared lie on either side in weeks. I think turning to the left would still wake me because of the pain, but apparently turning to the right no longer necessarily does. That’s a good thing.
I had trouble eating pretty much all day yesterday. The night time reflux had left my throat unhappy enough that I couldn't settle my stomach with ginger tea because, even when cold, it burned too much. I ended up eating a lot of bread type stuff and drinking as much water as I could tolerate.
