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Dec. 24th, 2015 02:36 pmI have a theory about the itching. I really hope I’m right because, if I am, it’s fixable. It may not be fixable in time, though. Basically, Scott bought a different laundry detergent than we normally do. He bought one with scent and dye. Normally we stick to versions that are unscented and without dye. I have no idea why he changed this time. Probably this one was extremely inexpensive. At any rate, we’ve been washing clothes with that for a couple of weeks now. I’m not wearing shirts during the day, but I have been wearing nightgowns at night and pressing damp washcloths to my breast for 20-60 minutes at a time three times a day. My suspicion is that the healing skin on my breast is more sensitive to the extra crap in the detergent than the rest of my skin is. So, normally, this change wouldn’t really matter. It’s just bad timing. (Which is good because Scott bought a huge container of the scented stuff. It’s supposed to be good for 170 loads of laundry.)
Right now, I’ve got all of my nightgowns and all of the washcloths in the wash with unscented, dye free detergent. I’m wearing a shirt (the cleaning lady is here for the next two hours. I may end up shutting myself in the bedroom so that I can take the shirt off) that I haven’t worn recently enough for it to have been washed in the scented detergent. I’m hoping that this helps. My fear is that it won’t help soon enough to make tomorrow bearable.
Still, it would be spectacular if this proved to be a solution. I’m hoping so very hard that it is. Right now, I’m trying to convince myself that the shirt I’m wearing itches less than the other things I’ve worn recently. I don’t know that it’s true, but I want it to be.
And it would be nice if this was the solution because the radiation oncology people have apparently decided that they’re not going to call me back. I’m kind of peeved about that since this is a genuine issue.
I ended up sending Scott and Cordelia off without me. Wearing a shirt for the two and a half hours the cleaning lady is here will be a lot more bearable than trying to do it for seven or eight hours. At least with the cleaning lady, I can get away with rubbing to ease the itch and reaching under my shirt to apply hydrocortisone or aloe.
I made porridge yesterday. Cordelia helped. She didn’t want to, but I made her, and once we got started, she was fine with it. That, unfortunately, was enough to wipe me out, so I haven’t done the other necessary cooking yet. I will do the bacon wrapped dates after our cleaning lady goes home. I was hoping to have Cordelia help, but that would have required doing them either first thing this morning or some time last night. Last night, I was fried, and this morning, Scott was using the whole table for wrapping presents.
I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get to much else until Scott and Cordelia come back. I might try filling stockings since I’m used to doing that while exhausted, but tradition says that should be done at a point when Cordelia’s in her room for the night. Negotiating that will be interesting since she’s been staying up until midnight pretty consistently this week. Scott and I are not, for some reason, interested in waiting to start wrapping presents and filling stockings until after she’s asleep. Our house is pretty tiny and only a single floor (plus a basement). Cordelia can’t get ready for bed without seeing the entire living room, kitchen, and dining room.
I promised Scott I’d search for a missing present. The gift for our local niece is nowhere to be found, and Scott can’t remember where he put it. He got very cranky about the whole thing and started digging through boxes of stuff that I could have told him were too old to contain the present and getting very cranky and me and Cordelia for the fact that we have stuff that we have left in the living room.
I’m pretty definitely cat waxing today. I’ve been going through the entire text document of people’s Yuletide requests and deleting things that are for fandoms I don’t know or can’t write. I don’t know that I will ever write anything for any of the prompts that I am keeping, but who knows? Stranger things have happened. The document is in order by participant pseudonym, and I’m almost through the M’s.
I also poked at bit at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandom_stocking, but I got overwhelmed. I saw one prompt that interested me, but the person had asked for no angst, and I don’t think I can do that right at the moment. Maybe in a couple of days. Of course, 'angst' is one of those terms that means different things to different people. My definition may not be their definition. I tend to assume that 'angst' covers just about all bad-things-happen-to-people-I-like stories, and I know that’s not universal.
Right now, I’ve got all of my nightgowns and all of the washcloths in the wash with unscented, dye free detergent. I’m wearing a shirt (the cleaning lady is here for the next two hours. I may end up shutting myself in the bedroom so that I can take the shirt off) that I haven’t worn recently enough for it to have been washed in the scented detergent. I’m hoping that this helps. My fear is that it won’t help soon enough to make tomorrow bearable.
Still, it would be spectacular if this proved to be a solution. I’m hoping so very hard that it is. Right now, I’m trying to convince myself that the shirt I’m wearing itches less than the other things I’ve worn recently. I don’t know that it’s true, but I want it to be.
And it would be nice if this was the solution because the radiation oncology people have apparently decided that they’re not going to call me back. I’m kind of peeved about that since this is a genuine issue.
I ended up sending Scott and Cordelia off without me. Wearing a shirt for the two and a half hours the cleaning lady is here will be a lot more bearable than trying to do it for seven or eight hours. At least with the cleaning lady, I can get away with rubbing to ease the itch and reaching under my shirt to apply hydrocortisone or aloe.
I made porridge yesterday. Cordelia helped. She didn’t want to, but I made her, and once we got started, she was fine with it. That, unfortunately, was enough to wipe me out, so I haven’t done the other necessary cooking yet. I will do the bacon wrapped dates after our cleaning lady goes home. I was hoping to have Cordelia help, but that would have required doing them either first thing this morning or some time last night. Last night, I was fried, and this morning, Scott was using the whole table for wrapping presents.
I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get to much else until Scott and Cordelia come back. I might try filling stockings since I’m used to doing that while exhausted, but tradition says that should be done at a point when Cordelia’s in her room for the night. Negotiating that will be interesting since she’s been staying up until midnight pretty consistently this week. Scott and I are not, for some reason, interested in waiting to start wrapping presents and filling stockings until after she’s asleep. Our house is pretty tiny and only a single floor (plus a basement). Cordelia can’t get ready for bed without seeing the entire living room, kitchen, and dining room.
I promised Scott I’d search for a missing present. The gift for our local niece is nowhere to be found, and Scott can’t remember where he put it. He got very cranky about the whole thing and started digging through boxes of stuff that I could have told him were too old to contain the present and getting very cranky and me and Cordelia for the fact that we have stuff that we have left in the living room.
I’m pretty definitely cat waxing today. I’ve been going through the entire text document of people’s Yuletide requests and deleting things that are for fandoms I don’t know or can’t write. I don’t know that I will ever write anything for any of the prompts that I am keeping, but who knows? Stranger things have happened. The document is in order by participant pseudonym, and I’m almost through the M’s.
I also poked at bit at
fandom_stocking, but I got overwhelmed. I saw one prompt that interested me, but the person had asked for no angst, and I don’t think I can do that right at the moment. Maybe in a couple of days. Of course, 'angst' is one of those terms that means different things to different people. My definition may not be their definition. I tend to assume that 'angst' covers just about all bad-things-happen-to-people-I-like stories, and I know that’s not universal.
