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Feb. 9th, 2016 09:06 amI had more reflux trouble last night, but I realized this morning that the problem was not what I ate but rather the fact that I completely forgot my bedtime medications. My body is used to ranitidine at bedtime, and not taking it has predictable consequences. (I also missed my Tamoxifen and Singulair. I think it’s reasonable to take those now given that it’s about fifteen hours to when I’ll take them next.)
Unfortunately, this means two nights in a row of less sleep than I would normally get, so I’m kind of dragging at the moment. I’ve got an hour before I need to call the cab to get to PT, and I’m seriously considering more coffee. I got four or five hours of sleep Sunday into Monday (depending on how one counts the hour while Cordelia was getting ready for school when I tend to be half to three quarters awake but still in bed) and five or six hours of sleep last night.
Scott had an awful day at work yesterday. He came home, sat down, and fell asleep. If I hadn’t prepared dinner, there wouldn’t have been food until after the point when I could safely eat. I browned some ground turkey and added Alfredo sauce. We used that to make sloppy Joes, and I found a package of sugar snap peas that we could eat without cooking.
I actually have no idea what I did with my day yesterday. Time passed somehow, a lot faster than I expected it to, and I have no idea where it went. I’m sure I did something with it, but… Well.
I’m trying to decide what to do about clothes for PT. I’ve been wearing thin nightgowns under the compression pad and bra, and the shortest nightgown I’ve got comes down to mid-thigh, so it’s quite visible that I’m wearing something of the sort, even when I have a shirt on over everything. So I’m weighing the moderate increase in comfort versus the definite odd appearance in terms of how I’d be dressed. I’m not sure how much I care that people in the PT waiting room will see me dressed strangely. Going through the hospital on the way to and from my appointment, I’ll have a coat on that comes down nearly to my ankles, so what I’m wearing will be less obvious.
Unfortunately, this means two nights in a row of less sleep than I would normally get, so I’m kind of dragging at the moment. I’ve got an hour before I need to call the cab to get to PT, and I’m seriously considering more coffee. I got four or five hours of sleep Sunday into Monday (depending on how one counts the hour while Cordelia was getting ready for school when I tend to be half to three quarters awake but still in bed) and five or six hours of sleep last night.
Scott had an awful day at work yesterday. He came home, sat down, and fell asleep. If I hadn’t prepared dinner, there wouldn’t have been food until after the point when I could safely eat. I browned some ground turkey and added Alfredo sauce. We used that to make sloppy Joes, and I found a package of sugar snap peas that we could eat without cooking.
I actually have no idea what I did with my day yesterday. Time passed somehow, a lot faster than I expected it to, and I have no idea where it went. I’m sure I did something with it, but… Well.
I’m trying to decide what to do about clothes for PT. I’ve been wearing thin nightgowns under the compression pad and bra, and the shortest nightgown I’ve got comes down to mid-thigh, so it’s quite visible that I’m wearing something of the sort, even when I have a shirt on over everything. So I’m weighing the moderate increase in comfort versus the definite odd appearance in terms of how I’d be dressed. I’m not sure how much I care that people in the PT waiting room will see me dressed strangely. Going through the hospital on the way to and from my appointment, I’ll have a coat on that comes down nearly to my ankles, so what I’m wearing will be less obvious.
