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Apr. 14th, 2016 07:38 amI spent about a couple of hours yesterday trying to make sense of the various flyers we picked up at the high school open house at the library. There were several things that I picked up without being quite sure what they were, and those, for the most part, aren’t things we’ll want to pursue. I think the options are Huron, Skyline, and Community. Pioneer didn’t really seem interested in making people want to go there. The only handout they had was just bigger than postcard sized and put a lot of emphasis on sports and music and theater and the number of National Merit Scholars they produced last year.
Community’s not a good fit for Cordelia’s friend’s interests, and the odds of both of them getting in through the lottery aren’t good. I see no reason not to apply, though. Saying no is always an option.
I ended up napping yesterday morning from about 10:30 until a little after 1:00. I was surprised. I knew I was tired, but I thought an hour was likely to do me.
Cordelia’s friend’s younger brother is doing cross country now which means that he needs to stay after school on Wednesdays and Fridays. Cordelia’s friend comes home with Cordelia, and then, at 4, the two girls go back to the school to get the boy. I think the main reason for them to do that is that his mother doesn’t want him crossing the street in front of the school on his own. By 4, it’s starting to get a bit busy. He’s nine or ten, so he’d probably be fine, but… not my kid.
A couple of friends came over in the evening. Our intention was to play a game of some sort, but we sat and talked for so long that we only got about two turns into the game we started before we had to pack things up so that Cordelia could go to bed. We were playing Forbidden Island which is cooperative but which gives me some trouble because of my fear of water. I mean, I know that there’s no real water involved. I just suspect I’d be more comfortable with Forbidden Desert instead. That just wasn’t an option when Scott bought the game, though, because it hadn’t come out yet.
Cordelia’s lunch for today is cucumber slices, almonds, a couple of gluten free cookies, and a corn tortilla with a couple of slices of cheese. She’s not entirely pleased with the corn tortilla. We only bought them because she said she’d eat them, but she was very unhappy with the one she had Tuesday evening, so I don’t know.
I have my first PT appointment in weeks this afternoon. I’m concerned because things have started hurting more during the last week or two and because I seem to be getting lymphedema up in my armpit which is something new for me. I really don’t want to have to start going back every week again, not with Cordelia’s PT to manage, but I’m not sure what to do.
I emailed my psychiatrist to ask about more Ativan yesterday. I have three and a half tablets left. I took one today, and one next week when Scott has his colonoscopy, I’ll take another. It might be weeks before I need the third, but it also might not. I thought I should talk to my doctor before I run out. I don’t think she’ll be concerned. Thirty pills lasted me from November to now, and I think that’s pretty good given how much I’ve needed to leave the house.
I woke this morning with a headache. I’m pretty sure it’s purely stress/anxiety just because that would make a lot of sense. I’ve taken Ativan and Amerge and am waiting to see if they kill it. I knew I needed to take something an hour before I got up, but I didn’t see how I could without waking Cordelia up. Turning on the light to find medications would shine light directly on her face.
Community’s not a good fit for Cordelia’s friend’s interests, and the odds of both of them getting in through the lottery aren’t good. I see no reason not to apply, though. Saying no is always an option.
I ended up napping yesterday morning from about 10:30 until a little after 1:00. I was surprised. I knew I was tired, but I thought an hour was likely to do me.
Cordelia’s friend’s younger brother is doing cross country now which means that he needs to stay after school on Wednesdays and Fridays. Cordelia’s friend comes home with Cordelia, and then, at 4, the two girls go back to the school to get the boy. I think the main reason for them to do that is that his mother doesn’t want him crossing the street in front of the school on his own. By 4, it’s starting to get a bit busy. He’s nine or ten, so he’d probably be fine, but… not my kid.
A couple of friends came over in the evening. Our intention was to play a game of some sort, but we sat and talked for so long that we only got about two turns into the game we started before we had to pack things up so that Cordelia could go to bed. We were playing Forbidden Island which is cooperative but which gives me some trouble because of my fear of water. I mean, I know that there’s no real water involved. I just suspect I’d be more comfortable with Forbidden Desert instead. That just wasn’t an option when Scott bought the game, though, because it hadn’t come out yet.
Cordelia’s lunch for today is cucumber slices, almonds, a couple of gluten free cookies, and a corn tortilla with a couple of slices of cheese. She’s not entirely pleased with the corn tortilla. We only bought them because she said she’d eat them, but she was very unhappy with the one she had Tuesday evening, so I don’t know.
I have my first PT appointment in weeks this afternoon. I’m concerned because things have started hurting more during the last week or two and because I seem to be getting lymphedema up in my armpit which is something new for me. I really don’t want to have to start going back every week again, not with Cordelia’s PT to manage, but I’m not sure what to do.
I emailed my psychiatrist to ask about more Ativan yesterday. I have three and a half tablets left. I took one today, and one next week when Scott has his colonoscopy, I’ll take another. It might be weeks before I need the third, but it also might not. I thought I should talk to my doctor before I run out. I don’t think she’ll be concerned. Thirty pills lasted me from November to now, and I think that’s pretty good given how much I’ve needed to leave the house.
I woke this morning with a headache. I’m pretty sure it’s purely stress/anxiety just because that would make a lot of sense. I’ve taken Ativan and Amerge and am waiting to see if they kill it. I knew I needed to take something an hour before I got up, but I didn’t see how I could without waking Cordelia up. Turning on the light to find medications would shine light directly on her face.
