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Apr. 17th, 2016 12:11 pmI’m not sure when Scott got in last night except that it was after midnight. Cordelia and I had gone to bed, and Cordelia was asleep. She wasn’t at all happy, though, because there’s no way to leave a light on for someone coming in either door without light in her face. I used the dimmest light I could, and I mostly closed the bathroom door so that leaving that light on wasn’t a big deal.
Scott saw an old college friend at the Smithees, someone he hadn’t seen in more than twenty years. This guy lives in Texas. We disagree with him on pretty much everything political, but he was a friend way back when and part of the chain of friends that led to me and Scott meeting to begin with.
I’m feeling a lot better today after nine solid hours of sleep. I didn’t particularly want to get out of bed, but I think that was as much because I was comfortable as anything else.
I can tell that we’re going to have temperature wars in this household. Cordelia is freezing cold if the ceiling fan is on, and I’m sweating to death if it isn’t. The thermostat says that it’s 73F in here which is our winter target for the heat. In the summer, we run the air conditioner and aim for about 80F. That’s going to be pretty thoroughly unpleasant for me.
My physical therapist said that I should keep wearing the compression pad until my stress levels go down. She thinks that trying to stop using it will work better if I’m sleeping enough and all of that. So, some time in late May or early June, I will start taking the pad off for a hour or three at a time.
My psychiatrist called in an new Ativan prescription. Scott picked that up yesterday.
My mother is supposed to arrive in Michigan some time today. She’s driving up with large items for their house in Lawton, things that won’t fit when they drive up this summer with the dogs. We’re hoping to see her at some point during her time in Michigan, but that may not happen. I emailed her that Scott has a colonoscopy on Wednesday and that Cordelia has PT on Thursday. Her response was, "I don’t think I can visit on a week day next week," which puzzles me because my point was largely that during the week this coming week was bad for us.
I need to do some emailing around to work out the logistics of Scott’s colonoscopy. Scott’s sister said, weeks ago, that she should be able to come down to drive him back and forth, but I need to check to see if that’s still the case. I also need to check with the mother of the kids I watch after school on Wednesdays. I think Cordelia and her twelve year old friend would be fine here without me, but I need to know what the other mother thinks. I’m also not sure I can guarantee being home by 4:00 when the younger child arrives (he’s nine or ten). I’m fine with the three of them here without me, but they’re not all my kids. If Scott’s sister can come down, me staying home is an option. I’m not enthusiastic about it, but I can do it.
Scott saw an old college friend at the Smithees, someone he hadn’t seen in more than twenty years. This guy lives in Texas. We disagree with him on pretty much everything political, but he was a friend way back when and part of the chain of friends that led to me and Scott meeting to begin with.
I’m feeling a lot better today after nine solid hours of sleep. I didn’t particularly want to get out of bed, but I think that was as much because I was comfortable as anything else.
I can tell that we’re going to have temperature wars in this household. Cordelia is freezing cold if the ceiling fan is on, and I’m sweating to death if it isn’t. The thermostat says that it’s 73F in here which is our winter target for the heat. In the summer, we run the air conditioner and aim for about 80F. That’s going to be pretty thoroughly unpleasant for me.
My physical therapist said that I should keep wearing the compression pad until my stress levels go down. She thinks that trying to stop using it will work better if I’m sleeping enough and all of that. So, some time in late May or early June, I will start taking the pad off for a hour or three at a time.
My psychiatrist called in an new Ativan prescription. Scott picked that up yesterday.
My mother is supposed to arrive in Michigan some time today. She’s driving up with large items for their house in Lawton, things that won’t fit when they drive up this summer with the dogs. We’re hoping to see her at some point during her time in Michigan, but that may not happen. I emailed her that Scott has a colonoscopy on Wednesday and that Cordelia has PT on Thursday. Her response was, "I don’t think I can visit on a week day next week," which puzzles me because my point was largely that during the week this coming week was bad for us.
I need to do some emailing around to work out the logistics of Scott’s colonoscopy. Scott’s sister said, weeks ago, that she should be able to come down to drive him back and forth, but I need to check to see if that’s still the case. I also need to check with the mother of the kids I watch after school on Wednesdays. I think Cordelia and her twelve year old friend would be fine here without me, but I need to know what the other mother thinks. I’m also not sure I can guarantee being home by 4:00 when the younger child arrives (he’s nine or ten). I’m fine with the three of them here without me, but they’re not all my kids. If Scott’s sister can come down, me staying home is an option. I’m not enthusiastic about it, but I can do it.
