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Sep. 8th, 2016 10:50 amI slept moderately well last night, just not as much as I was hoping. I had trouble falling asleep, and then I was awakened early by a spam phone call on my cell phone (late enough that going back to sleep seemed a bad option but still early).
( Last night's game session )
I never got around to the pork shoulder yesterday. I’m thinking that I might cut it up before the cleaning lady comes today and store the pieces in the refrigerator until I’m ready to cook. I need to look around to see what we’ve got in terms of flavorings to add. I’m not sure we’ve got anything that all three of us can deal with— I know Scott bought a new flavor of barbecue sauce, but I can’t handle that, and Cordelia might or might not be willing to eat it. I’m not sure if we’ve got anything else pre-made.
My knee is more tender to touch today than it was yesterday, but I’m not having trouble walking.
I wrote about nine hundred words yesterday, mostly on my phone (and mostly during the game session). I’m annoyed with myself about it, though, because I started a new section that sets up a bunch of completely new things. I just want the story to end, you know? I don’t have time for another twenty thousand words. I may just chop it off at the end of the previous section and put in an author’s note that says that I’m working on a sequel. The previous section doesn’t actually resolve anything, just kind of opens a door to the possibility that something might happen.
I had fruit on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of this week without any impact on my IBS. If I’d done that in May or June, I’d have really regretted it, but I seem to be back to being able to eat what I want without that sort of repercussion. I think that, when I have prolonged periods of anxiety, I will have IBS issues no matter what I eat but that some things will make that worse. I just can’t actually test what will affect me unless I’m in a prolonged period of anxiety at the time. Looking at May and June, it took two or three weeks of anxiety for me to start having problems. I didn’t have this sort of trouble before my lumpectomy in 2015 because I didn’t have more than two weeks between biopsy and surgery. I didn’t have it during radiation therapy. I’m not actually sure why I didn’t. I just know that I didn’t.
( Last night's game session )
I never got around to the pork shoulder yesterday. I’m thinking that I might cut it up before the cleaning lady comes today and store the pieces in the refrigerator until I’m ready to cook. I need to look around to see what we’ve got in terms of flavorings to add. I’m not sure we’ve got anything that all three of us can deal with— I know Scott bought a new flavor of barbecue sauce, but I can’t handle that, and Cordelia might or might not be willing to eat it. I’m not sure if we’ve got anything else pre-made.
My knee is more tender to touch today than it was yesterday, but I’m not having trouble walking.
I wrote about nine hundred words yesterday, mostly on my phone (and mostly during the game session). I’m annoyed with myself about it, though, because I started a new section that sets up a bunch of completely new things. I just want the story to end, you know? I don’t have time for another twenty thousand words. I may just chop it off at the end of the previous section and put in an author’s note that says that I’m working on a sequel. The previous section doesn’t actually resolve anything, just kind of opens a door to the possibility that something might happen.
I had fruit on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of this week without any impact on my IBS. If I’d done that in May or June, I’d have really regretted it, but I seem to be back to being able to eat what I want without that sort of repercussion. I think that, when I have prolonged periods of anxiety, I will have IBS issues no matter what I eat but that some things will make that worse. I just can’t actually test what will affect me unless I’m in a prolonged period of anxiety at the time. Looking at May and June, it took two or three weeks of anxiety for me to start having problems. I didn’t have this sort of trouble before my lumpectomy in 2015 because I didn’t have more than two weeks between biopsy and surgery. I didn’t have it during radiation therapy. I’m not actually sure why I didn’t. I just know that I didn’t.