Jan. 17th, 2017

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I had a dental appointment yesterday at 11:00. My bite splint is definitely not long for this world, so I have an appointment soon to get an impression made from which to make a new one. The first one lasted about twenty five years, so I probably won’t need a third. We’ve cleared it with my dental insurance that they’ll cover it, so that’s not a concern.

Scott bought one of those OTC one-size-fits-all bite splints this weekend. I’ve been eying it dubiously because my mouth/jaw is noticeably small compared to most people’s. There aren’t any instructions on the package for what to do if the thing doesn’t fit. Scott says he’ll use it if I don’t, and I expect that he’ll end up with it.

I also discovered that my U of M insurance has been paying for all my dental stuff. That’s not how it’s supposed to work by the terms of my long term disability, but the dentist’s staff is afraid to upset things by trying to shift to the insurance through Scott’s employer which ought to be paying first, and I’m looking at the bureaucratic hoops involved and cringing. This is not a hill I’m willing to die on.

Cordelia (no school due to MLK Day) and I had lunch at The Brown Jug and then found seats at a Starbucks just down the block to wait for it to be time to go to her dermatology appointment. I think we were there for an hour and a half. It was very crowded, and we had to share a table with two university students who seemed to be studying for a chemistry class. At least, they were talking molecular structure, so I assume chemistry.

Cordelia tried a new to her thing from the Starbucks menu and discovered that some things there aren’t to her taste without adding sugar (it was some form of latte, so I didn’t suggest adding milk).

It cost us $25 to get the cab to the dermatologist. If we’d gone home, it would have been between $11 and $15 for that trip and then another $17 for a second cab to the dermatologist’s office. I spent more than that on lunch and the coffee at Starbucks, but… Cordelia really enjoyed being out.

The dermatology appointment was at 3:45 and was basically just for prescription renewals. Scott arrived at the office just as we were heading back and chose to wait in the waiting room. We stopped at Plum Market on the way home to get more liquid stevia for my morning tea.

There is no school today due to ice on the roads. For some reason, we never have delayed start times. Either school starts on time, or it doesn’t start at all. I was very grateful for the reprieve because I was up until about 1:00 with inexplicable reflux and then up at 4:00 with a recurrence of the problem. I couldn’t think of anything except stress that could be causing the problem, so I took an Ativan at about 12:30, and that settled things long enough for me to get about three hours of sleep. At 4:00, I took my thyroid medication and then realized that I couldn’t deal with the reflux problems, so I ate some vanilla ice cream which helped vastly and let me fall back asleep after Scott got up. I can’t use liquid antacids because they make me gag (and shouldn’t be taken in proximity to the thyroid medication anyway. I think the recommended gap is four hours in either direction. Other meds are either one hour before or at least two hours after), and I really needed something that would coat my throat and deal with the acid stuck there. Ice cream wasn’t ideal, but I couldn’t think of anything else with even a chance of working. Water tends to make things worse.

Our upstairs toilet has started running and running after it’s been flushed. Jiggling the handle seems to settle it, but that needs to be done a few minutes after flushing, not right at the time. It’s also not something that we’ve trained ourselves to yet.
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I need someone to bounce ideas off of for a WIP. The bit I need help with is a descriptive passage in a Weiss Kreuz story. I don’t think that canon knowledge is necessary because I’m pretty definite on the starting choices for the house I need to describe. The things I need to figure out are tiny things that would look wrong because the house’s appearance is drawn from a particular character’s mind. I want hints that he’s holding things together less well than might be expected by my POV character. I don’t want to beat readers over the head with it, though.

But I’m really, really terrible at this sort of description, and the story’s been stalled out for months on this section. I will likely put [insert description here] in and come back to it later, but the problem will still be there, so I thought I’d ask if anyone feels up to helping.

I’m pretty sure that the starting setting for furnishings was Danish New Modern and that the house used to be bigger than it is now and had rustic cabin retreat as the setting for the exterior and layout. The things the occupant uses regularly will still be in good shape; it’s everything around the edges that should be iffy.

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