Feb. 6th, 2017

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Somehow I never fully woke up yesterday. I got up, and I did things, but I couldn’t manage anything that took focus. I have several emails to answer. I’ve been sitting on them for days without being able to think well enough to start writing.

I took an Ativan Saturday evening before I started trying to deal with the LTD review paperwork. I suspect that’s the main reason I was actually able to sleep because I didn’t sleep until after 3:00 last night. Getting up at 6:30 was pretty damned difficult. The not sleeping was a combination of my body hurting (legs aching, cramps), my brain not slowing down, and anxiety induced nausea that turned into reflux around 2:00. At that point, I had some vanilla ice cream, and that helped considerably, killing the reflux entirely. I’m going to lie down for a while after Cordelia heads for school and after I’ve gotten my paperwork together. Except that, right at the moment, I feel awake.

I have a dental appointment (bite splint fitting) at 11:00 and plans for lunch with [livejournal.com profile] evalerie that I’ve been really looking forward to. The restaurant we plan to go to is less than three blocks from my psychiatrist’s office, so I was thinking that I could drop her part of the paperwork off while I’m in the area. My suspicion is that I’ll come back home after lunch and sleep. Assuming my body cooperates.

My hands were really hurting last night. I’m not sure what I did to set that off. I need to figure out what’s become of my thumb splints. I can find one of the ones I got from the drug store and both of the big, inconvenient, ones of last resort. I can’t find the second drug store purchase or either one of the other pair the orthopedics people gave me.

I want to measure the space occupied by my bedside table with an eye toward replacing it. The current one is something I inherited from a great-aunt back in the 1980s, and I don’t think it will work well for a c-PAP. It started life as a living room end table, one of those multi-tiered things with a half layer above a full and then a second full shelf underneath. The finish is the sort to be damaged by water.

I don’t actually want to get rid of the table as there’s some possibility that my great-grandfather, who was a carpenter, might actually have made it. I have one bookshelf that I know he made, and I’m not getting rid of that even though it’s not ideal as a bookshelf. I never met that particular great-grandfather as he died before I was born. (Come to think of it, they all did. The two I remember were step-great-grandfathers.)

Ideally, I’d like something with drawers so that I can put my medications and such in one and know exactly where they are. I suspect I won’t be able to find anything that I love because I need a very, very exact footprint. There’s no way to rearrange things to get more space or space in different proportions, not if we want Scott to be able to get in and out of bed without climbing over me. The space on his side of the bed is already narrow enough that we have to move sideways to get in and out. I’d ideally like a narrower bedside table so that I can reach my powerstrip without moving the table completely out of the room first (that makes dealing with things that live on the table that are plugged in challenging because I can’t unplug them and move them with the table).

We had dinner at Totoro last night. Cordelia has set herself the goal of trying everything on the menu. The waitress laughed because Scott and I always order the same thing. She said we were eating 'the old way' and Cordelia was eating 'the new way.'

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