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Feb. 25th, 2018 01:28 pmWe went to Palm Palace for lunch yesterday. The food was excellent and the service good, but I had a hot flash that started right after I ordered and didn't quite pass until we had boxed up the leftovers. I kept dipping my cloth napkin in my ice water and running it over the back of my neck. I was very tempted to just go and stand outside, but that would have been too much like abandoning Scott and Cordelia.
I ordered hot tea before I started feeling so overheated. Scott had ordered a diet Pepsi, and I was concerned that, if I ordered a regular Pepsi, I'd end up with his diet instead. The results of that would have been seriously unpleasant. Of course, the 'hot tea' listed on the menu turned out to be flavored somehow. I'm almost certain it was black tea, and I think there was bergamot (which I don't care for), but there was something else, too. Cordelia tried it, and I drank a little once it had cooled a lot, but we didn't even finish a cup, let alone touch the small pot they'd given us for refills.
We picked up desserts at the Syrian place on the way home. They make their own baklava and are actually certain about which kinds of nuts are in which batches (I'm mildly allergic to walnuts. I'm not worried about minor cross-contamination, but I am also not enthusiastic about potentially making the allergy worse by exposure).
The Amerge finally kicked my headache to the curb, but I was tired all day. I slept well for about four hours last night; then Scott's cell phone alarm went off, and I had to make him get up and turn it off. (He worked last Sunday, so it was still set for getting him out the door on time for that.) In some ways, it would be faster for me to get up and turn off his phone, but I would have to find it and then figure out what to do, in the dark while half asleep.
At that point, I was awake but desperate for more sleep. Scott went right back to sleep because that's a thing he can do. I eventually slept again with fairly vivid dreams, but I kept waking with the feeling that I was wasting the day by sleeping too late and that I really, really needed to get up and take my meds.
(The timing on the morning medication is squishy and relates mostly to when I'm going to eat. The one med that isn't absolutely anchored to breakfast just makes more sense in terms of remembering to take it if I group it with the others. That one, however, has a second dose that I ought to take about four hours later but not within a certain range of bedtime. I can't get up, eat, take pills, and go back to bed because one of the meds works properly only if I take it and then eat 30 minutes later. Taking it and going back to bed without eating isn't an option. Pill sorters aren't a great option for me because, on a usual day, I need seven slots. If I sort the Wellbutrin and the Omeprozale separately, I need eight slots).
I finished a couple of audiobooks yesterday that I'd had in progress for a while. I'm trying to make a dent on the ones I've got on my laptop so that I can delete them and free up space. I think that at least a third of what I've got in iTunes is audiobooks that I've gotten from the library on CD. Audiobooks of things I've read before work well as background noise while I write.
I'm still poking at my Worldbuilding Exchange story idea. I can't find a workable starting point. I still expect to, but it's giving me difficulties.
We spent a while talking with Scott's brother and his wife last night. They're in Seattle, but they called via Skype or Facetime or something similar in order to wish Scott a happy birthday. Our SIL and I ended up talking about our frustration with bad scientific studies for a while and enjoying laughing at it.
I ordered hot tea before I started feeling so overheated. Scott had ordered a diet Pepsi, and I was concerned that, if I ordered a regular Pepsi, I'd end up with his diet instead. The results of that would have been seriously unpleasant. Of course, the 'hot tea' listed on the menu turned out to be flavored somehow. I'm almost certain it was black tea, and I think there was bergamot (which I don't care for), but there was something else, too. Cordelia tried it, and I drank a little once it had cooled a lot, but we didn't even finish a cup, let alone touch the small pot they'd given us for refills.
We picked up desserts at the Syrian place on the way home. They make their own baklava and are actually certain about which kinds of nuts are in which batches (I'm mildly allergic to walnuts. I'm not worried about minor cross-contamination, but I am also not enthusiastic about potentially making the allergy worse by exposure).
The Amerge finally kicked my headache to the curb, but I was tired all day. I slept well for about four hours last night; then Scott's cell phone alarm went off, and I had to make him get up and turn it off. (He worked last Sunday, so it was still set for getting him out the door on time for that.) In some ways, it would be faster for me to get up and turn off his phone, but I would have to find it and then figure out what to do, in the dark while half asleep.
At that point, I was awake but desperate for more sleep. Scott went right back to sleep because that's a thing he can do. I eventually slept again with fairly vivid dreams, but I kept waking with the feeling that I was wasting the day by sleeping too late and that I really, really needed to get up and take my meds.
(The timing on the morning medication is squishy and relates mostly to when I'm going to eat. The one med that isn't absolutely anchored to breakfast just makes more sense in terms of remembering to take it if I group it with the others. That one, however, has a second dose that I ought to take about four hours later but not within a certain range of bedtime. I can't get up, eat, take pills, and go back to bed because one of the meds works properly only if I take it and then eat 30 minutes later. Taking it and going back to bed without eating isn't an option. Pill sorters aren't a great option for me because, on a usual day, I need seven slots. If I sort the Wellbutrin and the Omeprozale separately, I need eight slots).
I finished a couple of audiobooks yesterday that I'd had in progress for a while. I'm trying to make a dent on the ones I've got on my laptop so that I can delete them and free up space. I think that at least a third of what I've got in iTunes is audiobooks that I've gotten from the library on CD. Audiobooks of things I've read before work well as background noise while I write.
I'm still poking at my Worldbuilding Exchange story idea. I can't find a workable starting point. I still expect to, but it's giving me difficulties.
We spent a while talking with Scott's brother and his wife last night. They're in Seattle, but they called via Skype or Facetime or something similar in order to wish Scott a happy birthday. Our SIL and I ended up talking about our frustration with bad scientific studies for a while and enjoying laughing at it.
