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Dec. 6th, 2018 07:13 amLast night was one of the worst nights in terms of sleep in the last month or so. I haven't been up for two hours yet, and I'm already dragging horribly. I had a good breakfast and my usual amount of caffeine, so it's not lack of any of that.
Once Scott and Cordelia leave, I need to deal with all of the preparation for the cleaning lady's arrival. I'll be out during the time when I normally would deal with it, and I'm afraid that, if I delay at all, I'll just sit here and stare at my laptop.
I have realized that I don't like doing chores, including opening cans, when Scott and Cordelia are around because I knock things over and drop things a lot. Then I swear about it. I'm misjudging distances and balance points and where exactly parts of my body are going. I can manage the bits I'm really focused on, but I bump into things on the periphery.
Scott's mother is possibly looking at another surgery. They're going to do another mammogram because they're pretty sure they missed things. I have no idea why not an MRI because those, while more expensive, tend to show more things more accurately. They already know that the first mammogram gave very incomplete information.
I still haven't gotten myself moving on anything at all beyond the basic necessities of day to day life. I also still haven't found that fitted sheet. I want to change the sheets today or tomorrow, so not finding it means having to wash this one before I can remake the bed. This is not ideal as I spend a good bit of Thursday afternoons sitting on our bed so that I'm not in the way of the cleaning lady. I don't have time to deal with the sheets completely before she arrives, not if I need to wash them in the middle.
Once Scott and Cordelia leave, I need to deal with all of the preparation for the cleaning lady's arrival. I'll be out during the time when I normally would deal with it, and I'm afraid that, if I delay at all, I'll just sit here and stare at my laptop.
I have realized that I don't like doing chores, including opening cans, when Scott and Cordelia are around because I knock things over and drop things a lot. Then I swear about it. I'm misjudging distances and balance points and where exactly parts of my body are going. I can manage the bits I'm really focused on, but I bump into things on the periphery.
Scott's mother is possibly looking at another surgery. They're going to do another mammogram because they're pretty sure they missed things. I have no idea why not an MRI because those, while more expensive, tend to show more things more accurately. They already know that the first mammogram gave very incomplete information.
I still haven't gotten myself moving on anything at all beyond the basic necessities of day to day life. I also still haven't found that fitted sheet. I want to change the sheets today or tomorrow, so not finding it means having to wash this one before I can remake the bed. This is not ideal as I spend a good bit of Thursday afternoons sitting on our bed so that I'm not in the way of the cleaning lady. I don't have time to deal with the sheets completely before she arrives, not if I need to wash them in the middle.
