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Mar. 24th, 2015 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckScott and I both forgot about his afternoon eye exam until half an hour after he should have been there. He called, and they can fit him in today if he can get out of work in time. This appointment is meant as a recheck of his peripheral vision. When he did his most recent eye exam, there was a quadrant on the peripheral vision test where he didn't see much of anything, and they want to redo the test to see if it's a real problem or just a fluke.
We went out briefly yesterday to drop off my disability paperwork with my psychiatrist. I stayed in the car while Scott took the paperwork into the building. I'm very glad he was able to do that because otherwise I'd probably have had to mail it, and I hate to do that with something this important.
After dropping off the paperwork, we went to Bagel Fragel and got sandwiches and smoothies. We both had chicken with cheese, mushrooms, and honey mustard. We ate there which was just as well-- The sandwiches were drippy and messy, and if we'd brought them home to eat, I probably would have tried to eat mine without a table in front of me. I actually kind of regret the smoothie because I found it overwhelming. It wasn't large, but it still felt like too much. I think I'm not used to drinking sweet stuff any more.
We watched more Leverage (finished the DVD) and the third Librarian movie. After Cordelia came home, she'd keep coming out for a little while and insisting on watching something else. She's been watching Cupcake Wars on Netflix, so we watched an episode of that. There are definitely worse things she could be watching.
Scott's mother called yesterday to see how I was doing. She told me that bruises continuing to appear like mine have been is normal for this sort of injury. Scott's of the opinion that she knows what she's talking about, probably because she was an RN.
I'm going to have to figure out how to maneuver to fix dinner tonight. We have a turkey breast, and it's going to need to go in the oven at a point when Scott's not available, so I'll have to do it. That'll mean about ten minutes on my feet. I can manage that. I won't be happy about it, but I can manage it. It's not as if we have any alternatives if there's going to be dinner at a time when I can still eat.
I do have to decide if I'm going to put together something to go in the bread machine or if I'm going to tell Scott to buy bread on his way home from work. He thinks I should make bread, but I'm not so sure given that there are reasonably priced alternatives. He likes home made bread better, but I think store bought will serve for a few weeks. It's time on my feet that really isn't necessary.
I was awakened this morning by a phone call from our dentist, reminding Scott that he has an appointment tomorrow. I'm pretty sure he's forgotten about that. Hopefully, work will cooperate, and he can go.
I'm getting a little cranky with Gmail-- It keeps sorting messages from the PTO at Cordelia's school into junk mail, and once something's in junk mail, even if I mark it as not junk mail, it won't download into my mail program, so I can only view it by going to the Gmail site or by forwarding it to myself. Those PTO messages are actually important, too.
A friend of mine is having a rough day-- Her mother is in surgery for a cancerous mass on her liver. I've promised to be available to chat online if my friend needs someone to talk to while she waits. Hopefully, the surgery will go well.
We went out briefly yesterday to drop off my disability paperwork with my psychiatrist. I stayed in the car while Scott took the paperwork into the building. I'm very glad he was able to do that because otherwise I'd probably have had to mail it, and I hate to do that with something this important.
After dropping off the paperwork, we went to Bagel Fragel and got sandwiches and smoothies. We both had chicken with cheese, mushrooms, and honey mustard. We ate there which was just as well-- The sandwiches were drippy and messy, and if we'd brought them home to eat, I probably would have tried to eat mine without a table in front of me. I actually kind of regret the smoothie because I found it overwhelming. It wasn't large, but it still felt like too much. I think I'm not used to drinking sweet stuff any more.
We watched more Leverage (finished the DVD) and the third Librarian movie. After Cordelia came home, she'd keep coming out for a little while and insisting on watching something else. She's been watching Cupcake Wars on Netflix, so we watched an episode of that. There are definitely worse things she could be watching.
Scott's mother called yesterday to see how I was doing. She told me that bruises continuing to appear like mine have been is normal for this sort of injury. Scott's of the opinion that she knows what she's talking about, probably because she was an RN.
I'm going to have to figure out how to maneuver to fix dinner tonight. We have a turkey breast, and it's going to need to go in the oven at a point when Scott's not available, so I'll have to do it. That'll mean about ten minutes on my feet. I can manage that. I won't be happy about it, but I can manage it. It's not as if we have any alternatives if there's going to be dinner at a time when I can still eat.
I do have to decide if I'm going to put together something to go in the bread machine or if I'm going to tell Scott to buy bread on his way home from work. He thinks I should make bread, but I'm not so sure given that there are reasonably priced alternatives. He likes home made bread better, but I think store bought will serve for a few weeks. It's time on my feet that really isn't necessary.
I was awakened this morning by a phone call from our dentist, reminding Scott that he has an appointment tomorrow. I'm pretty sure he's forgotten about that. Hopefully, work will cooperate, and he can go.
I'm getting a little cranky with Gmail-- It keeps sorting messages from the PTO at Cordelia's school into junk mail, and once something's in junk mail, even if I mark it as not junk mail, it won't download into my mail program, so I can only view it by going to the Gmail site or by forwarding it to myself. Those PTO messages are actually important, too.
A friend of mine is having a rough day-- Her mother is in surgery for a cancerous mass on her liver. I've promised to be available to chat online if my friend needs someone to talk to while she waits. Hopefully, the surgery will go well.
