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Aug. 13th, 2015 09:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI'm not as anxious as I expected I'd be, given everything. I'm not sure why I had the anxious headache and nausea last week over the mammogram but am not having any such symptoms today when I'm facing a biopsy. I'm going to take an Ativan anyway, but I don't feel like I need to do it immediately.
I did have anxiety dreams this morning after Scott got up. I was late for my appointment. My SIL hadn't shown up yet. My phone was out of charge. I'd forgotten my meds and my lunch. I couldn't find my apartment (for some reason, in my dreams, I never, ever live in my actual house). I had guests in my house who I needed to get rid of in order to be able to leave, and they wouldn't go away.
Next on my agenda is washing and getting dressed. I've been putting it off, but it's getting kind of late, and I really should get on that. I have my clothes laid out already, at least.
I added at site to the Metanews Feedly account yesterday that has a spectacular monthly newsletter. Unfortunately, I couldn't persuade Feedly to give me just the newsletter even though that's the url I put in. The site in question is a fanfic site, and I'm going to get a notice for every single fic that gets posted. it's not a horrifically active fandom, but I'm not sure the newsletter is worth it.
Scott was originally scheduled to work 3-3 today, but he swapped with someone so that he could be awake with me last night. Instead, he'll be working 7-7 on Friday. I was a little annoyed when he told me that because I suspect I'll feel more in need of his presence on Friday than I did last night. The change turned out to be fortuitous, however, as we were to borrow a car from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evalerie. She and her family were in Chicago with the car in question and got back fairly late. It was after 10 by the time she came and got Scott so that he could get the car. (Enterprise closes at 6, so he'd dropped the rental off on his way home from work and had them drive him home.) If Scott had had to get up at 2, staying up so late would have been a big problem.
Cordelia says she's not worried, but she has been giving me a lot of hugs this past week, so I don't know. She probably won't be willing to hug me later today given that I won't be putting on deodorant. I don't think I'm particularly stinky under that circumstance, particularly not less than two hours after I've washed, but she notices and objects.
The school district has decided to do all of the start of the school year paperwork online this year. I did Cordelia's last night. The website interface was very, very frustrating. If I toggled to another window to check something, the webpage would freeze and refuse to allow me to edit it further until I closed it and logged in again. That's spectacularly bad design. They wanted three emergency contacts this year. I think, in years past, it's been two. They also had space for four parent/guardians. I assume that's so that they can include step-parents on both sides if there are any. I had to make Cordelia come and sit by me for part of the process because she had to read and agree to several things. She flinched at the concussion information sheet even though we've been filling those out for Rec & Ed sports for two or three years now. She's had to read and sign the thing each and every time. I guess, this time, the information sank in and seemed scary.
Let's see... I need to do some tidying so that the cleaning lady can work when she comes while I'm out later on. I need to write her check (and I need to make sure it's a good check. Apparently, there's a printing error on some of our checks that makes the computerized scanners balk. The account number is perfectly clear to a human eye, but the computer will refuse to process the check. From looking through the book I'm currently using, it looks like a 50-50 split between good and bad. The error is really exceedingly trivial, just a little bit missing off the bottom of a couple of zeroes, not even the whole bottom gone, just part of it). I need to pick out a book or three to take with me to the appointment. I need to put all of my stuff back in my purse. It's gotten scattered recently.
I don't really want to do any of this.
I did have anxiety dreams this morning after Scott got up. I was late for my appointment. My SIL hadn't shown up yet. My phone was out of charge. I'd forgotten my meds and my lunch. I couldn't find my apartment (for some reason, in my dreams, I never, ever live in my actual house). I had guests in my house who I needed to get rid of in order to be able to leave, and they wouldn't go away.
Next on my agenda is washing and getting dressed. I've been putting it off, but it's getting kind of late, and I really should get on that. I have my clothes laid out already, at least.
I added at site to the Metanews Feedly account yesterday that has a spectacular monthly newsletter. Unfortunately, I couldn't persuade Feedly to give me just the newsletter even though that's the url I put in. The site in question is a fanfic site, and I'm going to get a notice for every single fic that gets posted. it's not a horrifically active fandom, but I'm not sure the newsletter is worth it.
Scott was originally scheduled to work 3-3 today, but he swapped with someone so that he could be awake with me last night. Instead, he'll be working 7-7 on Friday. I was a little annoyed when he told me that because I suspect I'll feel more in need of his presence on Friday than I did last night. The change turned out to be fortuitous, however, as we were to borrow a car from
evalerie. She and her family were in Chicago with the car in question and got back fairly late. It was after 10 by the time she came and got Scott so that he could get the car. (Enterprise closes at 6, so he'd dropped the rental off on his way home from work and had them drive him home.) If Scott had had to get up at 2, staying up so late would have been a big problem.Cordelia says she's not worried, but she has been giving me a lot of hugs this past week, so I don't know. She probably won't be willing to hug me later today given that I won't be putting on deodorant. I don't think I'm particularly stinky under that circumstance, particularly not less than two hours after I've washed, but she notices and objects.
The school district has decided to do all of the start of the school year paperwork online this year. I did Cordelia's last night. The website interface was very, very frustrating. If I toggled to another window to check something, the webpage would freeze and refuse to allow me to edit it further until I closed it and logged in again. That's spectacularly bad design. They wanted three emergency contacts this year. I think, in years past, it's been two. They also had space for four parent/guardians. I assume that's so that they can include step-parents on both sides if there are any. I had to make Cordelia come and sit by me for part of the process because she had to read and agree to several things. She flinched at the concussion information sheet even though we've been filling those out for Rec & Ed sports for two or three years now. She's had to read and sign the thing each and every time. I guess, this time, the information sank in and seemed scary.
Let's see... I need to do some tidying so that the cleaning lady can work when she comes while I'm out later on. I need to write her check (and I need to make sure it's a good check. Apparently, there's a printing error on some of our checks that makes the computerized scanners balk. The account number is perfectly clear to a human eye, but the computer will refuse to process the check. From looking through the book I'm currently using, it looks like a 50-50 split between good and bad. The error is really exceedingly trivial, just a little bit missing off the bottom of a couple of zeroes, not even the whole bottom gone, just part of it). I need to pick out a book or three to take with me to the appointment. I need to put all of my stuff back in my purse. It's gotten scattered recently.
I don't really want to do any of this.
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Date: 2015-08-13 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-08-14 02:19 pm (UTC)It seems to have gone well. I won't know the results until some time next week, though.