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Sep. 14th, 2015 11:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckWell, I'm now absolutely certain that bacon in the evening is a bad, bad idea for me. I've tried it three times in the last month and have had reflux every single time.
Last night, it was past 7:00 by the time Scott got out of the shower. The meat he'd bought on Saturday is a roast that will take a couple of hours to cook on the grill. If I'd been thinking, I'd have stuck it in the oven around 5:00 or 5:30. I might have needed Cordelia to help me carry the pan, but I probably could have done it. I just didn't think to. At any rate, cooking the roast wasn't an option at 7:00, not when I need to eat by 8:00, so Scott and Cordelia went to Wendy's. They came back with bacon cheeseburgers for me and Cordelia. I hadn't asked for bacon, but Scott knows I like it, and there was, I think, some sort of special. I didn't think twice about eating it, and I really should have.
I was up until about 3:30 last night. I probably could have gone to bed safely before that, but I got caught up in what I was doing to keep myself occupied, and suddenly, it was very, very late. I didn't actually manage to get to sleep until after Scott got up at 5:00, and I ended up getting up for the day around 10:00, so I'm very low on sleep.
The current plan is for Scott to leave work about 12:30. That'll get him home at about 1:00 which should give him more than enough time to shower and change if he's quick about it. We'll want to leave here around 2:00. I decided against asking anyone else to accompany us. I think it's very likely that what they have to tell us won't be very complicated, and I only really wanted a third person in case there's something surprising. I don't see why there would be, but, if I could foresee it, it wouldn't be surprising, would it?
Next on my agenda-- I need to put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. No one else will, and they've been piling up because I don't have the energy to deal with them every day the way I normally would. Once the sink is clear, I can wash my bras in the hope that one of them will be dry by the time I need it, ten hours from now.
Last night, it was past 7:00 by the time Scott got out of the shower. The meat he'd bought on Saturday is a roast that will take a couple of hours to cook on the grill. If I'd been thinking, I'd have stuck it in the oven around 5:00 or 5:30. I might have needed Cordelia to help me carry the pan, but I probably could have done it. I just didn't think to. At any rate, cooking the roast wasn't an option at 7:00, not when I need to eat by 8:00, so Scott and Cordelia went to Wendy's. They came back with bacon cheeseburgers for me and Cordelia. I hadn't asked for bacon, but Scott knows I like it, and there was, I think, some sort of special. I didn't think twice about eating it, and I really should have.
I was up until about 3:30 last night. I probably could have gone to bed safely before that, but I got caught up in what I was doing to keep myself occupied, and suddenly, it was very, very late. I didn't actually manage to get to sleep until after Scott got up at 5:00, and I ended up getting up for the day around 10:00, so I'm very low on sleep.
The current plan is for Scott to leave work about 12:30. That'll get him home at about 1:00 which should give him more than enough time to shower and change if he's quick about it. We'll want to leave here around 2:00. I decided against asking anyone else to accompany us. I think it's very likely that what they have to tell us won't be very complicated, and I only really wanted a third person in case there's something surprising. I don't see why there would be, but, if I could foresee it, it wouldn't be surprising, would it?
Next on my agenda-- I need to put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. No one else will, and they've been piling up because I don't have the energy to deal with them every day the way I normally would. Once the sink is clear, I can wash my bras in the hope that one of them will be dry by the time I need it, ten hours from now.
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Date: 2015-09-15 12:41 am (UTC)I probably won't try these very soon until after I finish radiation and can talk to the oncologist who'll see me through the years of tamoxifen. Out of the meds I'll be taking, that seems to be the one that has the most issues in terms of playing nice with other things. I will keep this message, though, so I can refer to it then.