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Oct. 30th, 2015 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI ought to be in bed. I really intended to be. Instead, I’m up because I don’t dare lie down. I just finished a mug of ginger tea that I was hoping would help, but it doesn’t seem to be doing much. I wish what’s bothering me would just settle or make me truly sick. Either way, it would be over.
The problem is that Scott and I both had to go in order to pick up the car tonight. That took more than an hour, and by the time we were done, it was past 7:30, and we hadn’t eaten. I knew I needed something really, really mild, but I’m not sure I communicated that to Scott. He took us to Plum Market to get stuff from the hot bar. I was very conservative, but it apparently wasn’t enough. I really was desperately hungry, so I couldn’t bring myself to pass over all of that and just buy a loaf of bread (Scott keeps buying rye bread with caraway, and I can’t handle caraway, so I couldn’t count on having bread at home).
At any rate, I’m here at an hour past the time I was planning to be asleep. I really need the sleep, too, because I have three or four things to do outside the house tomorrow— radiation, Cordelia’s dermatology appointment, a trip to the bank, lunch with Scott’s sister. I can skip lunch with Scott’s sister, but if I do, I won’t necessarily get a meal between breakfast and dinner.
I am worried by tonight’s reflux and touch tummy. It’s not likely to be the anaprox at this point. All I can think of is stress. I didn’t have a chance to stop and relax in a safe space in between 10:30 and 8:30 today, and I really, really need that now. I think that I’m going to have to tell Scott that I don’t care how urgent things are and unless someone’s dying, I’m not leaving the house Thursday evenings. Thursdays are my long appointment days, and I have to pack a lunch because the cleaning lady is here when I get home and she’s fasting. I’m not comfortable with eating in front of her. She doesn’t leave until around 4:30, and I really can’t relax while she’s here.
The problem is that Scott and I both had to go in order to pick up the car tonight. That took more than an hour, and by the time we were done, it was past 7:30, and we hadn’t eaten. I knew I needed something really, really mild, but I’m not sure I communicated that to Scott. He took us to Plum Market to get stuff from the hot bar. I was very conservative, but it apparently wasn’t enough. I really was desperately hungry, so I couldn’t bring myself to pass over all of that and just buy a loaf of bread (Scott keeps buying rye bread with caraway, and I can’t handle caraway, so I couldn’t count on having bread at home).
At any rate, I’m here at an hour past the time I was planning to be asleep. I really need the sleep, too, because I have three or four things to do outside the house tomorrow— radiation, Cordelia’s dermatology appointment, a trip to the bank, lunch with Scott’s sister. I can skip lunch with Scott’s sister, but if I do, I won’t necessarily get a meal between breakfast and dinner.
I am worried by tonight’s reflux and touch tummy. It’s not likely to be the anaprox at this point. All I can think of is stress. I didn’t have a chance to stop and relax in a safe space in between 10:30 and 8:30 today, and I really, really need that now. I think that I’m going to have to tell Scott that I don’t care how urgent things are and unless someone’s dying, I’m not leaving the house Thursday evenings. Thursdays are my long appointment days, and I have to pack a lunch because the cleaning lady is here when I get home and she’s fasting. I’m not comfortable with eating in front of her. She doesn’t leave until around 4:30, and I really can’t relax while she’s here.
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