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Nov. 11th, 2015 10:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI should have thought to take an Ativan last night. I think that might have kept me from waking up with a migraine when Scott’s alarm went off. I couldn’t get back to sleep even after taking medication for it. I’ve had two mugs of coffee, a couple of pieces of bread, some potato soup with protein powder, and a little bit of leftover Halloween candy.
I’ve been very, very achy since the middle of the afternoon yesterday. Getting warm doesn’t help. Getting cooled off doesn’t help. It’s my shoulder, wrists, hips, knees, and ankles. I’m more than a little surprised that my hands, feet, and spine don’t ache, too.
In a way, it’s a good thing I got up so early. I discovered that I have no more pants and no more loose shirts clean. I could wear a dress and stretch pants, but a shirt is much easier to get on and off. I think that dealing with a load of laundry is going to devour my morning energy to an extent that will mean that I’ll be completely done in after my appointment. I already did some dishes, and my original plan was for that to be the extent of my exertions this morning. I’d like to run the dishwasher even though it’s nowhere near to full. We need to get the serving pan from Monday’s meal back to the friend who provided it.
The folks who fed us last night just wrapped everything really, really tightly in foil. They brought the food at 2:00, and I stuck it in the fridge. When Scott unwrapped it, sometime after 6:00, it was all still warm. Nobody’s signed up to bring us dinner tonight, but we have plenty of leftover from the first two nights, so we should be okay.
I need to make sure Scott calls his doctor today. His cholesterol medication ran out Friday and has no refills left. Getting a new prescription should just be a matter of calling. His annual appointment is pretty much always on his birthday in February, so his doctor has seen him in the last year. Scott does this sort of thing with his medications all the time, and it drives me up the wall. A few days without his cholesterol medication may not be huge as such things go, but some day, he’s going to need to take something where it will matter that he take it every single day with no breaks.
At this point, I’m not sure what sort of state I’ll be in after treatment today. We’re scheduled to have friends over to game, but I don’t know if that will happen or if I’ll be up to participating if it does. I don’t think Scott’s written up a character for me yet (I just can’t think clearly enough to deal with the numbers. We’ve talked about backstory a bit, but I’m not heavily invested in anything in particular. In another month, I may regret that but hopefully not).
I have a longish list of emails and comments I need to write but that I haven’t had the energy to think about yet. I’m hoping that Friday will be a good day for those given that I don’t have treatment but do have the house to myself for a good chunk of time.
Someone else from the public library got back to me with book suggestions for Cordelia. These were all adult titles. The first one on the list is Station Eleven, and, even if it interested Cordelia, there are 92 requests on 27 copies. Getting it would take months. Then there’s a combined edition with Animal Farm and 1984 both. There’s The Girl with All the Gifts which I think Cordelia might like up until the reveal. Dune… Well, I don’t think she’d like it much. To Kill a Mockingbird, she might like, maybe, but I’m not convinced she’d understand Go Set a Watchman. There are several other books on the list that I don’t know anything about. I haven’t forwarded the list to Cordelia. She’s got her books now, and she’d probably just get irritated.
In the years Cordelia has been in school, they’ve gone from almost exclusively using paper flyers to communicate with parents to sending emails with the information as text to sending emails with the information as an attachment and, now, to sending emails with links to a page to download the information in a PDF. I would prefer that they had stopped with plain text in the body of the email. Each additional complication makes it harder for certain parents to access necessary information.
The most recent download reveals that I only need to be at the school for about an hour and a half next Wednesday. That will wear me out, but it will be better than two and a half hours. Cordelia’s class doesn’t start doing presentations until 6:00, so Scott might even manage to get over there for it. One of the emails I need to write is to Cordelia’s teacher to ask her if she can reserve a chair for me. There’s no way I can possibly stand through the whole thing, and they won’t have even half as many chairs as they need.
I’ve been very, very achy since the middle of the afternoon yesterday. Getting warm doesn’t help. Getting cooled off doesn’t help. It’s my shoulder, wrists, hips, knees, and ankles. I’m more than a little surprised that my hands, feet, and spine don’t ache, too.
In a way, it’s a good thing I got up so early. I discovered that I have no more pants and no more loose shirts clean. I could wear a dress and stretch pants, but a shirt is much easier to get on and off. I think that dealing with a load of laundry is going to devour my morning energy to an extent that will mean that I’ll be completely done in after my appointment. I already did some dishes, and my original plan was for that to be the extent of my exertions this morning. I’d like to run the dishwasher even though it’s nowhere near to full. We need to get the serving pan from Monday’s meal back to the friend who provided it.
The folks who fed us last night just wrapped everything really, really tightly in foil. They brought the food at 2:00, and I stuck it in the fridge. When Scott unwrapped it, sometime after 6:00, it was all still warm. Nobody’s signed up to bring us dinner tonight, but we have plenty of leftover from the first two nights, so we should be okay.
I need to make sure Scott calls his doctor today. His cholesterol medication ran out Friday and has no refills left. Getting a new prescription should just be a matter of calling. His annual appointment is pretty much always on his birthday in February, so his doctor has seen him in the last year. Scott does this sort of thing with his medications all the time, and it drives me up the wall. A few days without his cholesterol medication may not be huge as such things go, but some day, he’s going to need to take something where it will matter that he take it every single day with no breaks.
At this point, I’m not sure what sort of state I’ll be in after treatment today. We’re scheduled to have friends over to game, but I don’t know if that will happen or if I’ll be up to participating if it does. I don’t think Scott’s written up a character for me yet (I just can’t think clearly enough to deal with the numbers. We’ve talked about backstory a bit, but I’m not heavily invested in anything in particular. In another month, I may regret that but hopefully not).
I have a longish list of emails and comments I need to write but that I haven’t had the energy to think about yet. I’m hoping that Friday will be a good day for those given that I don’t have treatment but do have the house to myself for a good chunk of time.
Someone else from the public library got back to me with book suggestions for Cordelia. These were all adult titles. The first one on the list is Station Eleven, and, even if it interested Cordelia, there are 92 requests on 27 copies. Getting it would take months. Then there’s a combined edition with Animal Farm and 1984 both. There’s The Girl with All the Gifts which I think Cordelia might like up until the reveal. Dune… Well, I don’t think she’d like it much. To Kill a Mockingbird, she might like, maybe, but I’m not convinced she’d understand Go Set a Watchman. There are several other books on the list that I don’t know anything about. I haven’t forwarded the list to Cordelia. She’s got her books now, and she’d probably just get irritated.
In the years Cordelia has been in school, they’ve gone from almost exclusively using paper flyers to communicate with parents to sending emails with the information as text to sending emails with the information as an attachment and, now, to sending emails with links to a page to download the information in a PDF. I would prefer that they had stopped with plain text in the body of the email. Each additional complication makes it harder for certain parents to access necessary information.
The most recent download reveals that I only need to be at the school for about an hour and a half next Wednesday. That will wear me out, but it will be better than two and a half hours. Cordelia’s class doesn’t start doing presentations until 6:00, so Scott might even manage to get over there for it. One of the emails I need to write is to Cordelia’s teacher to ask her if she can reserve a chair for me. There’s no way I can possibly stand through the whole thing, and they won’t have even half as many chairs as they need.
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Date: 2015-11-11 06:31 pm (UTC)