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Nov. 18th, 2015 11:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckWonder of wonders, my MIL included Scott in the email she sent out to organize Thanksgiving. That’s unheard of. Maybe she’s acknowledging that I’m not up to dealing with such details right now?
Scott was scheduled to go in early today. Fortunately, he didn’t end up having to because he didn’t get to bed until 10:30. He blamed me, but I feel that’s unfair. He knows that Tuesday is trash night and should have planned accordingly, and the load of laundry I asked him to put in took about three minutes. I did ask him to make a trip to the downtown library, but he added on an extra side trip to that so that it took twice as long as it needed to. Most of the time, he was just watching TV and playing games on his iPad. I can see him wanting time to relax, but I really think he should have gotten everything that needed doing done first and then should have turned everything off at about 8:30 even if Cordelia protested (she watches The Voice from 8:00 to 9:00).
I think I’m going to have to try to do household chores in the mornings, before treatment. That’s when I’m hurting the least and when I have the most energy. Nobody else is going to do the dishes, and, in spite of my specifically asking, Scott didn’t bring up my clean laundry yesterday. I also had to put the stuff he washed last night into the dryer (he remembered about doing that right after I turned off the light last night, and I told him I’d deal with it in the morning. I was pretty sure I had enough washcloths to deal with the morning Domeboro soak).
I need more ponytail holders. I lost my last one more than a week ago, and I keep forgetting to ask Scott to pick some up when he’s going to the store. It seems too trivial to merit sending him to the store specially. He’s already annoyed when I mention being out because he doesn’t get that the stupid things break or vanish very, very easily. It’s a miracle that I made the last one I had last four months.
I didn’t end up ordering that pizza for Expo tonight. I guess Cordelia will have to wait until after 7:00 to eat dinner. That’s not a huge deal as we often wait that long normally. She did suggest she and her friend might come back here between 5:00 and 6:00 and eat something then. I suppose they could. I don’t think I’ll try to prepare anything for them, but they’re 12. They can use a microwave.
I think I’m going to be taking a lot of Ativan between now and next Tuesday. I really don’t want to let myself get all the way to feeling physically terrible just to see whether or not it happens. I’m just not sure exactly what interval to use between doses. Most days, it doesn’t matter. I take one when I get up and one around bedtime. Today, though… I have to be at the school, in the middle of crowds, for about an hour and a half in the evening. That’s normally something for which I’d take an Ativan, but I took one about 8:30 this morning— Is 5:30 this afternoon too soon or is it fine? My original prescription, before the cancer, was one tablet a day, as needed. After my diagnosis, it went to two a day, again as needed, but the psychiatrist didn’t specify an interval. I suppose I should call and ask.
I asked Cordelia to remind me to get up when she left. She always comes in to hug me goodbye, so I figured that was a good time for her to do it. And she did. I still took about ten minutes to pry myself out of bed. That gave me enough time to find the washcloths I needed and to get the Domeboro soak going so that I could have it in place for half an hour before I needed to wash.
Today, I need to decide whether or not I’m going to my psychiatrist appointment on Friday. I’m still not sure. It might be a good idea, but it’s a considerable expenditure of energy, and it’s not like we’re going to change my medication just now. That waits until we find out what’s going on with tamoxifen, and I don’t even have an appointment scheduled for that yet. (I really want to know whether the tamoxifen will decrease my risk of breast cancer recurrence more than it will increase my risk of uterine cancer. Screening for uterine cancer is a lot more unpleasant than screening for breast cancer and isn’t something I can check on in any way on my own. I may be looking at this differently because I found the damned lump myself, months before it showed up on a mammogram.)
Scott was scheduled to go in early today. Fortunately, he didn’t end up having to because he didn’t get to bed until 10:30. He blamed me, but I feel that’s unfair. He knows that Tuesday is trash night and should have planned accordingly, and the load of laundry I asked him to put in took about three minutes. I did ask him to make a trip to the downtown library, but he added on an extra side trip to that so that it took twice as long as it needed to. Most of the time, he was just watching TV and playing games on his iPad. I can see him wanting time to relax, but I really think he should have gotten everything that needed doing done first and then should have turned everything off at about 8:30 even if Cordelia protested (she watches The Voice from 8:00 to 9:00).
I think I’m going to have to try to do household chores in the mornings, before treatment. That’s when I’m hurting the least and when I have the most energy. Nobody else is going to do the dishes, and, in spite of my specifically asking, Scott didn’t bring up my clean laundry yesterday. I also had to put the stuff he washed last night into the dryer (he remembered about doing that right after I turned off the light last night, and I told him I’d deal with it in the morning. I was pretty sure I had enough washcloths to deal with the morning Domeboro soak).
I need more ponytail holders. I lost my last one more than a week ago, and I keep forgetting to ask Scott to pick some up when he’s going to the store. It seems too trivial to merit sending him to the store specially. He’s already annoyed when I mention being out because he doesn’t get that the stupid things break or vanish very, very easily. It’s a miracle that I made the last one I had last four months.
I didn’t end up ordering that pizza for Expo tonight. I guess Cordelia will have to wait until after 7:00 to eat dinner. That’s not a huge deal as we often wait that long normally. She did suggest she and her friend might come back here between 5:00 and 6:00 and eat something then. I suppose they could. I don’t think I’ll try to prepare anything for them, but they’re 12. They can use a microwave.
I think I’m going to be taking a lot of Ativan between now and next Tuesday. I really don’t want to let myself get all the way to feeling physically terrible just to see whether or not it happens. I’m just not sure exactly what interval to use between doses. Most days, it doesn’t matter. I take one when I get up and one around bedtime. Today, though… I have to be at the school, in the middle of crowds, for about an hour and a half in the evening. That’s normally something for which I’d take an Ativan, but I took one about 8:30 this morning— Is 5:30 this afternoon too soon or is it fine? My original prescription, before the cancer, was one tablet a day, as needed. After my diagnosis, it went to two a day, again as needed, but the psychiatrist didn’t specify an interval. I suppose I should call and ask.
I asked Cordelia to remind me to get up when she left. She always comes in to hug me goodbye, so I figured that was a good time for her to do it. And she did. I still took about ten minutes to pry myself out of bed. That gave me enough time to find the washcloths I needed and to get the Domeboro soak going so that I could have it in place for half an hour before I needed to wash.
Today, I need to decide whether or not I’m going to my psychiatrist appointment on Friday. I’m still not sure. It might be a good idea, but it’s a considerable expenditure of energy, and it’s not like we’re going to change my medication just now. That waits until we find out what’s going on with tamoxifen, and I don’t even have an appointment scheduled for that yet. (I really want to know whether the tamoxifen will decrease my risk of breast cancer recurrence more than it will increase my risk of uterine cancer. Screening for uterine cancer is a lot more unpleasant than screening for breast cancer and isn’t something I can check on in any way on my own. I may be looking at this differently because I found the damned lump myself, months before it showed up on a mammogram.)
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Date: 2015-11-18 06:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-19 12:25 am (UTC)Scott found some on his way home from work today. He had to stop to pick up distilled water anyway.
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Date: 2015-11-19 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-18 07:13 pm (UTC)