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Dec. 11th, 2015 11:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI’m not sure what happened with yesterday. It’s not like I was all that busy, but somehow, when I looked up, it was nearly 10:30 and time to head for bed. I definitely meant to write a real post. It just never happened.
I had my two week checkup with a radiology nurse yesterday. She said I’m healing well and gave me permission to use regular lotion on the parts of my breast that are mostly healed. She also said I can use hydrocortisone for the bits that itch. Sadly, we don’t have any, so I haven’t been able to do that yet. I’m hoping Scott will pick some up tonight, but he may wait until tomorrow. I don’t think he sees it as urgent in the least.
The nurse said that I’ve still got extra fluid in my left breast but that that will pass eventually. She said that’s why parts of it are hard and that’s why it still looks the same size as my right breast. It will be a bit smaller once everything heals.
The cabs to and from the appointment came promptly which was nice, but both drivers, on hearing the street address from the dispatcher, assumed I was our neighbor whose son used to work for the company as a dispatcher. Mainly that meant that the cab to the appointment pulled into our neighbor’s driveway instead of ours. He offered to move when he realized, but that bit of lawn is even, and the ground is dry with no bit of snow, so I didn’t see the point. It was only about ten feet. Our neighbor did come to the door, but I don’t think she was bothered by the whole thing beyond being curious. I’m pretty sure she figured out what had happened as soon as she saw me and the cab.
Yesterday, Cordelia turned off the fan in our bedroom while she was sitting in there, reading. (She does that on Thursdays to avoid being in the way when the cleaning lady is working. That’s the one room the cleaning lady never touches.) I didn’t have Scott turn it back on, and I really should have. I think I mainly didn’t because I was really cold right at that moment. That didn’t last. I ended up with unpleasant dreams about being trapped, and I woke up, feeling far too warm, only to end up chilled by the time Scott got up.
On the bright side, I’m pretty sure that the tamoxifen isn’t going to give me migraines when I end up short of sleep (I feel like I should knock wood). I’ve had a couple of bad nights since starting it, nights that would have given me migraines when I was taking oral contraceptives, and haven’t had a migraine yet. I thought, yesterday morning when Scott got up, that I was starting one, but it didn’t materialize. If it had, I’m sure it would have had more to do with anxiety about having to leave the house later in the day.
Wednesday, we ended up not having our usual game session. The GM was exhausted and wanted to stay home, and I didn’t really feel like I could face an evening of wearing a shirt. I can do that more comfortably now than I could last week, but it’s still not something I’m eager to do.
The next thing I’m going to do is to pull out my book of baby names and try to come up with names for some characters. The story I want to write is vaguely to a fandom I know mostly by osmosis and to a fandom I know a bit better, but I don’t think it works at all unless I change the backstory enough that it wouldn’t really be that fandom. It also requires changing a bunch of the supporting characters, not completely beyond being recognizable but beyond what I’m comfortable with in terms of keeping the names. I have no idea if I’ll ever do much with this, let alone post any of it, but it’s been nagging at me for at least a week and a half, so doing something about it seems sensible, but I can’t even make notes unless I have names.
I want to talk to someone about the story/world building, but I can’t think who. This is a dark idea, and I think it mangles the source fandoms. I don’t know.
I had my two week checkup with a radiology nurse yesterday. She said I’m healing well and gave me permission to use regular lotion on the parts of my breast that are mostly healed. She also said I can use hydrocortisone for the bits that itch. Sadly, we don’t have any, so I haven’t been able to do that yet. I’m hoping Scott will pick some up tonight, but he may wait until tomorrow. I don’t think he sees it as urgent in the least.
The nurse said that I’ve still got extra fluid in my left breast but that that will pass eventually. She said that’s why parts of it are hard and that’s why it still looks the same size as my right breast. It will be a bit smaller once everything heals.
The cabs to and from the appointment came promptly which was nice, but both drivers, on hearing the street address from the dispatcher, assumed I was our neighbor whose son used to work for the company as a dispatcher. Mainly that meant that the cab to the appointment pulled into our neighbor’s driveway instead of ours. He offered to move when he realized, but that bit of lawn is even, and the ground is dry with no bit of snow, so I didn’t see the point. It was only about ten feet. Our neighbor did come to the door, but I don’t think she was bothered by the whole thing beyond being curious. I’m pretty sure she figured out what had happened as soon as she saw me and the cab.
Yesterday, Cordelia turned off the fan in our bedroom while she was sitting in there, reading. (She does that on Thursdays to avoid being in the way when the cleaning lady is working. That’s the one room the cleaning lady never touches.) I didn’t have Scott turn it back on, and I really should have. I think I mainly didn’t because I was really cold right at that moment. That didn’t last. I ended up with unpleasant dreams about being trapped, and I woke up, feeling far too warm, only to end up chilled by the time Scott got up.
On the bright side, I’m pretty sure that the tamoxifen isn’t going to give me migraines when I end up short of sleep (I feel like I should knock wood). I’ve had a couple of bad nights since starting it, nights that would have given me migraines when I was taking oral contraceptives, and haven’t had a migraine yet. I thought, yesterday morning when Scott got up, that I was starting one, but it didn’t materialize. If it had, I’m sure it would have had more to do with anxiety about having to leave the house later in the day.
Wednesday, we ended up not having our usual game session. The GM was exhausted and wanted to stay home, and I didn’t really feel like I could face an evening of wearing a shirt. I can do that more comfortably now than I could last week, but it’s still not something I’m eager to do.
The next thing I’m going to do is to pull out my book of baby names and try to come up with names for some characters. The story I want to write is vaguely to a fandom I know mostly by osmosis and to a fandom I know a bit better, but I don’t think it works at all unless I change the backstory enough that it wouldn’t really be that fandom. It also requires changing a bunch of the supporting characters, not completely beyond being recognizable but beyond what I’m comfortable with in terms of keeping the names. I have no idea if I’ll ever do much with this, let alone post any of it, but it’s been nagging at me for at least a week and a half, so doing something about it seems sensible, but I can’t even make notes unless I have names.
I want to talk to someone about the story/world building, but I can’t think who. This is a dark idea, and I think it mangles the source fandoms. I don’t know.
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Date: 2015-12-12 01:12 am (UTC)