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Dec. 14th, 2015 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI got up earlier than I wanted to this morning. I woke about 4:00 and never really got back to sleep. This time, it was because I was achy and couldn’t find a comfortable position in which to lie. Part of my brain was convinced that lying on my left side (which hurts the burns on my breast) would solve the achiness problem. I know perfectly well that that’s not true, but because I couldn’t try it and prove to myself that I still ached then, I kept really wanting to roll over. But seriously— If my legs ache horribly while I’m on my right side and while I’m on my back, why on earth would lying on my left side help?
Scott tried to persuade himself (and me) last night that he was going to be okay to go to work today. Then the ibuprofen wore off. I got him to call in last night and leave a message so that he wouldn’t have to get up at 5:00 to call in and leave a message. I think his hesitation was mostly that he wanted to think that he’d be well enough this morning to go in anyway.
He’s still asleep now. He got up around 6:00 to take more painkillers. I think he refilled his bi-PAP reservoir then, too. I hope he did, anyway, because it wouldn’t have lasted much past 7:00 if he didn’t. That it’s almost 10:00 with him still in bed means that he probably did refill it. Either that or he’s so out of it from the painkillers that he’s not noticing the dry air. I am a little concerned because he noted yesterday evening that, although he was drinking lots and lots of water, very little of it was actually moving through his system. That doesn’t seem like a good sign. If it’s still true today, I’m going to make him call his doctor.
I was up before Cordelia left for school. When that happens, I can’t help fussing a little and reminding her to take all of the things that she has never once forgotten to take with her. She called me on that this morning, and I laughed. I’ll have to find something else to do on the rare occasions when I get up with her.
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evalerie took me and Cordelia to the library yesterday, around 5:00. I was surprised that Cordelia wanted to come. She didn’t have any books waiting, wasn’t going to have time to browse, and pretty much never goes with Scott to the library on an ordinary weekend. Scott and I did end up finishing watching Kingsman before the library trip. We weren’t sure we would, but the timing worked out because the concert evalerie went to ran about half an hour longer than she’d expected.
I made potato soup from a mix for us all for dinner. I feel accomplished about that, even if it is a very small thing. I stood at the stove for fifteen minutes, and I haven’t done that in many, many months. Maybe I will be able to make Christmas porridge (although that involves standing at the stove for over an hour, so I don’t know).
Cordelia is counting down days until vacation starts. She’s looking forward to staying up late, reading, and then sleeping in. She says she’s sure she’ll wake up early all through the first week because of how her internal clock is. I guess she’ll get to the point of sleeping in just in time to need to go back to getting up at 7:00.
My parents are driving up to Michigan some time later this week. My mother says they have some renovation projects that will keep them busy at first, something about kitchen cabinets. She also noted that my step-father owns neither boots nor gloves and that her own boots are only ankle high. There’s currently no snow in that part of the state, but that’s not likely to last. Lawton is in the area that gets lake effect snow, and that could happen any time.
I’m actually hoping that it does get seasonably cold and snowy while they’re up here. My step-father has stated that he wants them to move back to Michigan when he retires. They currently live in Baton Rouge, and they haven’t lived anywhere really cold in about twenty years (they were in Tennessee for about ten years before moving further south). I’m not sure he remembers what it’s like. I don’t want them to commit to living up here year round only to find out they can no longer handle the winters. I know my mother is worried about it.
I can see his reasoning, from a social perspective. My brother (my step-father’s only biological child) is in Kalamazoo, less than half an hour away, and Scott, Cordelia and I are in Ann Arbor, only about two hours away. I also think that a lot of their friends from when I was in high school thirty years ago are still in the area and that they haven’t really made those sorts of friends anywhere they’ve lived since. They also have a strong preference for small town living. The place they’ve bought is in town and within walking distance of things like a small grocery store.
Scott tried to persuade himself (and me) last night that he was going to be okay to go to work today. Then the ibuprofen wore off. I got him to call in last night and leave a message so that he wouldn’t have to get up at 5:00 to call in and leave a message. I think his hesitation was mostly that he wanted to think that he’d be well enough this morning to go in anyway.
He’s still asleep now. He got up around 6:00 to take more painkillers. I think he refilled his bi-PAP reservoir then, too. I hope he did, anyway, because it wouldn’t have lasted much past 7:00 if he didn’t. That it’s almost 10:00 with him still in bed means that he probably did refill it. Either that or he’s so out of it from the painkillers that he’s not noticing the dry air. I am a little concerned because he noted yesterday evening that, although he was drinking lots and lots of water, very little of it was actually moving through his system. That doesn’t seem like a good sign. If it’s still true today, I’m going to make him call his doctor.
I was up before Cordelia left for school. When that happens, I can’t help fussing a little and reminding her to take all of the things that she has never once forgotten to take with her. She called me on that this morning, and I laughed. I’ll have to find something else to do on the rare occasions when I get up with her.
evalerie took me and Cordelia to the library yesterday, around 5:00. I was surprised that Cordelia wanted to come. She didn’t have any books waiting, wasn’t going to have time to browse, and pretty much never goes with Scott to the library on an ordinary weekend. Scott and I did end up finishing watching Kingsman before the library trip. We weren’t sure we would, but the timing worked out because the concert evalerie went to ran about half an hour longer than she’d expected.I made potato soup from a mix for us all for dinner. I feel accomplished about that, even if it is a very small thing. I stood at the stove for fifteen minutes, and I haven’t done that in many, many months. Maybe I will be able to make Christmas porridge (although that involves standing at the stove for over an hour, so I don’t know).
Cordelia is counting down days until vacation starts. She’s looking forward to staying up late, reading, and then sleeping in. She says she’s sure she’ll wake up early all through the first week because of how her internal clock is. I guess she’ll get to the point of sleeping in just in time to need to go back to getting up at 7:00.
My parents are driving up to Michigan some time later this week. My mother says they have some renovation projects that will keep them busy at first, something about kitchen cabinets. She also noted that my step-father owns neither boots nor gloves and that her own boots are only ankle high. There’s currently no snow in that part of the state, but that’s not likely to last. Lawton is in the area that gets lake effect snow, and that could happen any time.
I’m actually hoping that it does get seasonably cold and snowy while they’re up here. My step-father has stated that he wants them to move back to Michigan when he retires. They currently live in Baton Rouge, and they haven’t lived anywhere really cold in about twenty years (they were in Tennessee for about ten years before moving further south). I’m not sure he remembers what it’s like. I don’t want them to commit to living up here year round only to find out they can no longer handle the winters. I know my mother is worried about it.
I can see his reasoning, from a social perspective. My brother (my step-father’s only biological child) is in Kalamazoo, less than half an hour away, and Scott, Cordelia and I are in Ann Arbor, only about two hours away. I also think that a lot of their friends from when I was in high school thirty years ago are still in the area and that they haven’t really made those sorts of friends anywhere they’ve lived since. They also have a strong preference for small town living. The place they’ve bought is in town and within walking distance of things like a small grocery store.
