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Dec. 23rd, 2015 05:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckScott is not working tomorrow. That means I actually have to decide whether or not I’m up to 8-10 hours away from home, without opportunity to put anything on my skin during that time. The radiation oncology people have not gotten back to me today, and, given the time now, I don’t expect they will at all which is fairly frustrating.
The usual way of things is for us to head up there some time between noon and 2:00. There’s generally game playing, and in the years when there’s snow, the kids sled. Well Cordelia often doesn’t because she wants to put on her dressy clothes before leaving home so as not have to mess with changing at her grandparents’ house.
There’s pizza for dinner, carryout, which is complicated incredibly by the various dietary restrictions and preferences. There are nine of us, and five of us have dietary restrictions that affect what we can have. Scott’s the only one for whom it’s potentially lethal, but we all have reason to be careful.
After the pizza (there may or may not be a salad, too), we have a birthday cake, complete with singing happy birthday to baby Jesus. Then the kids open a present apiece and empty the stockings their grandparents put together for them (these are normal knee socks, so they don’t hold as much as a traditional Christmas stocking).
Finally, we go to church. Where we go depends on timing. The main things are that we want to be home by 9:00 if it’s remotely possible and that it be a Methodist church. We have an hour long drive to get home. The reason for the deadline is that Scott and I still have 2-4 hours worth of stuff to do, depending on what’s been done in advance. For this year, nothing’s been done in advance. I don’t know where Scott’s been putting the presents for Cordelia (or if they’ve arrived or not. He’s been complaining that Amazon Prime isn’t getting Amazon to ship when they should and that things he needs have not yet arrived).
Going to church leaves me pretty wrecked due to the agoraphobia. I need to remember to take an Ativan and see if that helps at all. Maybe, if it does, I won’t end up crashing at 11 tomorrow night with a headache and leaving Scott with all of that work to do alone.
The usual way of things is for us to head up there some time between noon and 2:00. There’s generally game playing, and in the years when there’s snow, the kids sled. Well Cordelia often doesn’t because she wants to put on her dressy clothes before leaving home so as not have to mess with changing at her grandparents’ house.
There’s pizza for dinner, carryout, which is complicated incredibly by the various dietary restrictions and preferences. There are nine of us, and five of us have dietary restrictions that affect what we can have. Scott’s the only one for whom it’s potentially lethal, but we all have reason to be careful.
After the pizza (there may or may not be a salad, too), we have a birthday cake, complete with singing happy birthday to baby Jesus. Then the kids open a present apiece and empty the stockings their grandparents put together for them (these are normal knee socks, so they don’t hold as much as a traditional Christmas stocking).
Finally, we go to church. Where we go depends on timing. The main things are that we want to be home by 9:00 if it’s remotely possible and that it be a Methodist church. We have an hour long drive to get home. The reason for the deadline is that Scott and I still have 2-4 hours worth of stuff to do, depending on what’s been done in advance. For this year, nothing’s been done in advance. I don’t know where Scott’s been putting the presents for Cordelia (or if they’ve arrived or not. He’s been complaining that Amazon Prime isn’t getting Amazon to ship when they should and that things he needs have not yet arrived).
Going to church leaves me pretty wrecked due to the agoraphobia. I need to remember to take an Ativan and see if that helps at all. Maybe, if it does, I won’t end up crashing at 11 tomorrow night with a headache and leaving Scott with all of that work to do alone.
