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Feb. 9th, 2016 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I had more reflux trouble last night, but I realized this morning that the problem was not what I ate but rather the fact that I completely forgot my bedtime medications. My body is used to ranitidine at bedtime, and not taking it has predictable consequences. (I also missed my Tamoxifen and Singulair. I think it’s reasonable to take those now given that it’s about fifteen hours to when I’ll take them next.)
Unfortunately, this means two nights in a row of less sleep than I would normally get, so I’m kind of dragging at the moment. I’ve got an hour before I need to call the cab to get to PT, and I’m seriously considering more coffee. I got four or five hours of sleep Sunday into Monday (depending on how one counts the hour while Cordelia was getting ready for school when I tend to be half to three quarters awake but still in bed) and five or six hours of sleep last night.
Scott had an awful day at work yesterday. He came home, sat down, and fell asleep. If I hadn’t prepared dinner, there wouldn’t have been food until after the point when I could safely eat. I browned some ground turkey and added Alfredo sauce. We used that to make sloppy Joes, and I found a package of sugar snap peas that we could eat without cooking.
I actually have no idea what I did with my day yesterday. Time passed somehow, a lot faster than I expected it to, and I have no idea where it went. I’m sure I did something with it, but… Well.
I’m trying to decide what to do about clothes for PT. I’ve been wearing thin nightgowns under the compression pad and bra, and the shortest nightgown I’ve got comes down to mid-thigh, so it’s quite visible that I’m wearing something of the sort, even when I have a shirt on over everything. So I’m weighing the moderate increase in comfort versus the definite odd appearance in terms of how I’d be dressed. I’m not sure how much I care that people in the PT waiting room will see me dressed strangely. Going through the hospital on the way to and from my appointment, I’ll have a coat on that comes down nearly to my ankles, so what I’m wearing will be less obvious.
Unfortunately, this means two nights in a row of less sleep than I would normally get, so I’m kind of dragging at the moment. I’ve got an hour before I need to call the cab to get to PT, and I’m seriously considering more coffee. I got four or five hours of sleep Sunday into Monday (depending on how one counts the hour while Cordelia was getting ready for school when I tend to be half to three quarters awake but still in bed) and five or six hours of sleep last night.
Scott had an awful day at work yesterday. He came home, sat down, and fell asleep. If I hadn’t prepared dinner, there wouldn’t have been food until after the point when I could safely eat. I browned some ground turkey and added Alfredo sauce. We used that to make sloppy Joes, and I found a package of sugar snap peas that we could eat without cooking.
I actually have no idea what I did with my day yesterday. Time passed somehow, a lot faster than I expected it to, and I have no idea where it went. I’m sure I did something with it, but… Well.
I’m trying to decide what to do about clothes for PT. I’ve been wearing thin nightgowns under the compression pad and bra, and the shortest nightgown I’ve got comes down to mid-thigh, so it’s quite visible that I’m wearing something of the sort, even when I have a shirt on over everything. So I’m weighing the moderate increase in comfort versus the definite odd appearance in terms of how I’d be dressed. I’m not sure how much I care that people in the PT waiting room will see me dressed strangely. Going through the hospital on the way to and from my appointment, I’ll have a coat on that comes down nearly to my ankles, so what I’m wearing will be less obvious.
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Date: 2016-02-10 07:30 pm (UTC)I know that it's not easy to find clothes right now, but it just occurred to me that if you had a nightgown that fit that you could kind of make a camisole out of that.
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Date: 2016-02-10 11:50 pm (UTC)Hm. Looking at men's undershirts... I have no idea what size I'd need, and something big enough to handle my breasts might be too big/likely to bunch up to go under the pad and bra.
Cuddle Duds only seem to go up to XL (and are very expensive at that size). I might be able to wear an XL, but I also might not (and not, for something tight, is the way to bet).
I'll have to ask my MIL about cutting down a nightgown. They're tricot which is pretty hard to work with from what I understand. I don't think Scott could do it even if he had the time to try, and I don't know how to use a sewing machine.
Anything thicker than tricot would be too thick to work. With tricot, even if it bunches up under the pad, it's not painful.
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Date: 2016-02-11 04:49 pm (UTC)But we've exhausted most of my sewing knowledge right there. I make pillows and I can handsew. I can do piping, basic repair, and I'm trying to commit to making a simple quilt someday. Winter months would be best for that.