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Mar. 15th, 2016 03:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI have finally received the packet for the genetic counseling service at the cancer center. I have to fill it out and return it before they’ll schedule to see me. I’m looking at it and not even wanting to open it. I just feel so very, very tired, and I know that filling the forms out will require a lot of phone calls and asking questions of people who would rather not talk about this stuff.
Scott forgot to get me more coffee creamer yesterday even though I asked, so I had to use almond milk and stevia this morning. Almond milk really doesn’t do what I need in terms of cutting the coffee. Using it tastes pretty much the same as adding extra water, and I seem to need that aspect of the creamer more than I need the sweetness.
I took the trash out and discovered that Scott had once again emptied the recycling into the trash bin instead of the recycling bin. The bins are deep enough and heavy enough that there’s really no way I can pull that stuff out to move it. I could probably tip the thing over on its side and crawl inside, but… Not only do I not want to crawl inside, but I also couldn’t get the thing upright again after, not without help. I have no idea how often Scott puts the recycling in the trash bin because I don’t generally take either trash or recycling out. I know he doesn’t intend to, and that it’s not that he doesn’t care. It’s most likely that he’s very tired and is going out there in the dark. The light blue recycling bin and the dark blue trash bin (and the brown compostables bin) look very much alike in the light from the porch.
At least the house smells better now.
Scott forgot to get me more coffee creamer yesterday even though I asked, so I had to use almond milk and stevia this morning. Almond milk really doesn’t do what I need in terms of cutting the coffee. Using it tastes pretty much the same as adding extra water, and I seem to need that aspect of the creamer more than I need the sweetness.
I took the trash out and discovered that Scott had once again emptied the recycling into the trash bin instead of the recycling bin. The bins are deep enough and heavy enough that there’s really no way I can pull that stuff out to move it. I could probably tip the thing over on its side and crawl inside, but… Not only do I not want to crawl inside, but I also couldn’t get the thing upright again after, not without help. I have no idea how often Scott puts the recycling in the trash bin because I don’t generally take either trash or recycling out. I know he doesn’t intend to, and that it’s not that he doesn’t care. It’s most likely that he’s very tired and is going out there in the dark. The light blue recycling bin and the dark blue trash bin (and the brown compostables bin) look very much alike in the light from the porch.
At least the house smells better now.
