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Mar. 17th, 2016 01:10 pmThe day is not improving. ::sighs:: It’s all minor stuff, but I feel like it’s piling on. I just cut my finger. It’s not a big cut, but it’s bleeding like crazy. It took me ten minutes to get a bandaid on it because Scott thinks that a first aid kit that takes two hands and flat surface to open is the most efficient place to store bandaids. I have been arguing that one with him for the last two or three years. He bought the kit when he was coaching Rec & Ed soccer, and it was a good thing to have then, but he wants it to be useful in the house now, and it isn’t.
The other relatively trivial thing is that I just got the disability confirmation paperwork from the folks who oversee my long term disability from my former employer. Once a year, I have to have my psychiatrist fill out a bunch of forms to say, "Yep, still disabled." If I’d thought about it, I’d have known it was coming because it’s that time of year. It’s just that now I have to figure out how to get the paperwork to my psychiatrist’s office. I expect it’ll come down to a cab, but I’m annoyed by that because the round trip will be between $20 and $30 for a ten minute errand. Our scanner is kind of cranky and doesn’t play well with my laptop (it shrinks everything down to about a third of the size of the original and won’t let me edit the documents), or I’d see if going that way via email was acceptable. I suppose I can see if Scott can do it…
I’m trying to figure out the timing for making bread so that it’s in the machine by 1:30, doesn’t start baking until after 5:00, but is still done before 7:00. The bread machine cycle for a standard loaf is three hours and forty five minutes. It is possible to delay starting, but I’d have to figure out how without a manual available (there’s probably one online, I suppose…). Basically, if the bread’s not in the machine before the cleaning lady arrives, it will be 4:00 before I can start it, and we need it to be done and out and cool enough to slice and stick in baggies by 8:30. Our cleaning lady fasts on Thursdays, so I don’t want to have bread actively baking while she’s here, not unless there’s really and truly no way to avoid it.
And I’m not even halfway through the bag of junk in the basement. I told the cleaning lady I’d be done by the time she arrived today, and I haven’t managed it. I probably have enough stuff sorted out to be donated that it would be worth bringing it upstairs for a bleach and hot water bath, but I don’t want to try to do that until the cut on my finger stops leaking.
At least I got the laundry in. Go me.
The other relatively trivial thing is that I just got the disability confirmation paperwork from the folks who oversee my long term disability from my former employer. Once a year, I have to have my psychiatrist fill out a bunch of forms to say, "Yep, still disabled." If I’d thought about it, I’d have known it was coming because it’s that time of year. It’s just that now I have to figure out how to get the paperwork to my psychiatrist’s office. I expect it’ll come down to a cab, but I’m annoyed by that because the round trip will be between $20 and $30 for a ten minute errand. Our scanner is kind of cranky and doesn’t play well with my laptop (it shrinks everything down to about a third of the size of the original and won’t let me edit the documents), or I’d see if going that way via email was acceptable. I suppose I can see if Scott can do it…
I’m trying to figure out the timing for making bread so that it’s in the machine by 1:30, doesn’t start baking until after 5:00, but is still done before 7:00. The bread machine cycle for a standard loaf is three hours and forty five minutes. It is possible to delay starting, but I’d have to figure out how without a manual available (there’s probably one online, I suppose…). Basically, if the bread’s not in the machine before the cleaning lady arrives, it will be 4:00 before I can start it, and we need it to be done and out and cool enough to slice and stick in baggies by 8:30. Our cleaning lady fasts on Thursdays, so I don’t want to have bread actively baking while she’s here, not unless there’s really and truly no way to avoid it.
And I’m not even halfway through the bag of junk in the basement. I told the cleaning lady I’d be done by the time she arrived today, and I haven’t managed it. I probably have enough stuff sorted out to be donated that it would be worth bringing it upstairs for a bleach and hot water bath, but I don’t want to try to do that until the cut on my finger stops leaking.
At least I got the laundry in. Go me.
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Date: 2016-03-17 05:15 pm (UTC)Yay laundry! I...should go fold mine.
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Date: 2016-03-17 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-17 06:40 pm (UTC)Nod.
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Date: 2016-03-17 09:09 pm (UTC)The thing is that, even though much of it lasts for a long time, most first aid supplies can go bad eventually, so just because it's in the kit doesn't mean that it's somehow still usable.
Is there a reason why you can't have the kit somewhere in case of emergencies that don't involve you having to use just them, and still get a small box of bandaids to have on hand? Or pull out some of the bandaids in the kit and put them somewhere convenient?
My mom's family is obsessed with 91% rubbing alcohol (which I'm sure I've mentioned somewhere on DW before), so I've got several bottles going in each of the bathrooms in the house (and one in the garage where most of my tools are). I also prefer cloth bandaids to the plastic ones (they breathe better and are generally more comfortable for me), and since most kits don't come with the cloth ones I just don't bother with premade kits.
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Date: 2016-03-17 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-17 05:23 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2016-03-17 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-17 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-18 03:05 am (UTC)Getting laundry in was life's way of saying: you're going to be okay.