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Mar. 27th, 2016 03:03 pmI got the green beans ready to go, but by the time Scott started packing the car, the headache had grown considerably and brought along nausea to play, so I ended up staying home. Scott thinks that this is anxiety more than anything else, but he didn’t pressure me to go. In fact, he was the first to say that I should stay home.
I really want to be there for Cordelia (and for Scott), but I couldn’t tolerate the brightness when Cordelia opened the front door to go outside. I’ve taken all the meds I can (Tylenol, Amerge, Ativan, and extra coffee), and they’re not helping, so I think what I need to do is to sleep. After I nap for a couple of hours, I’ll see about calling people about possible rides tomorrow. We can fall back on a cab, of course, but a ride would be nice.
Hm. Cordelia didn’t take her phone or her iPad with her. There’s no wifi where they’re going, but she could still have done some things to keep herself entertained.
Oh, damn! I gave Cordelia the wrong medication. It was ten minutes before time, and I went straight for the ibuprofen rather than for the Tylenol. I’m really not sure what to do about that. I don’t think it will do her any harm, but it screws up the schedule which in turn makes the permission slip from the pediatrician be for the wrong medication. I’d bang my head, but that would make staying conscious long enough to post this even harder.
I really want to be there for Cordelia (and for Scott), but I couldn’t tolerate the brightness when Cordelia opened the front door to go outside. I’ve taken all the meds I can (Tylenol, Amerge, Ativan, and extra coffee), and they’re not helping, so I think what I need to do is to sleep. After I nap for a couple of hours, I’ll see about calling people about possible rides tomorrow. We can fall back on a cab, of course, but a ride would be nice.
Hm. Cordelia didn’t take her phone or her iPad with her. There’s no wifi where they’re going, but she could still have done some things to keep herself entertained.
Oh, damn! I gave Cordelia the wrong medication. It was ten minutes before time, and I went straight for the ibuprofen rather than for the Tylenol. I’m really not sure what to do about that. I don’t think it will do her any harm, but it screws up the schedule which in turn makes the permission slip from the pediatrician be for the wrong medication. I’d bang my head, but that would make staying conscious long enough to post this even harder.
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