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[the_rck]

I see my gastroenterologist today. I’m not looking forward to it because I expect her to pressure me to have surgery that I don’t want and don’t think is a good idea. I’m not sure how I’ll be getting to the appointment. I might take the bus, or I might get a ride from Scott’s parents, depending on when they come down our way and when they leave. I need to get to Taubman around 1:00 so that I can arrive at the specific clinic by 1:15. If I take the bus, I need to leave here at noon.

I took an Ativan last night because recent experience suggested that it was likely to do me more good then than this morning. I’ve tended to sleep badly the nights before appointments and to dream about failing to hear my alarm and/or somehow screwing up getting to the appointment. I didn’t have that problem last night, and I pretty much slept through. I may still take an Ativan before I go out, but I’m not sure yet.

Scott’s parents’ current plan is to arrive any moment now and spend two hours doing yard work. I’m not sure what they’re going to do, but I want to ask them to see about pulling up all the trees starting to grow near the house before they can wreck the foundation. Any other yard work… Well, I’m sure there are things that would be nice but that aren’t strictly necessary. Scott’s father will probably insist on mowing the lawn. If Scott had remembered that his parents were going to come down, he’d have done it on Monday or yesterday, but he didn’t remember until they emailed him last night.

I made spinach bean soup on Monday and completely forgot to put any seasoning in. It’s not terrible, but it is very, very bland. Salt and some rosemary or dill would have helped considerably. I’m trying to decide if I should eat before I head out for my appointment or take food with me. Eating at 11:00 will be kind of early, but I don’t expect I’ll be home before 3:00, so I don’t want to wait. Packing a lunch, however, puts some constraints on me

The problem I’m having in going through Cordelia’s room is that I’ve run out of things that obviously need to go. There’s still a lot that I would get rid of, but I’m not her, and I don’t know what stories she attaches to the various bits and pieces. I know she doesn’t want old coloring books or old math homework or empty cardboard boxes, but other stuff is harder to classify. Does she want old birthday and Christmas cards? Did she make this drawing or did someone else? And either way, does she still want it? I could take the fact that it’s folded up and at the bottom of a bag of junk in a corner of her room as proof that she doesn’t want it, but those bags were mostly filled by our cleaning lady without input from Cordelia.

I wanted to throw out the foam and plastic leg brace they gave Cordelia at the ER, but she thinks we need to keep it in case she hurts herself again. I really don’t think so. First, because I don’t think she’s going to dislocate her knee again soon and, second, because she wore the dratted thing, day and night, for three or four weeks with it directly touching her skin. It’s got to be filthy. Ah, well. It’s in the hall closet now, so at least it’s no longer on the floor in Cordelia’s room.

The books I ordered for Scott for Father’s Day are in. I just have to get Cordelia to walk over and get them. I paid upfront, so it should just be a walk without any other fuss. I’m just not sure when she’ll be willing to do it. I emailed her last night to ask, but she didn’t get back to me.

I’ve been watching some of Joan Hickson’s Miss Marple stuff and have liked it better than Geraldine McEwan’s stuff. I don’t think it’s entirely a difference between the actresses. The Hickson stuff differentiates the characters better, well enough that I almost never lose track of who is who and how they relate to other characters.

I spent a good bit of time yesterday searching the house (mostly the basement) for a particular box of stuff that I want to sort and put away. I’ve figured out a place to put the contents where I’ll be able to find things as I need them, but I can’t find the box in question. I’m 90% certain that Scott took it into the basement, but the box I thought was it turned out to hold books (which I have now shelved, so that box is gone). I really have no idea at all where the box I want could be. The basement is a lot tidier than it was, so there aren’t as many places where it could be.

Comments

[dancingdragon3.livejournal.com]

I hope the appointment goes well today. And that the doc doesn't try to convince you to do a surgery if that's not what you want. It's your body.

That sounds like a stuff you have to go through. I can say, I'd love to still have birthday cards from when I was a kid. But I'm very sentimental. Good luck choosing/cleaning!

[the_rck]

It's hard for me to judge what Cordelia might want later. Right now, I'm tending to keep the cards that have more than just a signature. Scott's sister tends to send cards for things like 4th of July and Memorial Day.

We didn't end up talking about surgery, thank goodness.

[ramenkuri.livejournal.com]

I agree, I think you can throw away the foam and plastic leg brace. Cordelia can always get another one if she needs one.

[the_rck]

Cordelia sort of freaked out at the idea of throwing it out. She's fairly convinced that she might suddenly need it again. I've shoved it in the hall closet for now. Maybe we can get rid of it six months from now.

[(Anonymous)]

Ah. Fingers crossed!