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Oct. 29th, 2016 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckMy credit card company sent me an email asking me to confirm that it was actually me who used my card to pay for my cab rides Wednesday and yesterday. It just seems a very peculiar thing to question. Each ride was $11. Each ride was in the town where I live. It’s especially odd because they only questioned three of the four cab trips. I’m not sure why the fourth one was okay.
The nutritionist really has got it stuck in her head that I want to lose weight and that I don’t actually know what foods are a problem for me in terms of IBS. She was quite certain that, if I have such huge problems with inulin, I must have equally huge, identical problems with wheat. And, no, I really, really don’t. If I had that sort of problem with wheat, I would spend 90% of my time on the toilet. I very clearly have issues that relate to prolonged stress in that direction. The correlation is very, very strong. But, most of the time now that I don’t work, I’m not under that kind of stress.
She was also surprised when, at the end of the appointment, she looked at my A1c test results because, not having looked at them before, she hadn’t realized that I’m just barely over the line. She thought that some of the Zoloft side effects might actually be signs that my blood sugar was horrifically out of control until I pointed out that they started less than twenty four hours after the first dose of Zoloft. It could, of course, be coincidence, but… I’m very dubious of that kind of coincidence.
The genetics blood draw was pretty horrible. I drank sixteen ounces of water about ten minutes before I went into the clinic. I was hoping that would help, but it took two different people and three pokes to get enough blood, and all three sites have bruised spectacularly. I really wish that my left arm was an option, but having had lymph nodes out there means that I’m not supposed to have blood draws there, get shots there, or have a blood pressure cuff there.
I walked around the hospital a bit, both before and after, playing Ingress. I captured a bunch of portals, including a couple that I hadn’t before. I’m hoping that I can get Scott out for some Ingress this weekend, but dealing with the leaves will have to come first for him. Also, we need to look for a winter coat for Cordelia, one she approves of.
Cordelia and her friends did, in fact, make it through Grave of the Fireflies. A couple of them cried, and they were very quiet for the last forty or so minutes of the movie. We didn’t even hear when the other girls left. I don’t have the impression that they regretted watching it, but it’s hard to tell.
Scott’s brother and his family were thinking of coming to Michigan at Christmas time, but our sister-in-law has to work on the 26th, so they’d have to go home before that, and vacation for the local kids doesn’t start until the 23rd, so there’d be two days, at most, for the cousins to interact. The new plan is for them to come to Michigan next year and to go to our SIL’s family this year.
My Darkest Night Ex recipient commented a few hours ago, saying they liked the story. I hadn’t expected to hear from them because all signs pointed to some sort of prolonged, offline crisis taking up their mental resources.
I have decided that I’m stopping the Zoloft. I’m going to step down to 25 mg a day for a while and then stop altogether. One of the side effects has escalated to the point that I’m just not willing to deal with it. I don’t think it’s going to fade and stop happening, either, as it’s gotten worse. I’m going to email my psychiatrist about it. She won’t see that until Monday or Tuesday, but I don’t think it’s urgent.
Scott is off this weekend, so hopefully we’ll get some stuff done that needs doing.
Things for me and Scott to do together:
Shop for coat and gloves for Cordelia.
Find out if Cordelia has snow boots that fit (and are socially acceptable). Buy some if she doesn’t.
Change sheets.
Things for me to do on my own:
Yuletide fic.
UCon game.
Library stuff that can’t be renewed (two books and one DVD).
Call my brother.
Call my mother.
Get my winter coat out of the closet and find my gloves.
Things for Scott to do:
Leaves in front yard.
Grocery shopping.
UCon preparation for his games.
Things I want to do:
Nap.
Ingress.
The nutritionist really has got it stuck in her head that I want to lose weight and that I don’t actually know what foods are a problem for me in terms of IBS. She was quite certain that, if I have such huge problems with inulin, I must have equally huge, identical problems with wheat. And, no, I really, really don’t. If I had that sort of problem with wheat, I would spend 90% of my time on the toilet. I very clearly have issues that relate to prolonged stress in that direction. The correlation is very, very strong. But, most of the time now that I don’t work, I’m not under that kind of stress.
She was also surprised when, at the end of the appointment, she looked at my A1c test results because, not having looked at them before, she hadn’t realized that I’m just barely over the line. She thought that some of the Zoloft side effects might actually be signs that my blood sugar was horrifically out of control until I pointed out that they started less than twenty four hours after the first dose of Zoloft. It could, of course, be coincidence, but… I’m very dubious of that kind of coincidence.
The genetics blood draw was pretty horrible. I drank sixteen ounces of water about ten minutes before I went into the clinic. I was hoping that would help, but it took two different people and three pokes to get enough blood, and all three sites have bruised spectacularly. I really wish that my left arm was an option, but having had lymph nodes out there means that I’m not supposed to have blood draws there, get shots there, or have a blood pressure cuff there.
I walked around the hospital a bit, both before and after, playing Ingress. I captured a bunch of portals, including a couple that I hadn’t before. I’m hoping that I can get Scott out for some Ingress this weekend, but dealing with the leaves will have to come first for him. Also, we need to look for a winter coat for Cordelia, one she approves of.
Cordelia and her friends did, in fact, make it through Grave of the Fireflies. A couple of them cried, and they were very quiet for the last forty or so minutes of the movie. We didn’t even hear when the other girls left. I don’t have the impression that they regretted watching it, but it’s hard to tell.
Scott’s brother and his family were thinking of coming to Michigan at Christmas time, but our sister-in-law has to work on the 26th, so they’d have to go home before that, and vacation for the local kids doesn’t start until the 23rd, so there’d be two days, at most, for the cousins to interact. The new plan is for them to come to Michigan next year and to go to our SIL’s family this year.
My Darkest Night Ex recipient commented a few hours ago, saying they liked the story. I hadn’t expected to hear from them because all signs pointed to some sort of prolonged, offline crisis taking up their mental resources.
I have decided that I’m stopping the Zoloft. I’m going to step down to 25 mg a day for a while and then stop altogether. One of the side effects has escalated to the point that I’m just not willing to deal with it. I don’t think it’s going to fade and stop happening, either, as it’s gotten worse. I’m going to email my psychiatrist about it. She won’t see that until Monday or Tuesday, but I don’t think it’s urgent.
Scott is off this weekend, so hopefully we’ll get some stuff done that needs doing.
Things for me and Scott to do together:
Shop for coat and gloves for Cordelia.
Find out if Cordelia has snow boots that fit (and are socially acceptable). Buy some if she doesn’t.
Change sheets.
Things for me to do on my own:
Yuletide fic.
UCon game.
Library stuff that can’t be renewed (two books and one DVD).
Call my brother.
Call my mother.
Get my winter coat out of the closet and find my gloves.
Things for Scott to do:
Leaves in front yard.
Grocery shopping.
UCon preparation for his games.
Things I want to do:
Nap.
Ingress.
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Date: 2016-10-29 03:37 pm (UTC)I hate that finding the right medicine is such a tedious, awful chore.
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Date: 2016-10-29 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-29 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-30 01:22 am (UTC)But this card has never given me a hard time with things like hotel reservations which are a lot more expensive and unlikely.