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Nov. 6th, 2016 02:19 pmCordelia and Scott are out, seeing Doctor Strange now. Cordelia was surprised that Scott was going, too, even though he’d told her several times. The plan is for her to ride back and forth with her friend and sit with the other girl. Scott just wants to sit near so he can pretend he’s seeing the movie with someone instead of alone.
I wish I could go. I know Scott sees a lot fewer movies than he’d like to simply because I can’t and Cordelia won’t go with him. It’s just that none of us think the migraines are a good thing for me or that it’s worth paying for a movie ticket for me to sit with my eyes closed the whole time. I’m not even sure I could keep my eyes closed that long, especially when I’d keep thinking that peeking just once couldn’t hurt.
I’ve got a load of laundry in, and the dishwasher is running. I want to wash the bathmat, too, because that’s nasty. I just didn’t want to put it in with our clothes. I need to start a loaf of bread the next time I get up. We have three slices left from last week’s bread, so I can make a sandwich for Scott with that. I’m not sure what kind of bread to make. I made a whole wheat variation last week, but I don’t think it tasted good. My suspicion is that I have problems with bread because my mother, when she baked bread, added about three times as much salt as most of these recipes call for. Bread is one of the few things that I seem to need salt in. We don’t salt or butter our veggies or salt or sauce our meat most of the time.
It’s a little weird— Climbing stairs doesn’t make whatever is wrong with my left heel hurt. I guess all the movement there is in my knees. Going down is not as happy. The dratted thing has started aching when at rest. Definitely must call my doctor’s office tomorrow. This makes exercise very difficult. Walking is really the only good option I’ve got for that. (Swimming requires either paying $40+ for a cab and then the fee for pool access or walking more than I would normally and spending about an hour on bus lines I don’t know very well and still paying for pool access).
I wish I could go. I know Scott sees a lot fewer movies than he’d like to simply because I can’t and Cordelia won’t go with him. It’s just that none of us think the migraines are a good thing for me or that it’s worth paying for a movie ticket for me to sit with my eyes closed the whole time. I’m not even sure I could keep my eyes closed that long, especially when I’d keep thinking that peeking just once couldn’t hurt.
I’ve got a load of laundry in, and the dishwasher is running. I want to wash the bathmat, too, because that’s nasty. I just didn’t want to put it in with our clothes. I need to start a loaf of bread the next time I get up. We have three slices left from last week’s bread, so I can make a sandwich for Scott with that. I’m not sure what kind of bread to make. I made a whole wheat variation last week, but I don’t think it tasted good. My suspicion is that I have problems with bread because my mother, when she baked bread, added about three times as much salt as most of these recipes call for. Bread is one of the few things that I seem to need salt in. We don’t salt or butter our veggies or salt or sauce our meat most of the time.
It’s a little weird— Climbing stairs doesn’t make whatever is wrong with my left heel hurt. I guess all the movement there is in my knees. Going down is not as happy. The dratted thing has started aching when at rest. Definitely must call my doctor’s office tomorrow. This makes exercise very difficult. Walking is really the only good option I’ve got for that. (Swimming requires either paying $40+ for a cab and then the fee for pool access or walking more than I would normally and spending about an hour on bus lines I don’t know very well and still paying for pool access).
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Date: 2016-11-07 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-07 06:58 pm (UTC)I am not on a low sodium diet, so I don't monitor how much I have. I just happen not to use a vast amount of added salt. Most things have more than enough for me.