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Jul. 19th, 2009 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckFriday ended up getting crazy(ish) again. Scott's parents got home a bit after 3:30. Scott escaped work a little after 4:00. Scott's parents decided to drive me and Cordelia home. This proved a good decision because Scott still hadn't gotten near home by 4:30, and the trip home usually isn't more than half an hour.
Going south, the traffic was lighter, but the radio told us there was a huge backup down near our exit (a gravel truck across one side of the 23/14 interchange). That led to us taking back roads for about half the trip but was still better than what Scott would have faced going north.
Rather than let Scott's parents deal with the north bound traffic at 6:00, we decided to get dinner at Applebee's. I made the mistake of ordering a salad with grilled shrimp and spent the next few hours cursing the spices on the shrimp. The restaurant was also very, very cold. I think Scott was the only one who was really comfortable.
When we got home, I was ready to fall over with exhaustion, but we still had to wrestle the girl into bed. Given that Squishy Pooh Bear got left at Scott's parents' place, the going to bed was something I'd been dreading. It went...better than expected actually. Cordelia was calmed by promises that she'd get the bear back on Saturday.
I'd taken vicodin for about four days at the beginning of the trip and hadn't had a bowel movement the whole time. I'd been eating prunes in hopes of moving things along, but nothing happened. When we got home from Applebee's, I drank about a cup of prune juice. An hour later, things were moving much faster than I wanted.
I ended up having to stay up until after 1:00. Then things finally calmed down.
This is a note to myself-- Four days of vicodin may be necessary again, but next time, start with prune juice. Don't mess around with prunes. They may be more discreet and not require refrigeration, but prune juice is more effective. Also, a full cup of prune juice was probably too much. A little less next time. Remember that you have IBS.
Saturday was cold. I failed to fully dress for the chill and regretted it. We spent several hours outside, at a 50th wedding anniversary celebration for Scott's sister's in-laws at Kensington Metropark. Given the weather, we might have simply not gone, but that was the handover point for getting Cordelia's Pooh Bear back, so we had to be there.
Cordelia was dressed for the weather and had a grand time. Scott and I sat in our folding chairs and watched Cordelia. I don't know if he was as bored as I was. We both looked a little longingly at the food, but there was nothing safe for him but some kind of dubious looking pasta salads, and I was still feeling unbalanced from the night before.
Scott's parents came late. They'd had some sort of church group function earlier in the day and came straight from that. (I think it was the Gideons, but I couldn't swear to it.) They did bring Squish back to us, though, and Cordelia was ecstatic.
Right as we were going to leave, the rain started up again, hard this time. We ended up waiting for about ten extra minutes for it to stop so that we wouldn't get soaked walking to the car.
When we got home, I found a letter from the county court asking me to fill out a form about possibly being a juror. I'm a bit freaked out about that because I don't know if it's something I actually am capable of doing. Agoraphobia seems not to fit well with a courtroom, and my usual ways of dealing with such situations wouldn't make me a good juror. I'm also concerned that some types of cases would make me panic. I'd probably be fine with a landlord/tenant case, but anything criminal or involving a serious accident.... Yeah.
I'm going to talk to my mother and to my psychiatrist. My mother, as an attorney, may be able to give me some idea about whether or not jury duty is something I can manage. That is, she can tell me what it usually involves so that I know what I'd be looking at. My psychiatrist is the one who'll have to document the psychological issues. I may have to talk to my primary care doctor, too, depending on what the physical demands would be.
Still no writing done. I'm putting aside this evening for that. I hope to get a lot done.
Going south, the traffic was lighter, but the radio told us there was a huge backup down near our exit (a gravel truck across one side of the 23/14 interchange). That led to us taking back roads for about half the trip but was still better than what Scott would have faced going north.
Rather than let Scott's parents deal with the north bound traffic at 6:00, we decided to get dinner at Applebee's. I made the mistake of ordering a salad with grilled shrimp and spent the next few hours cursing the spices on the shrimp. The restaurant was also very, very cold. I think Scott was the only one who was really comfortable.
When we got home, I was ready to fall over with exhaustion, but we still had to wrestle the girl into bed. Given that Squishy Pooh Bear got left at Scott's parents' place, the going to bed was something I'd been dreading. It went...better than expected actually. Cordelia was calmed by promises that she'd get the bear back on Saturday.
I'd taken vicodin for about four days at the beginning of the trip and hadn't had a bowel movement the whole time. I'd been eating prunes in hopes of moving things along, but nothing happened. When we got home from Applebee's, I drank about a cup of prune juice. An hour later, things were moving much faster than I wanted.
I ended up having to stay up until after 1:00. Then things finally calmed down.
This is a note to myself-- Four days of vicodin may be necessary again, but next time, start with prune juice. Don't mess around with prunes. They may be more discreet and not require refrigeration, but prune juice is more effective. Also, a full cup of prune juice was probably too much. A little less next time. Remember that you have IBS.
Saturday was cold. I failed to fully dress for the chill and regretted it. We spent several hours outside, at a 50th wedding anniversary celebration for Scott's sister's in-laws at Kensington Metropark. Given the weather, we might have simply not gone, but that was the handover point for getting Cordelia's Pooh Bear back, so we had to be there.
Cordelia was dressed for the weather and had a grand time. Scott and I sat in our folding chairs and watched Cordelia. I don't know if he was as bored as I was. We both looked a little longingly at the food, but there was nothing safe for him but some kind of dubious looking pasta salads, and I was still feeling unbalanced from the night before.
Scott's parents came late. They'd had some sort of church group function earlier in the day and came straight from that. (I think it was the Gideons, but I couldn't swear to it.) They did bring Squish back to us, though, and Cordelia was ecstatic.
Right as we were going to leave, the rain started up again, hard this time. We ended up waiting for about ten extra minutes for it to stop so that we wouldn't get soaked walking to the car.
When we got home, I found a letter from the county court asking me to fill out a form about possibly being a juror. I'm a bit freaked out about that because I don't know if it's something I actually am capable of doing. Agoraphobia seems not to fit well with a courtroom, and my usual ways of dealing with such situations wouldn't make me a good juror. I'm also concerned that some types of cases would make me panic. I'd probably be fine with a landlord/tenant case, but anything criminal or involving a serious accident.... Yeah.
I'm going to talk to my mother and to my psychiatrist. My mother, as an attorney, may be able to give me some idea about whether or not jury duty is something I can manage. That is, she can tell me what it usually involves so that I know what I'd be looking at. My psychiatrist is the one who'll have to document the psychological issues. I may have to talk to my primary care doctor, too, depending on what the physical demands would be.
Still no writing done. I'm putting aside this evening for that. I hope to get a lot done.
