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May. 5th, 2008 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckWell, drat. I had wireless signal for about five minutes, just long enough to check my e-mail and my friends page but not long enough to follow any of the intriguing links on my friends page (or to post this. If you see it before 3:30 EDT, that means I picked up a signal again). Usually, when I have online stuff that I want to do while Delia's in pre-school, I go to the big lounge upstairs that has wireless. Today, there's a reception in there, so I'm sitting in a smaller meeting room that almost never has signal. When it does, it's sporadic, limited to certain parts of the room and weak. I suspect that it's accidental leakage off the signal for the computer the pre-school teacher uses.
If I don't get signal back by the time I finish this, I'll probably watch a Netflix DVD on my laptop. If I do, I'll work on the several fairly important e-mails I've been procrastinating for nearly two weeks. (If I owe you e-mail, it' s probably gotten buried behind these stupid things that keep coming up, things I *must* do that are hard, hard, hard. It seems like each time I clear one of them, two more pop up, and I've been fighting them for a couple of months.)
Not that I couldn't compose the e-mails offline. I could, and it might not be a bad idea. They'd be done then. I'm just tired and sick and looking for excuses. I think that what's going on is food poisoning of some sort, I'm not sure from what, and I'm getting by on water, tea and Gatorade. I had some mini rice cakes earlier which didn't upset me hugely but which also didn't sit quite right. I had no interest in more of them.
This evening, Delia's pre-school class and the other class of four year olds will have a concert, the Spring Sing. It's a really big deal for Delia. She remembers last year's very fondly, and the four year old concert is marginally more ambitious. (Both stay well within the abilities and attention span of the kids.) Scott's parents are planning to come, and we'll take them out to dinner afterwards. The dinner is partly a Mothers' Day/Fathers' Day thing and partly because both of them have birthdays this month. (The month is crowded with family occasions once you add in the other two birthdays, so none of the occasions get celebrated as much as they might otherwise.)
I think I'll be sticking to clear liquids tonight, too. It's a pity because I like the food at the place we're likely to go, but I'm not willing to pay the probable price for eating. I'm much better today than I was yesterday, at least. Otherwise, I'd have had to ask![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cherydactyl to take Delia to pre-school so I could crawl back into bed.
I've no idea what I might have eaten to provoke this-- Or rather, I have too many suspects. I ate lunch out Friday and Saturday and dinner out on Saturday. I'm more suspicious of lunch Saturday because I ate something different from what everybody else did and had an apple as my side (other options were bread or chips neither of which seemed like a good idea when I was trying to have more protein than bread-ish stuff). It occurs to me that I have no way of knowing if that apple had been properly washed. I didn't think of it at the time because washing is so basic, but I have no way of knowing.
Friday lunch was withcherydactyl and adrian_turtle at a Japanese restaurant. We all went to college together, years ago, and it's the first time we've all been in the same place at the same time in years.
Saturday, I went with the same two ladies to a bra fitter that my physical therapist had recommended. I was unimpressed by the place. Of course, my refusal to wear anything with any sort of wires or lace meant that there were only two bras roughly my size. A more thorough fitting wouldn't have helped at all. I bought the less uncomfortable of the two (the difference between them was considerable, so the decision between them was easy. The decision about whether to buy at all was not). I'm currently wearing it and trying to judge whether it's at all worthwhile.
In this particular style of bra, I'm a 42DDD. One of the fitters suggested, give my problems with bras, that I look into reduction surgery. She said that the pull on my shoulders is only going to get worse as I age and that the discomfort of wearing bras isn't going to decrease. I got the impression that she was quite prepared for me to snap at her over that, but I didn't. I don't particularly want surgery, but I'm not going to get hostile over someone broaching the topic.
I have habitually not worn bras for years. I have three wrongly sized bras from Decent Exposures that I wear with certain of my summer dresses, either because I need something to catch sweat or because the dresses have seams in very abrasive places. The Decent Exposures bras don't provide any particular support, and I don't ask them too. They're also the only bras I've found that I can wear for as long as eight hours without rapidly starting to obsess about taking them off and destroying them.
The physical therapist recommended a bra because she thinks that some of my neck and shoulder problems come from lack of support. I've spent years with a constant, low grade tension headache. I put it at a constant 2-3 on the 0-10 pain scale. The question is whether or not there exists a bra that can ease that problem without creating an equally large pain problem elsewhere. I did get strap pads for this new bra, but I'm not sure how useful they are because the things causing discomfort aren't the straps but the seams and adjustable thingies on the straps (and elsewhere on the bra). I can't pad everything. Maybe if I found a shirt that I could wear under the bra... Of course, in the summer, that's practically suicide if one's going to spend any time outside at all.
Of course, the other problem is that the bra makes my new wardrobe of winter dresses fit wrong. There are now folds of cloth starting under my arms and coming out the sides of my breasts when I wear the bra. I've put about $700 into those dresses. I need them to last at least four years.
After the fitting and lunch, we wandered around a street fair a bit. I'm afraid that I slowed the others down a little what with needing to stop and rest so often. It was, fortunately, a small fair. (I decided not to tell Delia about it because, although there wasn't much too it, she's young enough to think that she missed out on something really exciting and wonderful.)
Saturday evening, Scott took me and Delia out to dinner. I'm less suspicious of this meal because Scott and I shared dishes. It is possible that there was contamination with something that would bother me but not him, but none of the things I'm allergic to normally produce this sort of response. I suppose it might be a new thing. If it is, I'm sure I'll find out when it happens repeatedly (which is part of the reason I'm documenting this here).
If I don't get signal back by the time I finish this, I'll probably watch a Netflix DVD on my laptop. If I do, I'll work on the several fairly important e-mails I've been procrastinating for nearly two weeks. (If I owe you e-mail, it' s probably gotten buried behind these stupid things that keep coming up, things I *must* do that are hard, hard, hard. It seems like each time I clear one of them, two more pop up, and I've been fighting them for a couple of months.)
Not that I couldn't compose the e-mails offline. I could, and it might not be a bad idea. They'd be done then. I'm just tired and sick and looking for excuses. I think that what's going on is food poisoning of some sort, I'm not sure from what, and I'm getting by on water, tea and Gatorade. I had some mini rice cakes earlier which didn't upset me hugely but which also didn't sit quite right. I had no interest in more of them.
This evening, Delia's pre-school class and the other class of four year olds will have a concert, the Spring Sing. It's a really big deal for Delia. She remembers last year's very fondly, and the four year old concert is marginally more ambitious. (Both stay well within the abilities and attention span of the kids.) Scott's parents are planning to come, and we'll take them out to dinner afterwards. The dinner is partly a Mothers' Day/Fathers' Day thing and partly because both of them have birthdays this month. (The month is crowded with family occasions once you add in the other two birthdays, so none of the occasions get celebrated as much as they might otherwise.)
I think I'll be sticking to clear liquids tonight, too. It's a pity because I like the food at the place we're likely to go, but I'm not willing to pay the probable price for eating. I'm much better today than I was yesterday, at least. Otherwise, I'd have had to ask
cherydactyl to take Delia to pre-school so I could crawl back into bed.I've no idea what I might have eaten to provoke this-- Or rather, I have too many suspects. I ate lunch out Friday and Saturday and dinner out on Saturday. I'm more suspicious of lunch Saturday because I ate something different from what everybody else did and had an apple as my side (other options were bread or chips neither of which seemed like a good idea when I was trying to have more protein than bread-ish stuff). It occurs to me that I have no way of knowing if that apple had been properly washed. I didn't think of it at the time because washing is so basic, but I have no way of knowing.
Friday lunch was with
cherydactyl and adrian_turtle at a Japanese restaurant. We all went to college together, years ago, and it's the first time we've all been in the same place at the same time in years.Saturday, I went with the same two ladies to a bra fitter that my physical therapist had recommended. I was unimpressed by the place. Of course, my refusal to wear anything with any sort of wires or lace meant that there were only two bras roughly my size. A more thorough fitting wouldn't have helped at all. I bought the less uncomfortable of the two (the difference between them was considerable, so the decision between them was easy. The decision about whether to buy at all was not). I'm currently wearing it and trying to judge whether it's at all worthwhile.
In this particular style of bra, I'm a 42DDD. One of the fitters suggested, give my problems with bras, that I look into reduction surgery. She said that the pull on my shoulders is only going to get worse as I age and that the discomfort of wearing bras isn't going to decrease. I got the impression that she was quite prepared for me to snap at her over that, but I didn't. I don't particularly want surgery, but I'm not going to get hostile over someone broaching the topic.
I have habitually not worn bras for years. I have three wrongly sized bras from Decent Exposures that I wear with certain of my summer dresses, either because I need something to catch sweat or because the dresses have seams in very abrasive places. The Decent Exposures bras don't provide any particular support, and I don't ask them too. They're also the only bras I've found that I can wear for as long as eight hours without rapidly starting to obsess about taking them off and destroying them.
The physical therapist recommended a bra because she thinks that some of my neck and shoulder problems come from lack of support. I've spent years with a constant, low grade tension headache. I put it at a constant 2-3 on the 0-10 pain scale. The question is whether or not there exists a bra that can ease that problem without creating an equally large pain problem elsewhere. I did get strap pads for this new bra, but I'm not sure how useful they are because the things causing discomfort aren't the straps but the seams and adjustable thingies on the straps (and elsewhere on the bra). I can't pad everything. Maybe if I found a shirt that I could wear under the bra... Of course, in the summer, that's practically suicide if one's going to spend any time outside at all.
Of course, the other problem is that the bra makes my new wardrobe of winter dresses fit wrong. There are now folds of cloth starting under my arms and coming out the sides of my breasts when I wear the bra. I've put about $700 into those dresses. I need them to last at least four years.
After the fitting and lunch, we wandered around a street fair a bit. I'm afraid that I slowed the others down a little what with needing to stop and rest so often. It was, fortunately, a small fair. (I decided not to tell Delia about it because, although there wasn't much too it, she's young enough to think that she missed out on something really exciting and wonderful.)
Saturday evening, Scott took me and Delia out to dinner. I'm less suspicious of this meal because Scott and I shared dishes. It is possible that there was contamination with something that would bother me but not him, but none of the things I'm allergic to normally produce this sort of response. I suppose it might be a new thing. If it is, I'm sure I'll find out when it happens repeatedly (which is part of the reason I'm documenting this here).
