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I slept really, really terribly last night. Every time I started to fall asleep, I had reflux issues. I had had some vanilla ice cream, and that made the reflux not be of the burning kind. I just kept coughing and jerking upright. Sleeping on an incline doesn't help. Not even sleeping upright helps. The trigger seems to be me starting to fall asleep. That somehow makes something in my body relax enough that the reflux starts.

I know perfectly well that the thing I need to do when that starts is to go and sit upright for 30 to 60 minutes before I try to lie down again. It's just very hard to get myself to do that when I'm utterly exhausted and desperate for sleep. I think I finally managed to sleep about 3 a.m., and I really couldn't get myself out of bed when it was time to get up to help Cordelia get ready for school. I have no idea what would have happened if Scott hadn't been able to step in at that point. I'd probably have managed somehow. I just have no idea how.

Scott came back to bed after walking Cordelia to the bus stop. We both slept another four hours. I'd have liked to sleep longer, but I had a horrible headache and knew that I needed to get up to take my medications. I still have the headache, and I can't tell if it's due to lack of sleep, due to menstrual stuff, due to stress, or due to something else I haven't thought of. I've taken naproxen and have had caffeine. I've also eaten. Cordelia has an appointment in two hours, so I don't think that a nap is going to be possible.
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I tried to nap this morning, but by the time I finally relaxed enough to maybe be ready to fall asleep, it was twenty minutes before I had to be up to go to an oncology appointment. I'd had 2.5 hours when I lay down. The appointment was fine but took much longer than I expected because I had to wait twenty minutes to check out afterward. I'll be going back in four months because the nurse practitioner I see picked up on me being nervous about waiting until June to check in. I'm not sure if she quite understands that I don't trust mammograms right now because the mammogram didn't see the lump until six months after I first found it.

I got a flu shot while iI was at the appointment, and it's really hurting this year. Moving the arm at all is unpleasant. The nurse who did the shot put it very high up on the arm. I actually thought she was going to put it into the joint itself.

I'm really glad that Scott didn't work today because parent teacher conferences were grueling. Cordelia's geometry teacher and social studies teacher both had really, really long lines. It took an hour to get through the line to see the geometry teacher and almost as long to see the social studies teacher. Scott saw the business fundamentals teacher without me, while I waited in line for the social studies teacher.

All the teachers seemed pleased with Cordelia. We found out that a couple of the teachers had mailing lists that we weren't on due to Cordelia having been at Community for those three days. The geometry teacher told us that we weren't the first to express unhappiness with 8th grade math at Cordelia's old school. I got the impression that the other parent(s) were also concerned about their kid(s) not having the necessary fundamentals.

The business teacher seems to have talked Scott's ear off. Scott was gone for quite a while for that. Scott says that the teacher is frustrated by the kids who don't understand the difference between writing a ten page research paper and preparing a presentation.

I think my body is starting up another period. The last one started on the 27th, so this is much sooner than is normal for me.

I suspect I'm not going to sleep much tonight because we bought food at Wendy's before the conference. I basically fell over in exhaustion a bit before the cleaning lady left, and we had to get something that wouldn't take long and that might give me enough oomph to get through three hours of conferences. The burger did that much, at least. I was still pretty dead on my feet until about an hour after I ate, but now, almost four hours later, I'm still pretty awake. Unfortunately, my digestive system isn't happy. The timing is bad for any of the things that might help relative to my medications. If I take everything now, I can have vanilla ice cream in an hour which might help (about a 75% chance).

Just have to make myself stand up again...
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I ended up taking a cab down to check in for the Anomaly because I missed the bus I meant to take and then wasn't likely to make the next bus. I asked in the Slack channel if anyone could give me a ride, but no one answered before the cab came.

I can't actually say that I enjoyed the Anomaly. It wasn't horrible or anything. It just wasn't fun. I think that it would have been if I'd been with people I knew. As it was, I ended up listening to a lot of conversations that I couldn't contribute to because I vehemently disagreed with the positions everyone else agreed on (parenting issues, mostly). Our team captain did a good job, but the ops folks didn't hold to what they'd promised us-- Our group was supposed to stay within a two block area, but they marched us all over.

Scott and Cordelia picked me up about an hour and a half before the thing ended. I was ready to drop. I left a lot of my gear with the group, so I now really, really need to get out and hack portals in order to replenish things. I don't know that that's going to happen unless I nag Scott over it. Maybe if I go with him for grocery shopping, he'll be willing to trade a bit of driving around so I can hack things. Of course, the place I'd like to go is a bit of a drive and requires a lot of getting out of the car and walking.

Scott and Cordelia went out for ice cream after dinner, but I was too tired to manage it. I ended up sleeping very badly last night. I had stress related reflux which calmed after I took an Ativan but still cost me an hour of sleep. I only managed the c-PAP for a couple of hours before I started feeling like the air flow was choking me. I was up and down a lot. I really, really want a nap now. I just don't know that I have either the time or the ability to relax enough to sleep.

I had a headache when I got up this morning, so I experimented-- I had one hard candy to see if sugar would help. That hard candy almost entirely killed the headache, so I'm now almost entirely sure that what helps my morning headaches is the sugar content of my morning tea/coffee rather than the caffeine content. That's actually bad news because I'm supposed to be trying to cut the sugar.

I'll be seeing my primary care doctor tomorrow, so I need to go back through the last few months of this journal to see the patterns that I want to discuss with her. I'll see my psychiatrist on Tuesday.

Incomplete list of things to discuss with my doctor )
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Yesterday continued as one of the worst headache days in recent memory. The sinus part more or less went away (but my sinuses itched), but anxiety/stress made my shoulders, neck, and the back of my head hurt terribly, and the main headache moved above my eyes to become a classic (for me) migraine. I was even light sensitive.

I took Amerge. I tried to nap. I tried stretches and relaxation. I tried writing a to do list for the rest of the month and giving it to Scott to see if he could help me make it smaller. He dealt with talking to the sports medicine surgeon and with the groceries (except that he forgot something that I really will need for tomorrow). It turns out that he has access to email Cordelia's patient portal (I don't ) and could just send a message through that instead of calling.

I slept badly last night and ended up getting up at about 7 a.m. (after going to bed at about 2 a.m.) because I had horrible reflux of the sort I only get when I'm really, really falling apart due to anxiety. Omeprozale and oatmeal did enough to let me lie down again, and I dreamed a bit, so I must have slept at least a little.

I'm not sure anything much is going to help until I'm through today and tomorrow. I need to do all of that stuff without Ativan because my prescription says one a day and I'm using that one to let me sleep with the c-PAP on. My doctor says taking more than one a day is fine, but I can't refill the damned thing before thirty days have passed, so doubling up means skipping some other day.

Scott has decreed that I'm not going to the Eagle Scout ceremony for our nephew. It's better for me that way, but I feel guilty because I missed his graduation party, too.

Hm. For tomorrow, they want the fasting blood draw to be in the window between 10 and 12 hours of fasting. They open at 8:00 a.m., and I can't eat after 8:00 p.m. if I want to be able to sleep before 3:00 a.m. I have no idea how to manage this. Given when Cordelia leaves and the buses in general, I can't get there before 9:00. If Scott's able to stay up long enough to get me to UHS, it will still likely be 8:15 or 8:30 when we arrive because of traffic. The window used to be between 12 and 16 hours fasting.

I might be able to get the blood draw done somewhere else. Most of the clinics affiliated with the university open at 7:00 a.m., but I'd have to get there without Scott's help because of Cordelia needing one of us at home up until 7:50. I'm not willing to take the bus at that time of day because that bus is a major, major commuter shuttle between the park and ride lots and the hospital and central campus.
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We ended up at Palm Palace for dinner last night. The food and service were good, but even though I was conservative about what I ate, I ended up not feeling well due to a combination of gas and reflux. I think that the reflux was partly due to the gas and such, possibly even mainly due to it.

I slept badly last night. I never used the c-PAP at all because it seemed unwise with reflux and with me getting up repeatedly during the first couple of hours. I woke up with the sneezing and runny nose again, so apparently the c-PAP doesn't relate to that. Damned if I have any clue what's going on.

I guess I'll keep the extra appointment I have with my doctor next month (I was supposed to cancel it in favor of the scheduled follow up in August, but I held onto it in case something came up). My chances of getting in to see her any earlier are almost zero. I didn't want to keep that appointment because it Thursday during Art Fair. That week is pretty much the worst time to go to UHS all year long as all the buses will be both detoured and packed. My dentist appointment, in the same general area, is the Monday of that week, but that should be before the detours start. Official Art Fair is usually Thursday, Friday, and Saturday with set up on Wednesday.

The technician came today to do the tune up on the air conditioner. He says it all looks good (which isn't surprising given that the unit is only two or three years old). The woman from their office who called to let me know that he was on his way kind of freaked me out because she insisted that all of our windows had to be closed in order for him to work. Scott declined to shut the windows last night because the predicted high for today was 73F, and I can't shut most of the dratted things on my own (and Cordelia was still asleep). She assured me that the technician could close them for me. He was puzzled as to why she'd think it would be necessary. He said that that requirement is for when it's actually cold outside. That is, if the windows are open and it's 50F outside, it's kind of hard to get the AC to do anything so that he can see how it's working.

Anyway, that's done until the furnace tune up in the fall. We get the same guy each time, and I like him.

I've gotten the trash out. I'm holding out on the recycling in hopes that I can break down some of the boxes in the basement and get rid of them. I like keeping a few boxes in case of wanting to send a package, but we've probably got thirty Amazon boxes down there. We don't need that many, and I know there's room in the bin for at least some of them to go.
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The afternoon yesterday was laid back. Scott and Cordelia gave me seasons 4 and 5 of Leverage and season 1 of Batman Beyond. Scott and I went to the library around 4:00 and did a little Ingress while we were out.

Cordelia watched The Fellowship of the Ring and was very puzzled as to why people like it so much. She also was very annoyed by the lack of female characters. When Arwen showed up, Cordelia noted that this was the first female character of any note/with lines of dialogue.

On our way to Brighton, Scott took Whitmore Lake Road part of the way with the idea of avoiding construction. Then he decided to go back to 23 because it had looked clear from what he could see of it. That led us to driving through some very slow bits of construction. I'm not sure we actually avoided any construction by taking Whitmore Lake Road at all, so I'm not sure what the point was.

Food frustrations/general crankiness )

I wasn't able to use my c-PAP for the whole night last night because part of my nose is inflamed and hurts terribly when anything touches it. I'm going to apply heat and see if that helps it resolve.
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I slept really badly last night with reflux and gas and pain. I'm almost certain it was a post-stress thing because this is the response I'd expect from my body after the day I had yesterday. It hit hard enough, though, that I called to cancel my PT appointment. I really hope I did it correctly because it would suck big time to have to pay for the missed appointment.

I'm not even sure why I'm still up at this point. I meant to go back to sleep. At first, it was because I thought I might eat something, but everything I looked at in that direction provoked nausea.

I think that my miscalculation yesterday was to go ahead with our evening plans instead of crashing after Cordelia's appointment. I enjoyed seeing our guests, but I think I wasn't up to it. Also, one brought some mildly cheese flavored potato chips, and I likely shouldn't have had any given how things have been the last few weeks. I don't know how much those contributed to the reflux; given how things went, it's possible that they didn't have any effect on it at all. It's just that the rest of what I ate yesterday evening should have been safe.

Unless I was doomed to reflux no matter what I ate.

I have about 2/3 of my character for Scott's Firefly game. He keeps shoving paper character sheets at me and expecting me to fill them out. I finally explained very explicitly that no character sheet is important enough for me to write it by hand at this point. I'd been trying to figure out the best way to make my own version of the sheet online, but Scott tells me there actually is an online version. I'm kind of bewildered as to why he's been pushing the paper version at me for months.
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Yesterday was my last OT appointment, and it was shorter than my scheduled time because we'd covered everything on my list by forty minutes in. I got advice on a couple of things that are not currently problems but were big issues when my hands were at their worst. I thought I'd ask just in case they're ever issues again.

Blue Cab seems to be doing a better job of running the A-Ride than Yellow Cab ever did. Every pick up was within five minutes of the start of the scheduled time (they set a half an hour window), and the cabbies were all friendly. The policy has changed from the drivers having no obligation to help passengers reach the cab to them being required to provide assistance from door to door if it's needed. They're not allowed to go inside, but they're not dumping mobility impaired passengers in awkward places.

Today, I have what might be my last PT appointment but also might not. I rather suspect not. My current intention is to take a cab there and the bus back. I think that I'll take the inbound #23 and transfer to the outbound #22. The stop for the #22 is about 2/3 the distance from the house as the stop for the #23 and doesn't require climbing a steep hill to get home. It'll add about half an hour to my trip, but as long as things don't change, I think I can handle that.

I had anxiety issues yesterday afternoon and evening that I couldn't explain except that maybe I felt guilty for not managing to fit in all of my PT exercises. Some of those require lying on the floor, and I didn't want to do them within an hour or so after eating and really couldn't do them while the cleaning lady was here. I probably could have fit them in after she left and before dinner, but by then, I was having reflux issues that made lying down very unappealing. I did do most of the exercises that I could do sitting or standing, though.

I woke this morning with a headache, but food and caffeine seem to have gotten rid of it. I haven't done any of my PT yet because I want to have all of my energy for going out. I'm still very tired and kind of groggy. I don't think more food will help, and I don't have time to make more tea or coffee. I know there's a coffee kiosk somewhere in Taubman (or there used to be), but I don't want to do the walking required to see if I'm remembering correctly. Plus, there's no guarantee that more caffeine would do anything but make me need many visits to the bathroom which would be pretty inconvenient during an hour long PT appointment.

The GSA at Cordelia's school is doing a reading of I Am Jazz for the 4-8th grades today. It's a picture book, so the reading shouldn't take too long. They'll have a panel discussion afterwards. Cordelia's really looking forward to it. She'll be reading the book. I'm not sure if she'll be part of the panel or not. I don't know if any of the kids are out as trans, but with forty to eighty kids in each grade and nine grades, there's pretty sure to be a kid or three somewhere in the school who is trans even if they're not out. My guess is that the reason for having only 4th through 8th is a combination of space limitations and the attention span for the panel discussion and probably also that explanations that suit five year olds aren't going to work for thirteen year olds. That last probably could be dealt with by an experienced presenter, but this is all kids ages eleven to fourteen who've never done anything of the sort before.
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My physical therapist says that I may need more sessions and that he thinks I'm likely to do well because I have a good attitude. He wants to get me to 50% less pain from the tendinitis because he sees that as a point at which what we're doing would clearly be working. He gave me a set of more general fitness exercises, and I'll have to figure out the best times for those. Before breakfast would be ideal from one point of view, but I don't see a way to do that unless I get up with Scott. The exercises themselves wouldn't take that long, but right now, I get up about an hour and fifteen minutes after Scott does. I can sleep in that window, but I can't if I decrease it at all.

My gynecologist is going to talk to oncology about my test results. Neither she nor I think that there's anything to worry about at present, but the endometrial thickening is something to monitor because it can hide things. It's just that it's not an uncommon thing for women my age on Tamoxifen. She said that I shouldn't consider this a factor in my decision about whether or not to go back on Tamoxifen.

On the assumption that I won't be restarting the Tamoxifen, I scheduled a uterine ultrasound for early August (not, thank goodness, a hysterosonogram this time). I need to set up a return visit with the gynecologist for after that.

I had lunch at Totoro after the appointment at UHS and then took the bus up to the hospital. I discovered that, if I walked really slowly, the tendon didn't start getting cranky nearly as fast. I had hoped to do some Ingress, and I did, but not as much as I'd expected. The Ingress servers seemed to be having problems so that, half the time, I couldn't see anything at all in terms of portals. When I could see portals, it took minutes, sometimes as long as five minutes, for a hack to process. I ended up taking about half an hour to walk the four blocks from Totoro to the bus stop.

My phone ended up with a reasonable charge at the end of the day, and I'm pretty sure that the slowness of Ingress was a factor. I had a charger with me. Of the two I found, one worked, and the other didn't. The one that didn't has Scott's company name on it and was, if I recall correctly, some sort of swag for days without accidents or something of the sort. Scott's of the opinion that it was very, very cheap and that the surprise is that it ever worked at all.

Scott put more memory in my laptop last night. That means that I'm going to spend some time this afternoon seeing whether or not it gets cranky when I try to run certain programs. Messages is still rejecting my AIM login, though, which is probably not surprising but is annoying. I suspect that this also won't help my problems with trying to access IRC with Adium (I don't like having to run Adium for AIM and Colloquy for IRC at the same time).

I ate a turkey (lunchmeat) sandwich for dinner last night around 7:00 and started having reflux issues around ten. Given the way my body was acting, I'd have thought I'd eaten bacon, a lot of bacon. I put off doing anything but eventually took an Ativan. That helped; the problem went away entirely, so I only lost about an hour of sleep instead of the three I'd have lost if I'd taken Tums and sat up waiting for things to resolve. I'm still inclined to make myself more black tea to see if that makes me more alert.

I've got two hours now before my cab comes for OT. Since it's Thursday, mostly what I'll be doing during that time is household chores. I want to run the dishwasher and make sandwiches for Scott and Cordelia and move all of the things that shouldn't be out when the cleaning lady comes. I should be home at least an hour before she comes, but I might as well do that now as later. Most of it takes very little time.

I'm very glad that the Not Prime Time moderators decided to make the requests public. I've seen a few things in fandoms that I wasn't planning to offer that I'm quite sure I could write. I can tailor my offers pretty carefully. If I understand the sign up form correctly, one need only offer one character grouping. I hadn't looked at those fandoms at all because I felt that the requests were likely to be entirely things I couldn't write due to the size of the canons in question. These groupings fit into corners that I know reasonably well and/or could review quickly. I need to settle on two more fandoms to offer and to figure out what I want to request. Once I know what I want to request, I can write my dear author letter and then sign up.
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I think that stopping the Tamoxifen is actually changing how I feel, physically. It's only been a few days, though, so I'm not certain that it's that.

I took the bus to PT yesterday and then a cab home. My Achille's tendon was hurting pretty badly by the time I got to the front entrance to the hospital, and I just could face ten minutes of walking from the bus stop to home.

On the way to PT, I got on the wrong bus and ended up having to go to central campus to transfer to the correct bus which added about twenty minutes to my travel time. I'd allowed an hour, so I was still there in time, but it was stressful. On the up side, going the extra long way let me hit a lot more Ingress portals. I'm not even remotely convinced that was a good trade off.

The physical therapist taped my tendon. He said the tape would stay on for days, but one of the pieces was peeling by the time I got home. I had Scott trim the parts that wouldn't stick before I went to bed last night because they were sticking to everything but me. I didn't think that having it stick to the sheets would make for comfortable sleeping. I don't think that particular bit is going to last the day.

Scott got me carryout last night from Qdoba. They'll let you pick a bunch of ingredients to wrap in a tortilla. I should have thought and not put in lettuce because, of all the ingredients, that was the one that gave me problems. I just keep forgetting that it's a risky thing because romaine lettuce seems like a ridiculous thing to cause digestive upset.

I managed to reach my father for his birthday yesterday, but I still haven't talked to my grandmother or sister for theirs. Grandma's birthday was Wednesday, and my sister's was Thursday.

I haven't managed to write anything in the last few days. I must do so today and tomorrow. I need another 2000 words to make my minimum word count for Fandom5K. I'm still trying to find a transition from one section to another, and I can't seem to find a way in. I'm also trying to figure out the next step in We Are Where We Began, but I think that I need to ignore everything but the Fandom5K story just now.

I think that part of my problem is that my brain has been foggy for days now. I can't focus enough to read even the easiest book, and everything I try to watch seems... How to put it? I can't quite understand the stories, partly because I can't focus enough to follow what's going on and partly I can't manage to care.

Scott is out doing the grocery shopping. Cordelia is in the backyard working on a science project with a friend. I might lie down again and see if I can nap now since I didn't sleep as well last night as I'd hoped (mostly due to the lettuce). When Scott gets back, we'll go to the library. I expect he'll keep up his binge watch of the new MST3K. He watched four episodes last night which was at least two more than I wanted. I'd rather watch one of the two Netflix DVDs we've got or one of the two DVDs waiting for us on the hold shelf at the library. Neither of the latter can be renewed, so I can probably insist. Cordelia wants to see both of them, too, but she says she doesn't want to see them with us.
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The sleep disorders clinic overnight went okay. I had trouble finding a position to lie in that didn’t make my back hurt enough to keep me awake. The mattress was harder than I’m comfortable with, so it left my body in a much different configuration than I’m used to. I ended up starting on my right side (which is generally my third choice position after back and left side) then switching to on my back midway through the night when I woke.

I had reflux issues through the evening but was okay when I lay down. I took Tums around 7:30 and an Ativan about 8:40. The Ativan helped more.

The technician forgot to let me get up to take my thyroid medication. I didn’t demand it because I had no way to know what time it was. The forgetting was understandable. The other patient she was monitoring ended up needing an ambulance at about the time I should have taken my medication. I took it immediately on getting up, and the timing ended up working out for that because Scott and Cordelia didn’t arrive until an hour later.

Scott and Cordelia picked me up, and we went to breakfast at the Northside Grill which is a diner about a mile from home. Scott and Cordelia had omelets, and I had potato pancakes. Cordelia was very grumpy at having been dragged out of bed so early.

I suspect that my biggest problems with the c-PAP will be odor and temperature. That is, when I breathe warm air, I parse it as stale. I can’t pull covers over my head to sleep unless I make sure I have an opening where I can get cooler air. The c-PAP air was warmer than the surrounding air by enough that part of me kept thinking I wasn’t getting breathable air.

We still don’t have a bedside table for me to put a c-PAP. That’s really urgent now. I don’t have a c-PAP yet, but I’m likely to fairly soon (depending on how many delays MedEquip throws in. Their reputation is terrible in that direction).

I’m really exhausted, so I’m probably going to post this, set an alarm (we have to be somewhere at 2:30), and see if I can sleep.
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Tuesday evening, I added about 600 words to my Small Fandom Big Bang story while editing. I may end up adding more because there’s at least one bit left that I need to expand.

I had reflux issues last night when I went to bed. I’m pretty sure that they were largely anxiety related. Sadly, I didn’t twig to that until after I had taken antacids, so I had to wait to take an Ativan. Once I did, I was able to sleep, but I lost two or three hours, so I’m pretty wiped out. It also means I woke with a headache that took hours to get rid of. That took both Amerge and metapropronol (sp?).

At this point, I’m on the verge of falling asleep, and I’m not sure I can stay up long enough to get dinner. It’s only 5:30.
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I feel like I did a lot of household chores yesterday, but when I list what I did, it doesn’t seem like much at all because nothing on the list took me more than five minutes at a time. Of course, by evening, I was nodding off.

I pulled some ancient food out of the fridge and tossed it. I filled, ran, and emptied the dishwasher. I took some books down to the basement and shelved about a third of them. I watered our Christmas cactus. I moved a bunch of junk out of the living room so that the cleaning lady would be able to mop. I took out the very stinky trash that resulted from the kitchen cleaning.

We ended up with pizza last night because that seemed easier than trying to cook when we had to have the girls ready to leave for the school at 6:10 (to be there by 6:15). Scott pulled me aside and asked if we were expected to go because he wasn’t sure if Cordelia was in the play or working on it in some way. I really think he wouldn’t have missed her staying at school until 5:00 most days the last couple of weeks, but he was afraid he had.

There’s very little ice left on the sidewalk between here and the school, and it’s enough warmer now that I took the long way home. My Achille’s tendon didn’t like it much, but mostly, it hurts while I’m walking and not when I’m resting.

I’m not sure if it was the bacon on my pizza or if it was that I had chocolate around 8 p.m. (which I really shouldn’t have), but I had some reflux trouble last night. Possibly, it was the combination. I don’t know. That means I’m low on sleep. My current plan is to lie down after I call in a prescription refill and post this.
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Scott texted me around noon yesterday to say that he expected to end up working late. He didn’t, fortunately, but I was more than a little worried because, by noon, I’d expended almost all of my physical energy on household chores and wasn’t even sure I’d be awake at dinner time.

I dealt with the dishes. I got the trash and recycling out. I did two loads of laundry.

I got a comment the other day on an old fic from someone who wants to use part of it as backstory for a fic in another fandom. I have nothing against that at all. I have a transformative works permission statement that very definitely includes that sort of thing, but the request makes me wonder if the person actually looked at my AO3 profile. Or does fannish etiquette require asking even when the author has a permission statement posted?

My transformative works permission policy has gotten too long for my AO3 profile, so I’ve posted it on my secondary DW account with a link from the AO3 profile. I really wish that the AO3 profiles allowed a little more text than they do.

My fanfic word count for February was 19128 which makes my year to date total 33666.

Last night involved more broken sleep. Part of that was coughing, and part of it was ongoing thunderstorms. I’m probably going to try to nap after I post this. I’m not sure I’ll manage a nap because I didn’t think about it when I had breakfast and had French onion soup which is fine if I’m going to be up and about but not so good for lying down.
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I’ve been sick and exhausted, complete with headaches, all week which has not helped me do the things that really, really need doing but that aren’t survival things. I need to make an appointment with my primary care doctor. I need to write a letter to the school and to call them and complain loudly to the school counselor about broken promises.

I’ve been putting 90% of my energy into laundry. We’ve got a minor parasite infestation that required medication followed by washing all bedding every single day through tomorrow. That has meant a minimum of three loads most days and generally five or six loads most days. Plus, I’ve had to strip and remake the beds each day.

That would be hard enough if I were getting enough sleep, but I haven’t been. I got more sleep last night, about seven hours, but I really need a night when I can get ten to twelve hours or, at the very least, manage to nap for several hours. Monday, I couldn’t nap because Cordelia was home. Yesterday and today, I was too wound up about the time required for the chores that need doing to be able to sleep at all. I skipped my usual black tea when I got up with Cordelia in the hope that that would help, and it didn’t at all.

I think Scott doesn’t realize that I can’t go to sleep early because he will rouse me to full alertness half a dozen times as he gets ready for bed over the course of an hour to an hour and a half. Maybe I should try Ativan to see if that lets me stop being quite so hypervigilant? Some part of my brain insists that, if there are other people in the house, I need to be aware of what they’re doing in case something goes wrong. If Scott drops something or anything happens to prompt him to make an exasperated noise, I’m fully awake because it might be something I need to help with. And if Cordelia drops her water bottle or gets up to use the bathroom… Yeah.

I have the edges of a cold. I’m not sure if it’s going to completely grab hold or if I can still evade it. My suspicion is that the amount of sleep I get will be a big factor there, and we’re having friends over this evening. I really, really want to see someone who isn’t family, but I also kind of want to crash early.

But crashing early won’t work unless I can get Scott and Cordelia to do it, too, so, really, I might as well spend the time with friends.

We got sushi from Totoro for dinner last night. I ended up having unexpected issues with it. They haven’t previously put cucumber in their California rolls, but they did this time. (I know that most places use cucumber in California rolls; it’s just that Totoro hasn’t previously.) I was stupid and ate some anyway, and I really, really shouldn’t have. Cucumber doesn’t seem like it ought to be something that would give me reflux issues, but it does, and I always forget that it does because I avoid it due to not liking how it tastes.

Under certain circumstances, I can get reflux from lettuce (all types). That seems to be mitigated by eating more of other things than I do lettuce but is more likely to happen if I don’t use dressing than if I do, so it’s not an issue with fat in the dressing.

Hm. It’s 1:15. I need to put the fitted sheet on our bed. I need to get myself lunch. I will need to change over the laundry in about ten minutes. I can only manage one of the three at a time and will need twenty to thirty minutes to rest between. I want the bed made as soon as possible (partly so that I have the option of lying down and partly so that I have an empty laundry basket that I can use for Cordelia’s bedding). I need the laundry to be entirely finished by 6:00 so that there’s time to make Cordelia’s bed before company arrives. But it’s been six hours since I last ate, so that’s high priority, too, especially since there are meds I take with lunch.
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We spent yesterday evening with Scott’s family to celebrate his birthday and our nephew’s birthday. I rather wish I hadn’t gone because I wasn’t feeling great and because, as it turned out, there wasn’t much at all I could eat. I was avoiding vegetables of all types, so the cabbage and apple salad wasn’t a good idea nor was the lettuce salad. The potato salad had chunks of egg in it, so I didn’t dare touch it (eggs are a migraine trigger). There were breadsticks. I could have those. My SIL made ribs for most people and some chicken skewers for those of us who can’t eat barbecue sauce. Sadly, she put a pre-packaged 'Italian' herb blend on the chicken, one of those that doesn’t actually say what’s in it. I can’t have oregano or basil without getting sick, so… I ate about three bites of the chicken before I realized it was a problem, and that was enough to be a problem later that evening.

I had been iffy on going at all, but our nephew is turning 18, so this may be the last gathering of this sort for a while, depending on where he goes to college. I’ve been having gas and intestinal difficulties for about three days now. It’s been making it hard to sleep.

We had some errands downtown yesterday and had an awful time finding parking. All the structures were near capacity which isn’t normal for a Sunday afternoon. We checked online later to see if there was some big event, but apparently it was just that the weather was beautiful.

The drawing for the lottery to get into Community High is Wednesday. I very much want Cordelia to get in, but I’m too tired to get wound up about it right now.

I need to do a lot of laundry today, and I should get going on it. I’m just having problems getting myself to move. I only got about six hours of sleep last night, and it wasn’t hugely restful sleep. I think I’ll see about getting the first load in and then lying down for a while.
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I slept badly last night. Well, not exactly. I just wasn’t able to lie down and sleep until about 3 a.m. I slept soundly after that. The problem is that Scott and I got carry out from Zoup, loaded baked potato soup. That had enough fat and such in it (which I really should have anticipated) that I had issues hours later (up to nine hours later). I got about seven hours of sleep. I’d have really liked more, but that wasn’t to be.

I want to spend about half an hour in the basement, figuring out which books I own by certain authors. That list is relatively short, fortunately, so it shouldn’t take very long.

The used book store we’re planning to visit has three locations, and none of us know enough about the different locations to guess which would interest us most (the store website isn’t helpful at all in that regard). Scott hasn’t looked at the locations to figure out how long/difficult the drive would be to each, and I think that may end up being the deciding factor. He says it doesn’t actually matter, but I think it might.

I’m thinking about signing up for another fic exchange. I’m not sure, though, because I’m actually making progress on other projects and don’t feel hugely enthusiastic about any of the fandoms I might write for any of these exchanges. Then again, exchanges always lead me to write things I wouldn’t have otherwise, and I’m pretty much never sorry to have done so.

I wrote 400 words last night while I was sitting up and waiting for the reflux to calm.

I finished three library books yesterday, all of them due tomorrow. I’m hoping that I can finish one or two more before the library trip, but I’m not sure there will be time. We’re going to need to go to the library quite early because we’re supposed to go up to Scott’s sister’s place as soon as our appointment is done. I have six books due tomorrow that I haven’t even started. They can all be renewed, but one I’ve renewed three times already, two I’ve renewed twice, and two I’ve renewed once.
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Somehow I never fully woke up yesterday. I got up, and I did things, but I couldn’t manage anything that took focus. I have several emails to answer. I’ve been sitting on them for days without being able to think well enough to start writing.

I took an Ativan Saturday evening before I started trying to deal with the LTD review paperwork. I suspect that’s the main reason I was actually able to sleep because I didn’t sleep until after 3:00 last night. Getting up at 6:30 was pretty damned difficult. The not sleeping was a combination of my body hurting (legs aching, cramps), my brain not slowing down, and anxiety induced nausea that turned into reflux around 2:00. At that point, I had some vanilla ice cream, and that helped considerably, killing the reflux entirely. I’m going to lie down for a while after Cordelia heads for school and after I’ve gotten my paperwork together. Except that, right at the moment, I feel awake.

I have a dental appointment (bite splint fitting) at 11:00 and plans for lunch with [livejournal.com profile] evalerie that I’ve been really looking forward to. The restaurant we plan to go to is less than three blocks from my psychiatrist’s office, so I was thinking that I could drop her part of the paperwork off while I’m in the area. My suspicion is that I’ll come back home after lunch and sleep. Assuming my body cooperates.

My hands were really hurting last night. I’m not sure what I did to set that off. I need to figure out what’s become of my thumb splints. I can find one of the ones I got from the drug store and both of the big, inconvenient, ones of last resort. I can’t find the second drug store purchase or either one of the other pair the orthopedics people gave me.

I want to measure the space occupied by my bedside table with an eye toward replacing it. The current one is something I inherited from a great-aunt back in the 1980s, and I don’t think it will work well for a c-PAP. It started life as a living room end table, one of those multi-tiered things with a half layer above a full and then a second full shelf underneath. The finish is the sort to be damaged by water.

I don’t actually want to get rid of the table as there’s some possibility that my great-grandfather, who was a carpenter, might actually have made it. I have one bookshelf that I know he made, and I’m not getting rid of that even though it’s not ideal as a bookshelf. I never met that particular great-grandfather as he died before I was born. (Come to think of it, they all did. The two I remember were step-great-grandfathers.)

Ideally, I’d like something with drawers so that I can put my medications and such in one and know exactly where they are. I suspect I won’t be able to find anything that I love because I need a very, very exact footprint. There’s no way to rearrange things to get more space or space in different proportions, not if we want Scott to be able to get in and out of bed without climbing over me. The space on his side of the bed is already narrow enough that we have to move sideways to get in and out. I’d ideally like a narrower bedside table so that I can reach my powerstrip without moving the table completely out of the room first (that makes dealing with things that live on the table that are plugged in challenging because I can’t unplug them and move them with the table).

We had dinner at Totoro last night. Cordelia has set herself the goal of trying everything on the menu. The waitress laughed because Scott and I always order the same thing. She said we were eating 'the old way' and Cordelia was eating 'the new way.'
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I had a dental appointment yesterday at 11:00. My bite splint is definitely not long for this world, so I have an appointment soon to get an impression made from which to make a new one. The first one lasted about twenty five years, so I probably won’t need a third. We’ve cleared it with my dental insurance that they’ll cover it, so that’s not a concern.

Scott bought one of those OTC one-size-fits-all bite splints this weekend. I’ve been eying it dubiously because my mouth/jaw is noticeably small compared to most people’s. There aren’t any instructions on the package for what to do if the thing doesn’t fit. Scott says he’ll use it if I don’t, and I expect that he’ll end up with it.

I also discovered that my U of M insurance has been paying for all my dental stuff. That’s not how it’s supposed to work by the terms of my long term disability, but the dentist’s staff is afraid to upset things by trying to shift to the insurance through Scott’s employer which ought to be paying first, and I’m looking at the bureaucratic hoops involved and cringing. This is not a hill I’m willing to die on.

Cordelia (no school due to MLK Day) and I had lunch at The Brown Jug and then found seats at a Starbucks just down the block to wait for it to be time to go to her dermatology appointment. I think we were there for an hour and a half. It was very crowded, and we had to share a table with two university students who seemed to be studying for a chemistry class. At least, they were talking molecular structure, so I assume chemistry.

Cordelia tried a new to her thing from the Starbucks menu and discovered that some things there aren’t to her taste without adding sugar (it was some form of latte, so I didn’t suggest adding milk).

It cost us $25 to get the cab to the dermatologist. If we’d gone home, it would have been between $11 and $15 for that trip and then another $17 for a second cab to the dermatologist’s office. I spent more than that on lunch and the coffee at Starbucks, but… Cordelia really enjoyed being out.

The dermatology appointment was at 3:45 and was basically just for prescription renewals. Scott arrived at the office just as we were heading back and chose to wait in the waiting room. We stopped at Plum Market on the way home to get more liquid stevia for my morning tea.

There is no school today due to ice on the roads. For some reason, we never have delayed start times. Either school starts on time, or it doesn’t start at all. I was very grateful for the reprieve because I was up until about 1:00 with inexplicable reflux and then up at 4:00 with a recurrence of the problem. I couldn’t think of anything except stress that could be causing the problem, so I took an Ativan at about 12:30, and that settled things long enough for me to get about three hours of sleep. At 4:00, I took my thyroid medication and then realized that I couldn’t deal with the reflux problems, so I ate some vanilla ice cream which helped vastly and let me fall back asleep after Scott got up. I can’t use liquid antacids because they make me gag (and shouldn’t be taken in proximity to the thyroid medication anyway. I think the recommended gap is four hours in either direction. Other meds are either one hour before or at least two hours after), and I really needed something that would coat my throat and deal with the acid stuck there. Ice cream wasn’t ideal, but I couldn’t think of anything else with even a chance of working. Water tends to make things worse.

Our upstairs toilet has started running and running after it’s been flushed. Jiggling the handle seems to settle it, but that needs to be done a few minutes after flushing, not right at the time. It’s also not something that we’ve trained ourselves to yet.
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Scott had to work late last night. They told him ten minutes before the end of his usual shift. More notice would have been nice.

Cordelia was able to take the bus out to her usual Friday evening gathering with friends. Fortunately, it wasn’t scheduled to be here and wasn’t at one of the houses that’s challenging to get to by bus. The friend who was hosting is about five minutes away by bus on a route that stops two blocks from our house and about the same distance from hers.

I ordered pizza. It arrived twenty five minutes after the estimated delivery time. I was on the phone with the store to find out where my food was when the doorbell rang. The guy I was talking to seemed very confused. He actually said that he didn’t know the local neighborhood/delivery area because he was a driver rather than someone who usually worked in the store. Shouldn’t a delivery driver be more likely to know the ins and outs of the delivery area? He tried to convince me that I was calling the wrong store, and I told him that it’s a two minute drive from our house to the store.

The pizza I ordered for me was supposed to have olive oil for sauce. I’m not big on that, so I asked for the minimum amount of sauce while still getting some at all. That’s not remotely what I got. There was enough olive oil that it leaked out and soaked the pad under the pizza. I shouldn’t have eaten it at all, but I was hungry and near the point in the day when I have to stop eating. I ended up awake past 3 a.m. due to reflux, and I’m pretty sure it was the olive oil.

I’m headachy now and really want to go back to bed, but I also have things that I need to get done as soon as I can.

I got about 1800 words written yesterday. Most of it was on chapter 3 of We Are Where We Began which I’m really hoping to finish soon. The rest was two ficlets for [community profile] fandom_stocking. I offered to try to write for some needy stockings. I’ve still got four from the list of six needy stockings I was given. I don’t know if I’ll manage more ficlets, but I do want to.

Cordelia says that she wants to 'go somewhere new' today. I have no ideas for this. If it weren’t winter, maybe we could go to the botanical gardens or the Arb (well, apart from me having trouble walking). She’s rejected the university’s art museum and archaeology museum. She’s been to the Hands-On Museum many times and the same with the natural history museum. I really don’t think we want to drive to another town today. We have so many other things we need to get done (laundry, grocery shopping, etc.) that spending an hour or two driving somewhere seems like a bad idea.

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