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Not quite so busy
Today--being the day after yesterday--I unsurprisingly had to slow down. So I didn't get up early and squeeze in a few hours at work before taking Husband to the physio.
The one non-negotiable item today was a visit to the shrink. This was the scheduled follow-up appointment after I was supposed to (on my own request) try a different anti-depressent medication. Because the doc went on holidays I had two weeks to experiment before changing over, and discovered that good old beige discipline improved matters enough to make changing meds a moot point. Sigh. I have to ease up on the salmon, which is full of amines and other radical goodies.
He liked my "I was prepared in a facility that also processes nuts" t-shirt. How could I not wear it today?
I mentioned my dramatic crash after the last nerve flare settled, and he agreed with my theory that it could have been natural opiate withdrawal. Does that make me an organic junkie?
The good doctor has become deeply interested in my involvement with Swancon. He talked about the increasing specialisation in academic conferences. I then mentioned that one of Swancon's strengths and weaknesses was its diveristy, and rattled off a dozen or so fandoms/groups that desired representation. "How could that possibly work?" he asked, wide-eyed with alarm. How indeed.
I talked about horses for the first time, and the RDA volunteer application (they open Tuesday!). It had never come up before; our discussions have tended to concentrate on bad things, and the horse obsession has reignited only relatively recently.
I'm getting much better at just chatting during consults. They're not supposed to be counselling sessions, so in the interests of efficiency I've tried to focus on the medical side of things, and was accused of obsession. Now I've learned to accept that the shrink seems to want to draw his own conclusions by observation, so I give him reasonably freeform converation to listen to. He made notes here and there so I guess it worked for him.
At home I did a load of laundry and hung it under cover because of the threat of rain. It didn't rain :-(
I booked The Catmobile in fora double hip replacement new shocks tomorrow. I'm quite looking forward to it, although at one point in the car shuffle planning it looked like I'd have to drive the AUTOMATIC to work. Ick.
I retrieved another cat cage from thegiant spider emporium shed in preparation for Friday.
Husband was well enough to drive himself the 5 minutes to the physio. The shoulder strain was probably due to bad posture during a jam session on the weekend, and is clearing up. He was cleared to go to band rehearsal tonight, and he's got two big band gigs in different golf clubs on the next two Sundays. He received advice about shoes and stretching that he might even listen to.
Husband acquired a new fit ball for the household: it's sturdy, shiny, dark blue and ribbed for everyone's pleasure. It's called Rover, naturally. It's slowly responding to the persuasion of a small bicycle pump, but we're heeding instructions to not fully inflate it in the first 24 hours. Instructionz I reedz them.
The downside of churning through the to-do list: it's expensive. Satisfying, but expensive. Still, taking a $50,000 car purchase out of the mix has reduced the budget to manageable levels.
Tomorrow holds the possibility of a trip to IKEA for the sole purpose of purchasing a (fully armed and operational)death rubber star duck.
Multiple social engagements in the next 1-2 weeks. Will have to be selective. Hopefully I'll make one or two.
Loves you lots, and thanks for tagging along with me in this strange electronic playground.
The one non-negotiable item today was a visit to the shrink. This was the scheduled follow-up appointment after I was supposed to (on my own request) try a different anti-depressent medication. Because the doc went on holidays I had two weeks to experiment before changing over, and discovered that good old beige discipline improved matters enough to make changing meds a moot point. Sigh. I have to ease up on the salmon, which is full of amines and other radical goodies.
He liked my "I was prepared in a facility that also processes nuts" t-shirt. How could I not wear it today?
I mentioned my dramatic crash after the last nerve flare settled, and he agreed with my theory that it could have been natural opiate withdrawal. Does that make me an organic junkie?
The good doctor has become deeply interested in my involvement with Swancon. He talked about the increasing specialisation in academic conferences. I then mentioned that one of Swancon's strengths and weaknesses was its diveristy, and rattled off a dozen or so fandoms/groups that desired representation. "How could that possibly work?" he asked, wide-eyed with alarm. How indeed.
I talked about horses for the first time, and the RDA volunteer application (they open Tuesday!). It had never come up before; our discussions have tended to concentrate on bad things, and the horse obsession has reignited only relatively recently.
I'm getting much better at just chatting during consults. They're not supposed to be counselling sessions, so in the interests of efficiency I've tried to focus on the medical side of things, and was accused of obsession. Now I've learned to accept that the shrink seems to want to draw his own conclusions by observation, so I give him reasonably freeform converation to listen to. He made notes here and there so I guess it worked for him.
At home I did a load of laundry and hung it under cover because of the threat of rain. It didn't rain :-(
I booked The Catmobile in for
I retrieved another cat cage from the
Husband was well enough to drive himself the 5 minutes to the physio. The shoulder strain was probably due to bad posture during a jam session on the weekend, and is clearing up. He was cleared to go to band rehearsal tonight, and he's got two big band gigs in different golf clubs on the next two Sundays. He received advice about shoes and stretching that he might even listen to.
Husband acquired a new fit ball for the household: it's sturdy, shiny, dark blue and ribbed for everyone's pleasure. It's called Rover, naturally. It's slowly responding to the persuasion of a small bicycle pump, but we're heeding instructions to not fully inflate it in the first 24 hours. Instructionz I reedz them.
The downside of churning through the to-do list: it's expensive. Satisfying, but expensive. Still, taking a $50,000 car purchase out of the mix has reduced the budget to manageable levels.
Tomorrow holds the possibility of a trip to IKEA for the sole purpose of purchasing a (fully armed and operational)
Multiple social engagements in the next 1-2 weeks. Will have to be selective. Hopefully I'll make one or two.
Loves you lots, and thanks for tagging along with me in this strange electronic playground.