sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
The kind where, as I'm giving the Zodlings their baths and tucking them into bed, I could *swear* I'd just done this five minutes ago.

This despite having spent a moderately productive and interesting day baking and wrangling said Zodlings.

Mark's IEP got rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Tom is running the conn at home and retrieving Mark from the bus for me. I'm attending the IEP as Official Parental Unit. Sarah's communicating via teleconference as she can't make it down from Denver. Fingers crossed, and prayers requested from all sides.

Still no news from Misawa. We don't expect them to decide they can cope with our Zodlings, but I'd like firm confirmation of that so we can move on to the next part of the process for finding Tom's next assignment.

Stupid serotonin tricks are behaving themselves. Stupid gastro. tricks are only mildly annoying.

I need to catch up on my reading, on my efforts to learn knitting, and on my self-appointed 'Unfuck the habitat before our as-yet-to-be-scheduled PCS gorram it all" tasks.

Right now, heading to bed, as Tom has early duty requiring awakening at three am the rest of the week. Bleah.
sethrak: Yzma rubbing her eyes (Yzma)
Saturday, I went Christmas shopping solo, while Tom watched the boys, who were being exceedingly goofy even for them. I got my watch clasp fixed, bought Tom's Christmas present, and ordered some awesome red velvet cupcakes for him and his office, to be ready on his birthday next week as a surprise. Wandered around the old historic shopping section of COS, and went home feeling quite pleased with myself.

Sunday was a bit less pleasant, as it was too damned cold to unleash the Zodling Duo on the backyard, and they were even goofier than they'd been the previous day, for reasons we could not determine. They've been cooped up in the house because of inclement weather before, and not been remotely this aggravating. :/ Tom made brownies. I made oatmeal raisin cookies, and my super-easy Mark-safe fried rice for dinner, since Tom was expecting to get called in to work if Things Happened requiring Public Affairs to respond. (Didn't, but better to be prepared.)

Monday started out well. Still cold, and Mark refused to wear gloves at the bus stop. But both boys kept their hats on, and Mark at least had the sense to keep his hands in his overlong sleeves most of the time. Jack kept his mittens on like a very good boy, and had a blast exploring the snow and listening to it crunch under his boots. :D

After they were off to school, I decided that since my stomach was mildly acting up and it was ridiculously cold, I would take a nice luxurious nap. I was caught up on laundry; Tom had recently deep-cleaned the bathrooms; and there wasn't anything I really *had* to do regarding housework or other domestic goddess tasks.

Everything seemed fine, aside from minor stupid gastro. tricks. I was looking forward to having a nice rest of the week too. Tomorrow Mark has an allergist appt. at the Academy's hospital, which I can actually drive to, unlike the Ft. Carson medical group. Tomorrow night D11 Special Ed Services is holding a Parents' Night Off for two hours, and Tom and I were planning to go to either HuHot Mongolian Grill or a Chinese buffet with our free time. :D Friday night one of Tom's superiors is hosting a holiday party to which children are welcome, and a white elephant gift exchange will be held. We were looking forward to that a lot. I was planning to make both Mark-safe cookies and the decidedly NOT Mark-safe butterscotch oatmeal cookies that Tom's coworkers rave about every time I send some with Tom.

And of course this weekend: The Hobbit. :D :D :D :D :D

Tom and I will have to take turns going, but it'll be WORTH it. :D :D :D :D :D

Then I decided to check my purse, late in the afternoon, to see if I had enough cash to take Jack to Culver's this afternoon before his occupational therapy.

And I found my wallet was gone. o_o

My mil. ID, driver's license, cell, keys ipod, checkbook, and oddly enough my Sam's Club membership card, had not been in the wallet, and were still present and accounted for.

My copy of our joint credit card, my personal account's debit card, and my JCP credit card, however..... x_x

Ransacked the purse, the laundry room, the card, my room, the library on a longshot, and even Mark's room in case he'd been digging in my purse and taken the wallet up there to play with.

To no avail. Tried calling Mya Bella Cupcakes, the last place I remembered having the wallet out, but they're closed Sundays and Mondays.

Explaining this to Tom, who got home shortly thereafter, was NOT PLEASANT.

The stress of trying a last-ditch effort to find the damn wallet nearly triggered a full-blown attack of stupid gastro. tricks, and definitely set off a bad enough reaction to give me an unpleasant night's sleep. :(

In the end, he reported our joint account card missing, which meant the bank locked out his card too - right before Christmas ::wince:: - and we'll get replacements sent in 7-10 business days. I reported my JCP card missing, got the acct. locked down, and will also get a new card sent in about that length of time. Neither account had had any unauthorized purchases, thank God.

My personal debit card is handled directly through the credit union, which is in Omaha, and they were closed for the day by the time I called. :( Called this morning as soon as they opened; got the card locked; will get the forms needed for ordering a new card via email, as they cannot do that directly over the phone when a credit union member hasn't used her account in so long she's forgotten the PIN. ::face-palm::

Still going to try calling Mya Bella to see if they happen to have the wallet behind the counter, as I had a small amount of cash and a large number of customer loyalty cards. Also my library card. :( They won't open til 11, but I'm hoping someone will be in the shop earlier for work.

God damn it. I thought I was being so careful. :(

Here's hoping a little self-care can salvage my health enough to keep the rest of the week from being torpedoed. I WANT to go out to dinner with my Tom tomorrow night. I WANT to go to that Christmas party. I REALLY REALLY WANT to see The Hobbit opening weekend, and to have Tom have to go too, even if we can't go together.
sethrak: Yzma rubbing her eyes (Yzma)
Tom came home from work while the boys and I were in the middle of dinner, looking sick and wan, and went straight to bed without eating anything. He spent most of the night throwing up. We think he caught the bug Mark had earlier.

The boys and I finished our dinners, then watched tv for a bit before sending them to bed. As I laid on the couch afterwards, watching the tail-end of Dancing with the Stars, much to my astonishment I got smacked with an attack of IBS. God damn it, I've been really careful with my diet and activity levels! ::wince::

As a result, I did not make Mark-safe donuts from scratch for his pre-Halloween-parade breakfast at school this morning, as intended. Instead, I broke out the emergency can of Mark-safe cinnamon rolls this morning, and made him those. He was thrilled. Pissed that I insisted they were for school, mind you. Heh.

Shoved the boys into their school clothes and Mark into his Optimus Prime costume on top of his school clothes. Tossed them on their buses. Went to lie down on the couch like a Victorian invalid. Too tired to even watch tv, so I put on the local classical station's internet stream.

Feeling marginally better now, enough to get online and sip apple juice. Haven't eaten anything yet; but I'd better soon lest I cross the line into being sick from lack of food. :/

Tom's currently at work, because between the readiness exercise and the stuff going on at various bases affected by Sandy, NORAD Public Affairs has entirely too much to do. He called a little bit ago to check on me, and sounded miserable. Our original plan for Halloween was for him to take Mark out trick-or-treating while I stayed home with Jack and passed out candy, and then we'd appropriate anything not Mark-safe (which would be just about everything, cough). Right now it's looking like that will not happen. Mark won't mind. He doesn't entirely grok trick-or-treat, and there's three cinnamon rolls left for him to nom.

I am going to lay back down after checking email. I got all the domestic goddess projects done that HAD TO be done within the last day or two; I can and absolutely need to take a break before Zodlings return.

Hopefully tomorrow I'll be feeling well enough to work on my cross stitch some more. This project's so close to being done...
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It's always a fine line between putting off eating breakfast til my morning dose of stomach blerg passes, and putting it off long enough for my neck veins to start aching in what I used to call a "hunger headache" back in the day when I weighed 105 pounds and lived primarily on caffeine and pretzel-cheese Combos.

Going to go eat a bagel with non-dairy margarine. ::guilty look::

In the meantime, to show my life doesn't *entirely* revolve around stupid gastro tricks....
sethrak: Ninth Doctor as a sheep, with banana (NineSheep)
Mark and Jack both took short naps yesterday afternoon, which led to neither of them going to sleep much before midnight.

Which led to me staying up late to chase Mark back to bed, and indirectly led to me getting VERY little sleep, as Tom's got an exercise all week and probably next, and needs must awaken at four am for the duration.

Drink your favorite form of caffeine for me, folks.


Saturday was our eighth anniversary. :D Tom made steaks for me and him, chicken breasts for the ever-finicky boys, bacon-wrapped scallops, and roasted red potatoes. :D It came out exquisite.

Not that you could prove it by the boys. Their potatoes? Untouched. The scallops? We sensibly gave them one each. Mark peeled the bacon off his, but shunned the scallop. Jack poked his dubiously with a single finger, and a look on his face that said "I cannot be tricked. This may SMELL like bacon, but as it is not flat, it clearly cannot in fact BE bacon".

But they ate the chicken, and were mostly good all weekend. So we're calling it a win.

Tom bought me a lovely silver and black enamel bracelet, at my request. I didn't get him anything as he is notoriously difficult to shop for and did not give me any suggestions. I'll probably get him a zombie book or something when he has time and energy to read after the exercise.


I took a short walk after getting the boys off to school; stomach's not entirely impressed with me today, but it's doing better than last week. I am shunning dairy, caffeine, and most non-caffeinated sodas until Tom's exercise is over; I really cannot afford a bad bout of IBS or whatever my stupid gastro. tricks really are. :/

Also doing the domestic goddess/stereotypical AF spouse thing, by making cookies for Tom's co-workers to enjoy during the exercise. We owe them big time for the time off Tom was able to take this summer, and this is the only way I really have to repay them.

I just have to avoid nibbling leftover dough, as most of my recipes contain dairy. Woe.

Today shouldn't test that resolve too much, as I am making butterscotch oatmeal cookies, and LOATHE butterscotch deeply.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)

But, but, you'll frighten the job creators!,0,4118256.story

Walsh said he was against abortion “without exception,” including rape, incest and in cases in which the life or health of the mother was in jeopardy.

Asked by reporters after the debate if he was saying that it’s never medically necessary to conduct an abortion to save the life of a mother, Walsh responded, “Absolutely.”

“With modern technology and science, you can't find one instance,” he said. “... There is no such exception as life of the mother, and as far as health of the mother, same thing.”

What do they teach them in these schools?


The first URL pretty much explains what all three links are discussing.

Stomach's eased off enough to let me try eating breakfast in a sec. For a while there I was worried I was developing the chills that portend a major IBS outbreak - but it turned out Mark had switched the electronic thermostat to a/c instead of heat.

I approve of teacher training days in theory, but in practice, today it sucks.
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Hence, no school for either Zodling, although Jack has a session with his new ABA therapist later this afternoon.

Mark's been up since roughly 2:30 am.

It's barely 7:30, and he's been sent to his room thrice since we officially emerged from our rooms at 6.

Oh, how I miss caffeine.
sethrak: (Margaritaville)
Which was a damn shame, as Tom and I had plans for that night, and the next morning after the boys were in school. (Military gives Columbus Day off; local school district does not.)

Amazing Race, snuggling, and brownies; late leisurely breakfast, more snuggling, and exploring the Rock Island Trail, which has a trailhead within a short drive of here. According to the city's website, that trail is paved, so we were hoping it would prove suitable for taking the boys some weekend.

Well, maybe next time. :( But I've missed SO damn much time this summer from stupid gastrointestinal tricks....

Spent most of yesterday resting. Got well enough last night to think I was out of the woods for a while - then this morning had sudden and urgent recourse to chewable imodium. :(

Partially as a result, I am keeping Mark home today. His class was supposed to go on a two hour trip to Venetucci Farm, a local business that allows all D11 students to bring home one free pumpkin if they come with their class. (Donations strongly encouraged and accepted.) I'm not up to tagging along; we've already established via an observation session with his ABA therapist that they don't have a one-on-one person with him at any time; and frankly the final part of the route is along a highway that I can't drive without panic attacks. :(

I hate the idea of him missing any more school, after his own stomach ailments recently, but there's not really a way around it.

Instead I'll work with him on basic skills like hand-over-hand use of a crayon to make small straight lines, which is part of the school's beginning to write curriculum. He's great at doing wobbly circles, but English needs more than that. :)
sethrak: Lil Mittens being adorable (Lil' Mittens)
and Mark develops a stomach bug at both ends.

Poor boy. Keeping him home today, and very cautiously falling off the caffeine wagon.
sethrak: (Margaritaville)
Sunday night, Mark did not fall asleep until midnight. x_x

Monday morning, Tom needed to get up at 4:30 to go jogging - physical fitness test is today. x_x

Monday afternoon, Mark kept trying to fall asleep before dinner, and during dinner, and after dinner. We managed to keep him awake until his actual bedtime, as past experience has shown if allowed to go to sleep that early he'll wake up fresh and bouncy when we're trying to sleep.

He did not wake up fresh and bouncy while we were sleeping.

Instead he woke up screaming, feverish, and covered in vomit at midnight. x_x

Woke up several more times before dawn; threw up shortly after we got some children's advil down his throat around 6 am. :(

He spent most of Tuesday listless and drowsy on the couch; threw up a couple times at wide intervals; had no real appetite. :( Went to bed the usual time; protested more advil but drank it; and fell promptly asleep.

Jack, on the other hand, spent most of Tuesday afternoon bright-eyed, bouncy, and loud - until around four pm. Then he became mildly feverish, and around 4:30 he fell asleep on the couch. Would not rouse for dinner time, didn't notice when we carried him to bed, and while he sorta noticed having a fresh diaper applied, as soon as he felt his fuzzy blanket against his skin, he borrowed in and zonked out again. Did not wake until 6 this morning.

Today, Mark is mildly feverish and whiny/clingy as hell, but his appetite's back, and he's moving around mostly normally. Jack is ever so slightly feverish, but his appetite's raring to go, and so he is. Loud, bouncy, and very very goofy.

I kept them both home from school today, but they are driving me bananas. I guess we'll see if a small amount of Dr. Pepper has enough caffeine to aggravate my IBS...

I'm spending the day, when not wrangling zodlings, reading Gertie's sewing book, and plotting future projects.
sethrak: Yzma rubbing her eyes (Yzma)
Around nine o'clock, on the way to the pharmacy to pick up my prozac refill, I get a call from Mark's school.

He bit one of the special ed teachers on the arm. >_< Apparently he was thrown off kil-ter by his primary teacher being out sick and replaced by a substitute, and when he tried to do a runner, the special ed aide tried to redirect him - and got chomped for her effort.

The poor woman was sent home for the day, and I was asked to please come collect my child. >_<

I saw the photo. He drew blood and broke skin in two near-perfect semicircles, as well as bruising between the top and bottom teeth marks.

Yeah, that was a FUN day. And me on the caffeine wagon because internet research suggests it tips IBS towards the diarrhea side of the condition.

He was able to go back to school today. We talked to the head of the ABA therapy service who works with Mark, and in future we plan to raise moderate hell at attempted suspensions - he has an IEP, and his severity of autism means that suspensions do not make the slightest beneficial impact on his behavior. We have legal avenues to protest if they do this again, and to work on ways and means to prevent further incidents.

The weekend went better. Did some shopping, got work done on my cross stitch, and only ordinary outbreaks of goofiness from the boys.

Then, last night happened.

Mark went to bed at his usual time, and fell asleep promptly.

He woke up around 12:30 am. x_x Had to be chased back into bed multiple times. At one point I noticed he'd turned on the seldom-used light under the kitchen cabinets. I went over to the switch - and stepped in a puddle of stickiness, which proved to be most of the contents of my vanilla and almond extract bottles. Those are going on the list of things to store in the closet or laundry room at night. If he hadn't already run upstairs, I'd have made him help me clean the goop up with paper towel.

Last time I chased him back into bed was around 3 am.

I went back upstairs shortly after Mark and Jack got on the bus, and while I couldn't quite fall asleep, I got some much needed rest. Going to bed early tonight.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Completely normal.

Which means by process of elimination, they are diagnosing me with irritable bowel syndrome, and will have Dr. Baker's scheduling person call me later to arrange an appt. to discuss treatment.

A preliminary skim of the wikipedia article on IBS does seem to be spot on for most of my symptoms; they just had to eliminate the more dangerous look-alike problems first, as I had dangerous weight loss and no family history of IBS, which are giant red flags that it's probably something else. (Doesn't explain the fever/chill/sweats... ::shrug::)

The treatment section of the article's a lot vaguer, so I'll wait til Dr. Baker talks to me before trying to alter my diet or anything else.

I'm glad this appears to mean no more tests, needles, or IV lines; the site where they did the IV for the radioactive marker fluid Monday, which is where they've done all the other stuff, is bruising a bit, and frankly I'm sick of getting jabbed.

In the meantime, I am hugging my Jack-jack, currently home from pre-school for the afternoon, and resting.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
I did not cry, though I came close. ^_^

Tom took photos of Mark in his uniform for me, before they left. On the new teacher's advice, we decided to have Tom drive him today, half an hour before the bus was due with the other kids, to get him used to the classroom without everyone in it.

Apparently it went well. Tom said Mark freaked out at first, but by the time he was ready to leave, Mark didn't want to say goodbye to Daddy because he was entirely too busy climbing on things. ^_^

Hopefully the rest of the day will go as well as that. ::bites lip:: I have my cell charged and handy, and so does Tom.

Right now Tom and Jack are at one of the branch offices of the local children's hospital, getting Jack evaluated for occupational therapy for some of his autism issues. There's an upcoming speech therapy eval. too.

I've used up just about all the spoons I have available cleaning out my inbox and checking FB and DW/LJ, so I'm going to go lay down on the couch and watch tv.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Every single test has come back negative. The biopsies for celiac and H.pylori. The ultrasound. Everything.

But I'm still having symptoms.

Next step is something called a HIDO graph; having that done the 27th.

We are running out of options for WTF this can possibly be. :(
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
It went much much MUCH better than the one back when I was 24. Excellent nurses, who totally understood my needle issues and helped me through the IV, and the full sedation is miles better than the twilight sleep I had last time. One minute I was thinking there was an awful taste in my mouth (the gas), then it disappeared and I started wondering when they were going to start.... Then then I was back in the little prep bay, wide awake and feeling no worse than I had before. I was wobbly on the way to the car afterward, and needed a little help from a nurse and then from Tom, but that passed quickly. :D

Since we did not have the luxury of a friend to watch the boys this time, Tom and the Zodling Squad waited with me til the nurse took me in back, then they went to Burger King for breakfast (check-in was at 6:30) and drove around town til the nurses called his cell.

They had the preliminary results ready as soon as Tom and the boys came in, and even pictures. My esophagus is fine. My stomach was visibly inflamed but had no ulcers. My duodenum is fine. They took biopsies for celiac and for H.pylori, and the results for that will be ready within seven to ten days. In the meantime, Dr. Baker increased my nexium to twice a day, since it's helping with some of the symptoms.

Still having abdominal pain. Still not out of the woods by any means. But I felt good enough by this evening to let Tom go to bed after he tucked Jack in (he argued, as I am still sick, but I pointed out we were skipping baths for the boys tonight, and sitting on couches watching tv is something I can actually do even these days; and he was drained enough to give in), and stay downstairs with Mark until it got too dark for him to play in the yard. Then I tucked him in, and now I'm on "watch tv and periodically chase Zodling back to bed til he actually falls asleep" detail.

Got to watch the bronze medal match for women's beach volleyball earlier AND the gold medal match tonight. :D :D :D Misty and Kerry won gold! EEEEEEEEE!!!

Catching up on webcomics. Might not finish as Mark hasn't ventured downstairs in a while and I am getting tired; if he's actually asleep then I'm heading to bed. I've been up since four am same as Tom, albeit not doing as much as he has the last three-four weeks, and I am very tired.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)

I had so much trouble getting that stuff down the tech let me skip the last dose, lest I vomit. Ugh ugh ugh.

Also, the appt was severely delayed, as an emergency CT case came in right before I was scheduled, and they only have one CT scanner at the hospital. I am SO glad we were able to get a friend last minute to watch the boys for us.

Worst part of the procedure was the IV, as usual. Better than it could have been. I do love lab techs who take my needle phobia seriously.

We stopped by Burger King on the way home, and I stole two of the boys' french fries to finish getting the barium aftertaste off my tongue and the back of my throat. Gah. Still on fluids, yogurt, and soups otherwise.

Wednesday I have an endoscopic exam of my upper GI tract - the gastroenterologist was able to squeeze me in this morning rather than wait til the 28th. He thinks my problem is likely twofold, partly inflammation of the lower esophagus and upper stomach, possibly with ulcers present, and partly something with my gallbladder. In his experience gallbladder pain can manifest on the center and left sides, not just the right, because the nerves are interconnected. (Note to Nagaina: He doesn't think it's divertculitis, but he did note my paternal grandfather's history of it.) Thursday I see my new PCM regarding my CT test results. Friday I have an ultrasound of my abdomen at a facility in the same hospital as the CT test.

Progress is being made, albeit slowly.

Boys are in bed. Tom's taking a shower, and then we're going to watch RideBack on Netflix, an anime we recently found. Then I am going the fuck to sleep.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
All my blood work results are in, and with the exception of one of the two thyroid tests being very faintly off, they all came back normal. The stool samples are pending.

Dr. Vu says he cannot recommend any changes to my diet or indeed any course of treatment without more data. This sucks mightily, as I am at the point where I randomly fall to the floor shortly after getting up, and today all I ate was a half cup of yogurt and a few sips of miso. I also had massive chills/sweats in rapid succession and needed three layers of blankets. Tom says today was the first day he actually could feel the fevers and chills physically when he checked my extremities.

What he can do is refer me to a gastroenterologist, and urge me to get a CT scan, preferably at Penrose Hospital, as soon as possible. I am in quiet terror of this, as it will necessitate an IV for contrast fluids, and IVs are never my friends, but see few other options.

Penrose can't schedule me for the CT scan without an authorization number. There isn't one on the form Dr. Vu gave me, and the lady at his office who arranges for them is gone for today. Of course. -_- Tom will call them back tomorrow.

The gastro. can't fit me in until August 28th. :( I am on the wait list in case something opens sooner.

Tom is at the grocery store and then Burger King to get the boys food. He is not coping well with the stress. I am attempting to make arrangements with Sarah, Mark's ABA thereapist, to find a respite caregiver. :(

God I want my life back.
sethrak: (Margaritaville)
I doubt Jane Fairfax would have suffered herself to be caught by Mrs. Elton or the Coles wearing a Darkwing Duck tshirt, though. :/

The day after my last post, I discovered I'd dropped nearly fifteen pounds in three weeks. This news, plus a major increase in my symptoms, prompted Tom to take some leave from work to take care of me and the boys.

My doctor's continued lack of assistance prompted us to find me a civilian doctor who takes Tricare, and when Tricare Prime proved recalcitrant in letting me transfer over to Dr. Vu, we switched me to Tricare Standard. (Dr. Vu is an Internal Medicine doctor, and takes both forms of Tricare.) There are copays involved, but greater freedom in doctor selection. And I can still use the base pharmacy for free.

I've lost an additional five pounds since then. :( I'm down to broths, soups, yogurt, jello, and the occasional plain grilled boneless skinless chicken breast. Still plenty of pain and lightheadedness. Still dry heaves on occasion and plenty of issues with my bowels. Still weird issues with my temperature fluctuating.

We have fasting blood tests, non-fasting blood tests, stool samples, and an abdominal x-ray completed, and the results are pending. I anticipate issues with making the military lab send the results to Dr. Vu, as some of them were done shortly before my transfer to his care and some shortly after. The lab techs gave Tom grief when he tried dropping off samples without me, as he did not have a form designating him as authorized to do so for me - but when asked, they didn't HAVE any copies of the form on hand either. I was too damn sick at the time to go schlepping along anyway - what did they want? A fainting shivering dry-heaving woman who could barely walk without grabbing at walls? I only get Tricare as his spouse anyway.

Right now I am well enough to watch Jack solo while he watches a DVD and Tom takes Mark to the pediatrician for a school physical. I'm hoping by next week, after I see Dr. Vu again, I will be well enough for Tom to go back to work, even though I am confident I will not be remotely close to normal by then, or indeed any time soon. :(

I want my life back. :( I want Dr. pepper and chips and real food back. I want to cuddle Jack on my lap when he gets sleepy and not be in agony. :(
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Lean Cuisine Broccoli and potatoes with cheddar sauce. Possibly not the smartes of choices, if I have indeed fallen lactose intolerant, but I was too damn hungry for more broth or soup.

Let's see how well this sits on my tummy.

Maybe I'll eat an unbreaded fish fillet for dinner. :/ Or maybe not. My health is so changeable.

Currently reading through Mighty Be Our Powers, as it is both shorter than the book about the Fred Harvey railroad food/hospitality empire and I feel a stronger interest in reading it. Getting ready to send the boys out to play.
sethrak: (Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan)
Handled ABA without looking like a zombie. (It helped that Sarah was also not at her best; went to stand up at a wedding in Aspen this weekend, tried to come home via 24; didn't find out about the road blockade due to massive sinkhole until she was right on top of it. All the alternate routes at that point are more akin to goat tracks, tend to lack guard rails, and have spots that are only one car wide.)

Got started on cleanup of Mark's mattress. (He has a recent aversion to the fitted sheet being on the mattress, and indeed to having the mattress on the bedframe at all. This is why we get Resolve in large quantities at Costco.)

Ran the dishwasher. Sorted laundry. Started running laundry. The dirty clothes mountain isn't dire yet, but if I don't keep on top of it when and as spoons allow? We get a re-enactment of that episode of B:TAS/My Fair Lady, wherein Mr. J is befuddled as to the lack both of socks and of Harley/that asshole language prof. demands to know where the devil Eliza put his slippers. Tom is good at many many domestic tasks. Laundry is not among them.

My stomach's actually feeling the best it has in several weeks. Unsure as to whether this is in spite of or because of my not ingesting anything but water until 12:30, and then only eating a small amount of plain cheerios with rice milk. :/

Returning library books, discoursing on the ones I managed to read before they came due, and handling EFMP and ECHO paperwork can wait til tomorrow.

For now, laundry. And small goofy boy shaped creatures. And lots of sprawling on the couch.


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