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azurelunatic) wrote2022-07-26 08:25 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2022-07-26 08:25 pm
100 on the front porch, Netflix, and the fuckin' tree
My psych is interested in tracking how many of my nightmares leave me sweaty, and/or if my heart rate is affected. So I've been tracking that. The other day I finally got a little fan affixed to my bedside shelves, and I've got it pointed at my head. (It has little feet for standing on a flat surface, as well as tentacular clinging, but that proved unsuitable. Specifically, when I put it there my sleep tracking registered the motion as a restless light sleep, and I usually do hit some moments of deep sleep during that phase.) The set of pillows that prop me up at the correct angle on my side is approximately like having a good chunk of my torso and head wrapped in heavy blankets. The fan is helping considerably, even with the room cooled to a comfortable level by the mini-splits.
Now that the refrigerant is at the correct level, they're working very nicely to keep the house at a good temperature. It's a balmy 77F at the height of Belovedest's face, or it was, and it just dropped a degree as the sun has started to disappear.
I, of course, had to go out in that today. Doctor appointment, to discuss my latest numbers. The number that we're most interested in has dropped 1/10 of a point, which is a good thing.
Belovedest said I could take their car if mine was too hot, but between opening the windows immediately and my choice of a non-black steering wheel cover, the car was cool enough to drive safely. I scored a parking spot mostly in the shade, and broke out my folding window shade for the other window. It helped.
I opted for the three-month follow-up (I could have gone with 6 month, since my numbers are good) and we went over my scheduled vaccinations. I went through my calendar to make sure that I didn't have anything that would interfere. We settled on mid-August (new pneumonia vaccine out then, plus due for the next shot in a series) and I carefully entered the exclusion zone in my calendar. Whee.
After making the appointments at the front desk, I proceeded to the grocery store to collect more watermelon, since apparently that's what I'm eating right now. I also picked up a charcuterie tray, because fuck cooking at this temperature, that's why. Plus a few things to possibly make a Greek-inspired salad. Just walking to and from the car was extremely draining. One of the people on front end had one of those neat little misting-fan gadgets. Then I picked up a snack. Apparently McDonald's is trying to electronicize the in-store ordering process, and I've got mixed feelings about that. On the whole I approve, as long as there are still people available to assist people who can't do the touch screens for whatever reason. Goodness knows that new technology can form barriers in new and exciting ways.
The condiments are all behind the counter now. I got some sugar and salt packets in addition to my typical ketchup. The other day I'd wanted to get some salt into a slightly dehydrated long dragon, and I didn't have any on me. Though what I probably want is some little packets of Skratch ( https://www.skratchlabs.com/blogs/science-products/why-water-isnt-enough ) on account of that's a little less haphazard. (Steph reports that it's not quite the right mix to best rehydrate someone who is highly heat-acclimated, which is Useful Information.)
Getting everything into the house was certainly a thing, and I had to collapse on a chair before I felt normal.norabombay called back just after I'd started breathing normally again, and we chatted.
* Barack Obama is probably never going to read the audiobook for anything in the Locked Tomb series, and we will have to live with the disappointment.
* How to Build a Sex Room is a lovely show, and the designer/host looks like17catherines might have in her 60s, which I realized after Nora said, musingly, "She looks familiar, like I ought to know her."
* HtBaSR covers neither the cost of the renovations/accessories, nor the resale value that the room might add/subtract. This is both refreshing, and also shoves it straight to the porn category. Home improvement porn.
* No, seriously, for the show you need:
- homeownership
- a room that you could partially or entirely dedicate to sex (some of the rooms are redone bedrooms, for example, so it's not always a fully underutilized space)
- THE BUDGET
- the sex part is tasteful! Sometimes our host acts as a sex doula to the people in the relationship and helps them discover things they might not have thought of on their own; sometimes they know what they want in general and she just has to get a good idea of it to zoom forward. One of the more delightful things was the two guys who are now considering the benefits of being a rope top.
I also tried an episode of Blown Away and Is It Cake? while I was seriously flomp in my recovery yesterday. For whatever reason, the cake show didn't hit me particularly well. That first episode seems to focus more on the trash-talk and game show aspects, and the baking highlights seem oddly condensed. Maybe it hits its stride later.
Uncle Skippy was in the hospital the last I heard; there were high winds in the area the other night, and he got walloped by part of a tree while trying to clear the road (I assume with an unofficial crew of neighbors). He got a bad bonk but no skull fractures or brain bleeds, and a lot of staples in his head. A little later on they discovered the partially collapsed lung (!!!) and the various broken bones in the torso. Mama may go and visit if he's feeling up for it. His girlfriend has the kid.
I told Mama the unexpected-ish things I needed in the hospital -- the power strip for all my devices, and the companion to meet the delivery person because hospital food sucks so much. ("How come you get bacon on the cardiac ward?" Well, because I'm low-carb and allergic/intolerant/badly averse to so much of the menu, and cream of broccoli soup with extra broccoli gets Very Old Very Quickly.)
I had unscheduled my blood appointment for tomorrow based on my level of nonfunctionality on Sunday, but rescheduled it this afternoon because I'm back to more or less normal. They're always short on O, it seems.
And now it's cheese o'clock, and I should go get some.
Now that the refrigerant is at the correct level, they're working very nicely to keep the house at a good temperature. It's a balmy 77F at the height of Belovedest's face, or it was, and it just dropped a degree as the sun has started to disappear.
I, of course, had to go out in that today. Doctor appointment, to discuss my latest numbers. The number that we're most interested in has dropped 1/10 of a point, which is a good thing.
Belovedest said I could take their car if mine was too hot, but between opening the windows immediately and my choice of a non-black steering wheel cover, the car was cool enough to drive safely. I scored a parking spot mostly in the shade, and broke out my folding window shade for the other window. It helped.
I opted for the three-month follow-up (I could have gone with 6 month, since my numbers are good) and we went over my scheduled vaccinations. I went through my calendar to make sure that I didn't have anything that would interfere. We settled on mid-August (new pneumonia vaccine out then, plus due for the next shot in a series) and I carefully entered the exclusion zone in my calendar. Whee.
After making the appointments at the front desk, I proceeded to the grocery store to collect more watermelon, since apparently that's what I'm eating right now. I also picked up a charcuterie tray, because fuck cooking at this temperature, that's why. Plus a few things to possibly make a Greek-inspired salad. Just walking to and from the car was extremely draining. One of the people on front end had one of those neat little misting-fan gadgets. Then I picked up a snack. Apparently McDonald's is trying to electronicize the in-store ordering process, and I've got mixed feelings about that. On the whole I approve, as long as there are still people available to assist people who can't do the touch screens for whatever reason. Goodness knows that new technology can form barriers in new and exciting ways.
The condiments are all behind the counter now. I got some sugar and salt packets in addition to my typical ketchup. The other day I'd wanted to get some salt into a slightly dehydrated long dragon, and I didn't have any on me. Though what I probably want is some little packets of Skratch ( https://www.skratchlabs.com/blogs/science-products/why-water-isnt-enough ) on account of that's a little less haphazard. (Steph reports that it's not quite the right mix to best rehydrate someone who is highly heat-acclimated, which is Useful Information.)
Getting everything into the house was certainly a thing, and I had to collapse on a chair before I felt normal.
norabombay called back just after I'd started breathing normally again, and we chatted. * Barack Obama is probably never going to read the audiobook for anything in the Locked Tomb series, and we will have to live with the disappointment.
* How to Build a Sex Room is a lovely show, and the designer/host looks like
17catherines might have in her 60s, which I realized after Nora said, musingly, "She looks familiar, like I ought to know her." * HtBaSR covers neither the cost of the renovations/accessories, nor the resale value that the room might add/subtract. This is both refreshing, and also shoves it straight to the porn category. Home improvement porn.
* No, seriously, for the show you need:
- homeownership
- a room that you could partially or entirely dedicate to sex (some of the rooms are redone bedrooms, for example, so it's not always a fully underutilized space)
- THE BUDGET
- the sex part is tasteful! Sometimes our host acts as a sex doula to the people in the relationship and helps them discover things they might not have thought of on their own; sometimes they know what they want in general and she just has to get a good idea of it to zoom forward. One of the more delightful things was the two guys who are now considering the benefits of being a rope top.
I also tried an episode of Blown Away and Is It Cake? while I was seriously flomp in my recovery yesterday. For whatever reason, the cake show didn't hit me particularly well. That first episode seems to focus more on the trash-talk and game show aspects, and the baking highlights seem oddly condensed. Maybe it hits its stride later.
Uncle Skippy was in the hospital the last I heard; there were high winds in the area the other night, and he got walloped by part of a tree while trying to clear the road (I assume with an unofficial crew of neighbors). He got a bad bonk but no skull fractures or brain bleeds, and a lot of staples in his head. A little later on they discovered the partially collapsed lung (!!!) and the various broken bones in the torso. Mama may go and visit if he's feeling up for it. His girlfriend has the kid.
I told Mama the unexpected-ish things I needed in the hospital -- the power strip for all my devices, and the companion to meet the delivery person because hospital food sucks so much. ("How come you get bacon on the cardiac ward?" Well, because I'm low-carb and allergic/intolerant/badly averse to so much of the menu, and cream of broccoli soup with extra broccoli gets Very Old Very Quickly.)
I had unscheduled my blood appointment for tomorrow based on my level of nonfunctionality on Sunday, but rescheduled it this afternoon because I'm back to more or less normal. They're always short on O, it seems.
And now it's cheese o'clock, and I should go get some.