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azurelunatic) wrote2024-11-08 10:28 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2024-11-08 10:28 pm
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Eight telephone calls and a bleach job
Yesterday afternoon, after my commiseration session with my therapist, I left a message for my psychiatrist: I am looking for a breakthrough anxiety med that is neither alcohol nor cannabis. And while I am willing to discuss this at my next appointment, perhaps I will want this before my next appointment with said psychiatrist. (13 days hence.)
Then I dug around in my meds storehouse and found that yeah, I do in fact have some antihistamines-for-claustrophobia left (they're for PET-CT scans and the like) and I took one and figured out how to fit it inside my meds kit. And advised my chemotherapist that my remaining pills were expiring this month, could he please renew me.
This morning (which I use in the Regency sense of, clearly the time I wake up must be morning) I looked at the faded and grown-out state of the part of my hair meant to be blue, and decided that This Could Not Stand for the grocery shopping, and shuffled around for a clothing that I didn't care about sufficiently that I was willing to subject it to bleach drips. Unfortunately, I think some of my bleach kit is expiring. Probably the Quick Blue. So despite spending maybe ten minutes puttering around in the bathroom before I got to my phone to set the timer, and setting it for 35 minutes, my hair had not lifted to the expected near-platinum. It was, instead, red. It could even have been a tolerable Gideon Nav red, but -- that's a recipe for green hair.
After washing it all out, I came back to see that I'd missed a call five minutes ago. Woops. I called back the nurse line. Within Very Not Long At All, my phone rang again. And I explained to the nice nurse that no, I didn't need her to find an appointment with my therapist to teach me anti-anxiety tricks in the coming week, I'd had an appointment with her yesterday and was already scheduled for next week. Yes, I am taking my twice a day regular anxiety med. And I did have access to this antihistamine from my cancer care. (Which wasn't in my chart, of course, since it's from a completely different medical system and I haven't mentioned it because it's generally a one-off, I generally don't have breakthrough anxiety.) I've got edibles, but I'd like something shorter-lasting, and ideally something I can take and still be the safety driver.
Naturally, in the "post"-pandemic, we are not doing new provider phone appointments that result in prescriptions, and of COURSE my psychiatrist is out of the office this week. I could ... go to the emergency room?
I allowed as how I had edibles on hand.
Then I picked out an outfit to suit my mood: goth, of course, but I also wanted to show the (upside-down) flag. Fortunately, I've got a shirt for that. Underlayer from the clean clothes basket. A-line knit skirt (black) from said basket. Tank top, the one with the inverted rainbow stripes. But -- perhaps something to tone down the rainbow. I didn't find my first choice within the time I gave myself, but I went in search of something else. Aha! A bell-sleeved mesh robe. Perfect!!! .... Except, I didn't like the effect on my upper arms. Hmm. Aha! Portable sleeves! Mesh robe off, portable sleeves (black) on, sure, I can wear it over the tank top. Mesh robe back on. Fighting with the ties of the robe. Grumble. Okay, ordinary bow, let's see if I can find that belt, I saw it within the past week. *rummaging* Aha! That's...!!!! That ... is not for public wear IN THE SLIGHTEST. *further rummaging* Oho! *muffled swearing at the snaps and the tag getting in the way*
But eventually I was dressed (warm wool socks over the toeless compression stockings, sleeveless long vest over the whole outfit) and on my way for shopping. On my own, as Belovedest had another thing going on.
I was not the picture of efficiency, but my travels in Costco included some contemplation of the seasonal offerings and samples. A delicious pierogi filled with mashed potato, some "street corn" with a chili-peppered sauce that wasn't actually The Worst, an inoffensive-looking burrito that was full of stealth bell peppers (which I discreetly returned to the paper cup and put in the trash immediately), half of a small crescent roll ("Can you eat this? Is someone going to come around the corner and stop you?" "I'm in charge of me today! ...actually every day, but they have something else today.") and a tiny cup of slightly gritty coffee. Once the pierogi was cool enough to eat safely, I swung around and grabbed a packet and held it up triumphantly where the sample lady could see. We've been eyeing them, but wanted to wait until they were being sampled, in case they weren't as good as they looked. Compliments on my outfit: at least 1.
I called Nora, Nora called back, I called her back, and she finally called me back and we were both home and available to chat. (I have realized that we are in fact the target audience for the Yo app, given that most of my messages on her voicemail consist of that very word and nothing else.)
I'll do my best at getting my hair bleached the rest of the way tomorrow.
Then I dug around in my meds storehouse and found that yeah, I do in fact have some antihistamines-for-claustrophobia left (they're for PET-CT scans and the like) and I took one and figured out how to fit it inside my meds kit. And advised my chemotherapist that my remaining pills were expiring this month, could he please renew me.
This morning (which I use in the Regency sense of, clearly the time I wake up must be morning) I looked at the faded and grown-out state of the part of my hair meant to be blue, and decided that This Could Not Stand for the grocery shopping, and shuffled around for a clothing that I didn't care about sufficiently that I was willing to subject it to bleach drips. Unfortunately, I think some of my bleach kit is expiring. Probably the Quick Blue. So despite spending maybe ten minutes puttering around in the bathroom before I got to my phone to set the timer, and setting it for 35 minutes, my hair had not lifted to the expected near-platinum. It was, instead, red. It could even have been a tolerable Gideon Nav red, but -- that's a recipe for green hair.
After washing it all out, I came back to see that I'd missed a call five minutes ago. Woops. I called back the nurse line. Within Very Not Long At All, my phone rang again. And I explained to the nice nurse that no, I didn't need her to find an appointment with my therapist to teach me anti-anxiety tricks in the coming week, I'd had an appointment with her yesterday and was already scheduled for next week. Yes, I am taking my twice a day regular anxiety med. And I did have access to this antihistamine from my cancer care. (Which wasn't in my chart, of course, since it's from a completely different medical system and I haven't mentioned it because it's generally a one-off, I generally don't have breakthrough anxiety.) I've got edibles, but I'd like something shorter-lasting, and ideally something I can take and still be the safety driver.
Naturally, in the "post"-pandemic, we are not doing new provider phone appointments that result in prescriptions, and of COURSE my psychiatrist is out of the office this week. I could ... go to the emergency room?
I allowed as how I had edibles on hand.
Then I picked out an outfit to suit my mood: goth, of course, but I also wanted to show the (upside-down) flag. Fortunately, I've got a shirt for that. Underlayer from the clean clothes basket. A-line knit skirt (black) from said basket. Tank top, the one with the inverted rainbow stripes. But -- perhaps something to tone down the rainbow. I didn't find my first choice within the time I gave myself, but I went in search of something else. Aha! A bell-sleeved mesh robe. Perfect!!! .... Except, I didn't like the effect on my upper arms. Hmm. Aha! Portable sleeves! Mesh robe off, portable sleeves (black) on, sure, I can wear it over the tank top. Mesh robe back on. Fighting with the ties of the robe. Grumble. Okay, ordinary bow, let's see if I can find that belt, I saw it within the past week. *rummaging* Aha! That's...!!!! That ... is not for public wear IN THE SLIGHTEST. *further rummaging* Oho! *muffled swearing at the snaps and the tag getting in the way*
But eventually I was dressed (warm wool socks over the toeless compression stockings, sleeveless long vest over the whole outfit) and on my way for shopping. On my own, as Belovedest had another thing going on.
I was not the picture of efficiency, but my travels in Costco included some contemplation of the seasonal offerings and samples. A delicious pierogi filled with mashed potato, some "street corn" with a chili-peppered sauce that wasn't actually The Worst, an inoffensive-looking burrito that was full of stealth bell peppers (which I discreetly returned to the paper cup and put in the trash immediately), half of a small crescent roll ("Can you eat this? Is someone going to come around the corner and stop you?" "I'm in charge of me today! ...actually every day, but they have something else today.") and a tiny cup of slightly gritty coffee. Once the pierogi was cool enough to eat safely, I swung around and grabbed a packet and held it up triumphantly where the sample lady could see. We've been eyeing them, but wanted to wait until they were being sampled, in case they weren't as good as they looked. Compliments on my outfit: at least 1.
I called Nora, Nora called back, I called her back, and she finally called me back and we were both home and available to chat. (I have realized that we are in fact the target audience for the Yo app, given that most of my messages on her voicemail consist of that very word and nothing else.)
I'll do my best at getting my hair bleached the rest of the way tomorrow.
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Good luck with ongoing battles with everything
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Compliments on your outfit.
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That outfit sounds epic.