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So now I know that 9:30 is not the time to go for a blood draw. 40 minute wait, said the screen. But moot anyway because my requisition form is out of date. She called my doctor's office and of course C said she'd fax it off right away and of course she didn't because C's time sense is not mine. Now I recall, we went through this before, so before I trundle down there again I will call her and ask if she did. And if she did, I'll go at the more reasonable hour of 10:30 or 11.
I have to tell myself that just because I don't want to move because it hurts to move is no reason not to move. Thus I accomplish things like washing the kitchen floor and vacuuming the hallway of its winter salt, though surely I've vacuumed in the last two months: but then again, we had snow in the last two months. Then swept the front porch of the leaves that accumulate however much I sweep, put out a bag of garden waste and two bags of garbage. Much wine was required to get through all this. I showered before physio today but must shower again because today is warm.
Reading-wise I finished Tsalmoth and am now on Lyorn and Dzur, the latter being phone reading. This is a terrible idea because I have a bad enough time remembering what happens in any one Taltos book, but too bad. Tiassa and Vallista to go. And still occasionaly dipping into Ghostland, which should finish some time.
Cherry blossoms fall in drifts now. A fast season, this one, between wind and rain and occasional heat. My physio was talking about a tree on my street that has what I identified as double sakura-- deep pink. I went looking for it as I came home, thinking it might be the one to the south of me that the yahoo owners cut down. But in fact it's one that was grafted onto a regular cherry, so most of the blossoms are white but the ones on the south side are pink.
I have to tell myself that just because I don't want to move because it hurts to move is no reason not to move. Thus I accomplish things like washing the kitchen floor and vacuuming the hallway of its winter salt, though surely I've vacuumed in the last two months: but then again, we had snow in the last two months. Then swept the front porch of the leaves that accumulate however much I sweep, put out a bag of garden waste and two bags of garbage. Much wine was required to get through all this. I showered before physio today but must shower again because today is warm.
Reading-wise I finished Tsalmoth and am now on Lyorn and Dzur, the latter being phone reading. This is a terrible idea because I have a bad enough time remembering what happens in any one Taltos book, but too bad. Tiassa and Vallista to go. And still occasionaly dipping into Ghostland, which should finish some time.
Cherry blossoms fall in drifts now. A fast season, this one, between wind and rain and occasional heat. My physio was talking about a tree on my street that has what I identified as double sakura-- deep pink. I went looking for it as I came home, thinking it might be the one to the south of me that the yahoo owners cut down. But in fact it's one that was grafted onto a regular cherry, so most of the blossoms are white but the ones on the south side are pink.
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I do wish they'd lasted longer but that's what mono no aware is all about.
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Oh, that's so frustrating--it's happened to me twice (because the doc's office emailed me reqs that hadn't had the date changed from the previous year, and I never noticed). And now that most hospitals are using paperless reqs that are transmitted straight from doc to lab, there's the potential for even more confusion, I fear.
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This living in the future is kind of a pain for those of us born in the past. Yes, I know, everyone was, but some of us were born past-er than others.