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In short: everything after work took longer than expected and i didn't get the food i needed until after 8:30.
Yesterday i left the office at 5 to hear that my usual commute was jammed up. I knew it would likely get worse as i wended my way home, so i took the long way, drive up over the hills pushed up by the San Andreas fault, and cruising along the fault line, enjoying the fog spilling over the mountains, the blue sky, the golden hills. I stopped at a vista point and was surprised how many other folks were stopped. It was actually a touch creepy -- all men, and i felt more visible as female with the new hair cut and the "cute" top -- so i didn't linger. I tried to keep my eyes open, to enjoy the landscape, the colors, the oleander in pinks and whites.
Home and i planned to do genealogy and nibble while i waited for Christine to get home and for us to go to the grocery -- and she arrived just as i was getting ready to settle. We agreed we'd go to the sushi place by the grocery store to eat and let the after work crowd die down -- but it took us about forty minutes to leave.
We'd selected food and finished our grocery list before they came for our order. With the grocery list made, I was tempted to leave then and there, and i wish we had. Instead, our small meal took forever to arrive: I had two orders of sushi and maki rolls, Christine a tempura appetizer. I was tired, very blue, and so disappointed that the quick meal was taking time instead of saving time. When it came, they were out of snapper. The tuna was wonderful, and i tried to savor it. Still, i was disappointed and tired and frustrated. Christine gently waved me to the grocery instead of having me wait for the bill.
The pharmacy was still open, hurrah, but not for long. We got through the groceries only with a few extra sweets. I managed not to open them in the car, though, but planned to fix the salmon patty and an avocado to eat when i got home. That meal, topped with a simple pan gravy with lime and jerk sauce, was also wolfed down, but the protein managed to meet my needs. (And then i ate a huge rice crispy block, cutting it in half to share, but eating both halves.)
Off to the 6 am meeting: this morning runs full of meetings, which is why the evening's delays made me so cranky.
In skin news: last night was the first dose of Derma-Smoothe, a steroid in oil carrier for my scalp. A colleague's daughter has skin issues far worse than i do, and i do keep in mind that my case is not as bad as it can be. Indeed, since getting the advice from my dermatologist that i should be using the steroid 2x a day on the sensitive spots that have been distressing me so, i think they're doing better. So quickly! Is there some lesson here about risk?
Although, i really did think the cause in one area was due to a different issue and that the problem was the OTC solutions to it were causing skin trauma. My primary care doctor didn't really give me much definitive help when i saw her about the complaint. So, if i remind myself of my questions going into the dermatologist, i did have reason to believe that it wasn't a condition that could be treated by steroids.
Yesterday i left the office at 5 to hear that my usual commute was jammed up. I knew it would likely get worse as i wended my way home, so i took the long way, drive up over the hills pushed up by the San Andreas fault, and cruising along the fault line, enjoying the fog spilling over the mountains, the blue sky, the golden hills. I stopped at a vista point and was surprised how many other folks were stopped. It was actually a touch creepy -- all men, and i felt more visible as female with the new hair cut and the "cute" top -- so i didn't linger. I tried to keep my eyes open, to enjoy the landscape, the colors, the oleander in pinks and whites.
Home and i planned to do genealogy and nibble while i waited for Christine to get home and for us to go to the grocery -- and she arrived just as i was getting ready to settle. We agreed we'd go to the sushi place by the grocery store to eat and let the after work crowd die down -- but it took us about forty minutes to leave.
We'd selected food and finished our grocery list before they came for our order. With the grocery list made, I was tempted to leave then and there, and i wish we had. Instead, our small meal took forever to arrive: I had two orders of sushi and maki rolls, Christine a tempura appetizer. I was tired, very blue, and so disappointed that the quick meal was taking time instead of saving time. When it came, they were out of snapper. The tuna was wonderful, and i tried to savor it. Still, i was disappointed and tired and frustrated. Christine gently waved me to the grocery instead of having me wait for the bill.
The pharmacy was still open, hurrah, but not for long. We got through the groceries only with a few extra sweets. I managed not to open them in the car, though, but planned to fix the salmon patty and an avocado to eat when i got home. That meal, topped with a simple pan gravy with lime and jerk sauce, was also wolfed down, but the protein managed to meet my needs. (And then i ate a huge rice crispy block, cutting it in half to share, but eating both halves.)
Off to the 6 am meeting: this morning runs full of meetings, which is why the evening's delays made me so cranky.
In skin news: last night was the first dose of Derma-Smoothe, a steroid in oil carrier for my scalp. A colleague's daughter has skin issues far worse than i do, and i do keep in mind that my case is not as bad as it can be. Indeed, since getting the advice from my dermatologist that i should be using the steroid 2x a day on the sensitive spots that have been distressing me so, i think they're doing better. So quickly! Is there some lesson here about risk?
Although, i really did think the cause in one area was due to a different issue and that the problem was the OTC solutions to it were causing skin trauma. My primary care doctor didn't really give me much definitive help when i saw her about the complaint. So, if i remind myself of my questions going into the dermatologist, i did have reason to believe that it wasn't a condition that could be treated by steroids.
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