I won the GP appointment lottery despite not ringing until 20 minutes after the lines open. Charles was zonked for most of the morning so I could be a bit useful.
I caught up my calorie information: in the last 10 days (since I started tracking again) I've averaged 3600 calories a day, and had no change in weight. I'd like over the next few weeks to try to move some of those calories from high-GI things to low-GI things, to help protect against migraines. Chocolate has provided rather more than its fair share of my intake.
I ordered the pushchair, considerably slowed by having to soothe a suddenly-wakeful baby in the middle of entering my credit card details.
We made it into town in time to be only a bit late for lunch with Tony & colleagues, and then some time in the library. I managed to leave the library card behind but was able to borrow books by giving name and address and waving credit and uni cards at them. Perhaps I should move the library card into the wallet, as I'm using it much more often.
Then I went to the GP to discuss ongoing issues with my section scar. It's still leaking, the top layer is separated in more places, and it's beginning to hurt again. The GP confirms that there is an infection and it seems the course of antibiotics they gave me hasn't killed it. I have fancier dressings, a course of stronger antibiotics and instructions to take plenty of salt-water baths. I hate having the scar inspected, I hate doctors poking me while I lie down and I hate having to think about the scar and being reminded of the section and indirectly the horrible bits of the birth.
In Boots to collect the prescription, I also gave in and bought some cute baby tshirts that were on half-price sale before we finally headed home.
Spent the evening feeding myself and Charles, roughly alternately.
I caught up my calorie information: in the last 10 days (since I started tracking again) I've averaged 3600 calories a day, and had no change in weight. I'd like over the next few weeks to try to move some of those calories from high-GI things to low-GI things, to help protect against migraines. Chocolate has provided rather more than its fair share of my intake.
I ordered the pushchair, considerably slowed by having to soothe a suddenly-wakeful baby in the middle of entering my credit card details.
We made it into town in time to be only a bit late for lunch with Tony & colleagues, and then some time in the library. I managed to leave the library card behind but was able to borrow books by giving name and address and waving credit and uni cards at them. Perhaps I should move the library card into the wallet, as I'm using it much more often.
Then I went to the GP to discuss ongoing issues with my section scar. It's still leaking, the top layer is separated in more places, and it's beginning to hurt again. The GP confirms that there is an infection and it seems the course of antibiotics they gave me hasn't killed it. I have fancier dressings, a course of stronger antibiotics and instructions to take plenty of salt-water baths. I hate having the scar inspected, I hate doctors poking me while I lie down and I hate having to think about the scar and being reminded of the section and indirectly the horrible bits of the birth.
In Boots to collect the prescription, I also gave in and bought some cute baby tshirts that were on half-price sale before we finally headed home.
Spent the evening feeding myself and Charles, roughly alternately.
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