I’m going to hold off on the Planned Parenthood appointment. I had 40 minutes to kill while waiting for laundry to finish washing, so I drove down to Target and picked up a 7-day yeast infection treatment kit. I’ve used them in the past and they work fine, so hopefully that + more yogurt consumption + drinking cranberry juice will knock things back into proper alignment & balance.
(Aside: I don’t mind the cream, but those applicators are evil. Nothing sounds pleasanter than scratchy, sharp-edged plastic tubes being shoved up your angry vagina. Oh wait: MANY THINGS sound pleasanter than that. I joked to Dan that I should make him my applicator, since penises don’t have sharp edges. Okay, gross. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t ask that of him, even though I’m pretty sure he loves me enough to be willing to do it.)
In non-vagina news, I miss my washer, but after six months of hauling clothes and sheets and blankets and towels to the laundromat several times each week, I have a pretty good rhythm down. My favorite rhythm is having Dan haul the clothes back and forth, after which I dry them, fold them, and then put them away. But on days like today, when I need to go out anyway, I’ll take a load or two (or four – had to clean house after a Sick Kids Weekend) with me, drop them off at the laundromat, then kill 40 minutes by running to Target or the grocery store or the pet store, and then pick up the clothes on my way home. I’ve gotten a few odd looks by people who see me take clothes from the washer, put them in the basket, and then take them out to the car. What? I can’t be the only person whose washer broke but whose dryer is still running just fine.
Today I was approached by an elderly gentleman who asked for advice on making a new coat “not feel like cardboard”. I suggested fabric softener, and he didn’t know what that was. Turns out his wife died, and since she had always taken care of the laundry, he didn’t even know fabric softener existed, let alone how to use it. So I gave him some of mine, and suggested dryer sheets as well. When I left he told me he was really looking forward to wearing a new and soft coat, and that made me feel good. My gesture was small, but obviously not insignificant. I’m glad I could brighten his day. :)
Century Fuel Products is a propane and natural gas carburetion company. If you’ve read my blog recently then you know propane is definitely relevant to our household – it provides us with fuel for heat and cooking. But did you know that there are special conversion kits available that enable propane-fueled households to also utilize that propane for gasoline generators? These kits are also available for natural gas households as well.
Why would you want to consider Generator Conversion Kits? Well, while power losses are not common, they do happen, and depending on at what time of year your house loses power and for how long the power is out, the results can be catastrophic. In the summer, as we ourselves know from experience, a power loss can drive you from your home and into a motel if the loss is anticipated for more than a day or two – and there is also the loss of food due to spoilage to consider. And in the winter, an extended loss of power can mean very cold days and even colder nights for your family, and the risk of pipes freezing and bursting. With the use of propane or natural gas taken directly from your storage tanks, a gasoline generator with one of Century Fuel’s converter kits could conveniently run and provide power for essential appliances in your home.
Century Fuel Products manufactures their own natural gas and propane conversion kits, and they are designed to work with just about any gasoline generator. They sell them online and over the phone, and they provide free technical support if you need assistance in installing or configuring one of their kits.
While we do not currently own a generator, this is an appliance I have been wanting to pick up to have on hand for those “just in case” situations – and when we do get a generator, I will most likely be picking up one of these kits to go with it.
(TMI/vagina talk alert)
Um. So you know what kind of sucks? Right now I have no health insurance, but I need to get my hands on some prescription antibiotics for…drumroll please…va-jay-jay problems. The gross sounding bacterial vaginosis, to be exact (a little different from the “standard” yeast infection). I’m not normally one to have these kinds of issues (see: healthy balance of bacteria, eat yogurt regularly, am super-fastidious about good hygiene, etc.), but hormonal issues are very common after hysterectomies, even ones like mine where the ovaries and fallopian tubes are left intact and are fully functioning. I think something whacked at some point, because I had some initial skin dryness/itching issues…and now this. It’s been kind of off-again, on-again for the last two months, and it tends to flare up the week before my non-period. It’s uncomfortable at best, painful at worst, and obviously interfering with my sex life!
Plan of action:
- Ask my doctor (also Dan’s doctor, thus still sees us both regularly and is aware of income/insurance/no-insurance issues) if he would be willing to skip the exam and just write me a prescription of whatever antibiotic I’ve had in the past
- Make an appointment with the local Planned Parenthood
The former is preferable, since it would not only be more convenient but would also save PP’s resources for women who don’t have any alternative; but I’ll do the latter if need be.
Last Monday Amanda and I finally got together to exchange Christmas gifts (though I still owe her one more, and something special for her S.O., Bowtie)! Alyssa and Ryan loved what she gave them (artistic books and a 3-headed dragon for Alyssa; magnets and sensory items for Ryan), and I hope Sophie liked the glittery crafty things we picked out for her. And of course Amanda nailed it with me – girl knows how to give awesome, personalized-for-that-person gifts:
Merry belated Christmas, Amanda & family! ♥ And on a sort of related note: we’re both turning 30 this year. :(
Because after a 5.5 month separation from my DSLR I have catching up to do.
(Fuck yes awesome Christmas gift, thank you Amanda!)
(Lest I should be accused of playing favorites with my children, as I’ve seen similar accusations levied against other bloggers with more than one child, I just want to state that currently Alyssa is somewhat camera-shy, so I’m respecting her wishes by not being all up in her face with mine. I love both my sproglets equally! ♥ )
I’m really, really tired. I told Dan I’d wait up for him so we could have some non-barf-clean-up time together, but honestly after last night’s/this morning’s schedules (and all of the frantic cleaning and disinfecting that goes along with two vomiting children), I’m ready to crash:
- 2:00am: went to sleep
- 3:30am: up (Ryan)
- 4:30am: up (Ryan)
- 6:00am: up (Ryan)
- 6:30am: up (Alyssa and Ryan)
- 9:00am: fall asleep
- 11:00am: up for the day
So what’s that… maybe six hours of broken sleep? No wonder I’m fighting the urge to cocoon myself in pillows and blankets and make up the time with Dan tomorrow.