Late!

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Running slow, lost my phone, had to shower.  Got the shower in, dressed, then started looking.  For whatever reason, I thought it was still in the eighth hour.  Couldn't find the phone here, or there, or anywhere I would usually put it, or leave it.  Not the bathroom drawer I use for my simple things while showering, or in the sweats I wore yesterday, or the pants.  Not on the desk, on the coffee table, or in the kitchen somewhere?

Had I lost it again, or had it be stolen, again?  Ugh... here, there, other places.  Dropped out of my pj's, near where I sit... or recline?  I found it it the couch, near one side, tucked in?  That... shouldn't have been.  Even if I had lost it on the couch, I didn't sit near that end.  Doesn't make sense.

Shortly before I realized I was going to be late, but had no way to call, and no way to make it in on time, I got very frustrated!  Ugh.  By the time I found the phone, it was a minute past my appointment.  Still, I called.  To reset or... rearrange the appointment.  Not too unhappy.  I think this is my first technical miss?

And, they had an appointment come free just this morning.  I'm not the only one, just the only one without a phone.  We set it up and I got in.  Nice.  I did ask about the wound, drying out.  They gave me a method to sort that out.  Rather than changing it too often, just open it up a bit, and hydrate it.  As well, they didn't want me double packing the wound bed.  Even if it isn't visible, they said, it was still acting.

So back to every three days, if opening up to add fluid, for me, probably every day and a half.  I can do that.  Do I trust them?  Yes, I... do.  Enough to follow their orders.  If that doesn't work, I'll... figure something else out.  I... don't follow orders to my miserable pain if there remains viable options.  I can be clever, and still follow general guidelines.  Unless those prove false somehow.  So... add fluid, go lighter on the wound bed mats.  Check.

I then drove to see if a shop was open.  Not.  So I went to pick up sour cream, in order to make a cream cheese.  And for other reasons, things.  My friend offered instructions.  I had thought that was to the shop, but no.  It was a shortcut to the dairy.  At first I... couldn't understand.  Then I did.  Nice.  Now I know.

So tired.  I may attempt a nap.  It is up to 88 outside, but 74 up in this front room, 72 in the main, and 70 in the kitchen.  Upstairs?  Probably warmer.  Oh, but a steak first.  I will on eat half, but that will be very good.  Another fatted coffee.  And, then, a nap?  I will text my friend, let him know a few things, and thank him for the directions... if I hadn't understood them... until I did.

Have a good day.