![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[169/366] busytired
Jun. 17th, 2020 08:25 pmAs I suspected yesterday, today has in fact been extremely busy and tiring! Especially since I started it at 6am: at this point even without the dog whimpering to wake me up (we let him sleep in our room last night because yesterday's thunderstorm went on almost until bedtime and he was still wound up then so wouldn't settle on his own), that is apparently when my brain thinks it is time to wake up now.
I did my interviews, and since I had agreed to be filmed going into a shop I got myself some treats as well as some dog food that Gary will actually need before too long.
I was done with about twenty minutes before I had to leave for work. I ate an apple for lunch and set off.
I was still dressed in the clothes requested for the BBC interview, the ones I'd worn the last time they were here so they could make it all look like it'd been the same day. That had been a much more straightforwardly warm day, and this morning I got extra praise for being willing to put shorts back on (after the journalist, having tried and been unable to send me a photo from the last filming, had to describe my clothes to me because I don't tend to remember what I wore one random day a month ago) but by the time I left for work it was legit light-shirt and cargo-shorts weather. I was just relieved not to be walking to or from work in a thunderstorm! Today's thunderstorm hasn't turned up until now. Third day in a row.
Work was okay. L had to go to the dentist, which had worked out a good system: you're given a mask and get your temperature taken (with a handy gadget they don't even have to touch you with, just point in the direction of your forehead; I hadn't seen anything like that before but I imagine it's extremely handy right now!) and then hand gel once you get inside. You go in a back door so it's right next to the treatment room. They even encouraged us to go the toilet at home so we wouldn't have to be wandering around the dentist office, through slightly more public areas, to use their toilet. It went as smoothly as possible, and I was glad my skills in taking apart L's wheelchair for travel by taxi and putting it together again hadn't completely left me. Hadn't done that in at least thee months, probably a little longer! The first taxi driver was good and left me to it, the second was hlepy so I got distracted by trying to keep him away and ended up putting the wheels on the wrong way around, but it worked out okay. Funny because he was the one calling me "mate" and other male-coded stuff and usually that makes older men treat me like I might be competent at something; the first taxi driver had called me "love" and other female-coded stuff but also clearly had had it drummed into him that disabled people need the help they tell you they need and not more. It's not just a gender thing, but it's still unusual to have it shake out this way.
I've come home to still-no-internet (it got knocked out in our area during yesterday's storm) so I've just watched my two favorite comfort-movies (Paul and Despicable Me) since I was too tired to expect any uni work of myself. It'll be an early night for me.
I did my interviews, and since I had agreed to be filmed going into a shop I got myself some treats as well as some dog food that Gary will actually need before too long.
I was done with about twenty minutes before I had to leave for work. I ate an apple for lunch and set off.
I was still dressed in the clothes requested for the BBC interview, the ones I'd worn the last time they were here so they could make it all look like it'd been the same day. That had been a much more straightforwardly warm day, and this morning I got extra praise for being willing to put shorts back on (after the journalist, having tried and been unable to send me a photo from the last filming, had to describe my clothes to me because I don't tend to remember what I wore one random day a month ago) but by the time I left for work it was legit light-shirt and cargo-shorts weather. I was just relieved not to be walking to or from work in a thunderstorm! Today's thunderstorm hasn't turned up until now. Third day in a row.
Work was okay. L had to go to the dentist, which had worked out a good system: you're given a mask and get your temperature taken (with a handy gadget they don't even have to touch you with, just point in the direction of your forehead; I hadn't seen anything like that before but I imagine it's extremely handy right now!) and then hand gel once you get inside. You go in a back door so it's right next to the treatment room. They even encouraged us to go the toilet at home so we wouldn't have to be wandering around the dentist office, through slightly more public areas, to use their toilet. It went as smoothly as possible, and I was glad my skills in taking apart L's wheelchair for travel by taxi and putting it together again hadn't completely left me. Hadn't done that in at least thee months, probably a little longer! The first taxi driver was good and left me to it, the second was hlepy so I got distracted by trying to keep him away and ended up putting the wheels on the wrong way around, but it worked out okay. Funny because he was the one calling me "mate" and other male-coded stuff and usually that makes older men treat me like I might be competent at something; the first taxi driver had called me "love" and other female-coded stuff but also clearly had had it drummed into him that disabled people need the help they tell you they need and not more. It's not just a gender thing, but it's still unusual to have it shake out this way.
I've come home to still-no-internet (it got knocked out in our area during yesterday's storm) so I've just watched my two favorite comfort-movies (Paul and Despicable Me) since I was too tired to expect any uni work of myself. It'll be an early night for me.