More about packing

[ritaxis]

Everything failed the drip dry test except for one glorified t shirt with Escher birds on it -- I mean it's made of ultralight tshirt material and is cut halfway between a shell and a tshirt. Sometimes it looks good on me and sometimes it's hideous. Even the rayon things failed. I decided we can't buy new clothes for the trip, though I may change my mind if things turn out too heavy. Anway, I think we're just going to have to find a laundromat or two. A salutory side effect is that I have gone through my clothes and discarded maybe half of them.

My dragonfly shirt has a bleach spot and I'm not tossing it. I'm staring at it over and over trying to figure out how to save it.

I was a little dismayed at the advice to bring dressy clothes. Frank and the nice fellow are slobs. I can just take over the nice fellow's packing, and maybe Frank's, though that's a little weird at this stage of his life. I don't think I found but maybe one skirt (and no dresses) that I would travel with. But I have some nicer pants. I'm not worried about Emma, she dresses nicely left to her own devices.

My issue with my own prescriptions is that I take nine different pills and I carry two inhalers. This is a lot of packing space. I used to, when going to the mountains or someplace, just throw a bunch of pills into one bottle. But I've been using the compartmentalized pill container and it has changed my life in several ways. The drugs are not the kind that send people into paroxysms of self-righteous drug-war paranoia (unlike Emma's): two blood pressure drugs, two anti-cholesterol drugs, an acid reducer, two vitamins (one of the cholesterol drugs is also a vitamin), a thingy I take for forgetfulness,and baby aspirin to prevent clots.

One issue is that we need to keep things even lighter, because Emma won't be able to carry anything at all so we have four people's stuff and three people to carry.

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[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

The drip dry test was: if I wash it and wring it out this afternoon, and then hang it on a hanger in the house, will it be dry enough to wear tomorrow morning? I didn't use line drying because that's not the conditions I'll be doing it in.

Nobody wears the size I do except for some people who are three thousand miles away. I hear you about microfiber: I think it's a miracle, a polyester I can wear without excruciating pain -- but I really can't spend any more money. I wish I'd been thinking about microfiber the last time I was buying clothes. Oh well.

All of my drugs are critical. I can skip the cholesterol drugs for a day or two but I can't go longer than that. I utterly fold when I don't take these things: I swell up, I become stupid and slow, I can't stop eating and I can't sleep, though I fall into a lower level of consciousness every time I sit down, and I just sort of ache all over.

I'll get a letter from my doctor too, I think.

[diminishedsheep.livejournal.com]

We should probably get a letter for my prescriptions. Especially the painkiller, but the muscle relaxant, too. And I suppose we should be getting it from the neurosurgeon, and isn't that weird? I have a neurosurgeon!

[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

Yes, we're going to get the letter from Dr. Harper. You have a neurosurgeon, yes. Last year you saw your primary: an orthopedist: a back specialist: a chronic pain specialist: the neurosurgeon: and a series of physical therapists. You're a precious object, kiddo.

I'm still vacillating on whether there's any alternative for me to carrying nine medicine bottles everywhere I go.