I decided the world can just deal with my floppy upper arms.
Pockets, now. That's the only downside of my favorite traveling dress--now owned in bright red, though they were out of the black--is that there are no pockets.
'Safe'
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I decided the world can just deal with my floppy upper arms.
Pockets, now. That's the only downside of my favorite traveling dress--now owned in bright red, though they were out of the black--is that there are no pockets.
I'm still unpacking. I think I might be able to finish the living room today. Or, at least, have all the boxes out of the living room. I own way too much random crap, and I don't know where it all goes. Like, I know that books go on bookshelves, and clothes go in the closet, and dishes go in the cabinet. I don't know where a deck of cards, of a bottle of Advil, or a steam inhaler that I use once in a while, or a million other little things like that go.
I so know that feel.
I always put meds in the bathroom (or, currently, in the closet right outside the bathroom because there's no storage in the bathroom because Reasons), and I thought that was what everyone did, but Katherine, my college roommate, always put them in the kitchen because there were many bathrooms, but only one kitchen.
Less of an issue in a 1-person home. Although I am attempting to be guest-ready and intuitive (thought not to the point of labelling things)
I keep my meds in the bathroom (except ibuprofen and tylenol, which live in the kitchen for some reason), but Tim takes the rule about not storing meds in the bathroom (because of humidity) very seriously. I obviously don't care, and my meds seem to work just fine.
I also need to add a mirror in the bathroom, because the mirror on the medicine cabinet is too high for me, unless all I want to see is my forehead. For similar reasons, I can only really use the bottom shelf of the medicine cabinet.
I really wish this apartment had a linen closet. Or a front closet. Or any closet other than the one in the bedroom, really. I've got all sorts of stuff -- vacuum cleaner, extra toilet paper, extra batteries, etc. -- that just seem like they ought to go in a closet.
My place doesn't have enough storage space.
Our pharmacy is good about ordering up refills before we need them, and those are stored in the linen closet, because 1.dark, 2.dry, 3.there's only one linen closet and we know where it is.
H has a breakfast meds cup and a dinner meds cup, different shapes, and he doles them out before breakfast every morning. I have a saki cup as my only meds cup, and it sits by my reading chair where I have coffee every morning. My morning meds are in the end table drawer. When I finish breakfast, I take meds, and take the cup with me to the bathroom, where I put evening meds in the cup and then put them by my reading chair where I sit after dinner.
The exception to this is the thyroid med which has to be taken on an empty stomach, an hour before food or coffee. It's in the bathroom. I set my alarm an hour early, get up, take that pill and leave the bottle on the counter, and then sleep another hour. If the bottle's not there, I didn't get up and take the pill. If it's there, I put it away for the next morning.
Works, for us. OTC meds are in his bathroom, and duped in mine, damp be damned.
I have a br3adbox the meds go in. Theoretically. Right now they are on the counter because I'm lazy. I had to stop storing them in the bathroom or linen closet because the humidity was making the lithium tablets melt.
I have been a sloth today. I stayed up too late again but I was doing role play within second lifeel and with 4 people 2 of us newbies it takes time. Because it's paragraphs and turn based. So even if I'm asked a direct question I have to wait for the others to do first.
Today mostly I've been a sloth and I have to insloth and go to the grocery store.
I have morning and evening drugs, in two caddies. One caddie goes with me to work, because I don't eat before I get to the office, and the drugs are happier with food. All my drugs live in a container in my office, where I spend most of my time at home.
I recently moved into an efficiency with no closets so understand your dilemma. It really made me think about where things "should" go - I mean it would be nice to have more than one extra roll of toilet paper in the bathroom but six rolls fit nicely into the trunk that doubles as the end table by the couch so that's where they are!