Today's accountability project from therapy was shame-cleaning. Therapist asked how the paper sorting thing from our last session was going along. Instead of paper sorting, I'd pill bottle sorted and labeled.

You could argue that for the first however long post-therapy this afternoon I worked on pill boxes instead of papers, but I think I've fairly comprehensively put enough time into papers by this point in the evening that I can say I worked on papers. Even though the pill boxes needed doing too.

I have red folders labeled 2022, 2023, and 2024, as well as Scrap and a blank red label. I have a blue folder labeled Chemo 2023.

The dated folders are getting miscellaneous medical stuff, mostly prescription. The scrap folder is going to grow once I start sorting the other folders. Even if I'm keeping all of the "you got this medication on this date and your insurance saved you this much" slips, I certainly don't have to keep all of the medication information sheets. My general rule for those is I keep one copy of the medication information sheet per year that I am taking it in, or perhaps an additional one if it's updated at some point during the year. At some point this will get condensed, but right now I'm just trying to make sense of the chaos.

Today I prepared boba for bubble tea, and it is being delicious. I am having it with chai spiced milk tea.

In chemo news, the cold cap is working insofar as I am getting a fuzz of new hair in the sparse space on top of my head that I can only really perceive when I hold the whole small chunk up and see how it stops being there after about two centimeters.

When I get to the bottom of this bin, I may start doing an internal sort of the red folders. It's also possible that bedtime may hit first.