Poor GC.
Crap. I'm panicking. Way too much stuff going on, and way too many people who are supposed to be helping me who won't respond to my emails. Speaking next week. National conference. Attended by 5500 mathematicians. Of whom I'd be surprised if more than about 25 were at my talk, but that's still more people than I'm used to for talks, and first time I'll be giving a talk in this kind of formal environment.
I do have new clothes. I still need to shorten the pants, though.
Hil, I'm sorry you're panicking. I am too. Taking a three hour nap when I already have too much stuff to do is no good.
Oh, GC, the memories.I had my fibroids removed a few years ago and have not so fond memories of shuffling around the floor with my IV, pausing every few steps to grunt and attempt to pass gas so I could go the hell home.
Huh. Am realizing I have no clear idea of what fibroids even are.
They're basically a benign mass in the uterus. They attach to the side and hang on. No one knows what causes them. Some women have them and never know it. Some women have them and it causes their stomach to bloat. Some women have them and they cause heavy bleeding and blood clots (me!)
So kind of like a uterine remora? Huh. Hope the healing process goes quickly, GC!
Vortex, you have felt my pain. Come on gas!!!
Some women have them and they cause heavy bleeding and blood clots (me!)
And me! In fact, I have The Appointment with the doctor in two weeks to discuss what to do about the bastards.
24 hours is my understanding - however adults that can function before 48 hours is unusual.
90% of the time -- not a lot of visual clues to how I feel. and 10% of the time I just fall apart
Poor DW cried as it reminds her of her dad's last days. My poor sweetie.
Hairpats for GC's DW. Watching the one you love in extreme pain is so far from not being fun, it's not in the same galaxy.
Is reassignment an option, Andi? I'm only half kidding.
Yes, but statistically speaking, of the three group homes that I work at, the two that are likely to have a full time position open up that I could grab, would be this one and the one with the resident who bit me back in May. The one house I'd glom onto a full time spot at and never look back, is unlikely to have such an opening until someone dies or retires.
A friend said her doctor told her the same thing, so I'm going to gently put down my cracked pot step away from the paranoia.
Coworkers who have had strep, and could not work at the group homes because they were contagious, were allowed back to work after 24hrs of antibiotics.