Coumadin is a god-awful, effective drug. Blood tests every few days for, I think, liver function. Plus vitamin K interactions. When the doc said he was putting Hubby on Coumadin, also known as Warfarin, I freaked. "You're giving my husband rat poison??" Doc was dismayed, "Oh, you know what that is." "Yes, I know what it is! And I know how it kills rats!" I made him give the full, "the patient and family have brains" explanation.
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Clots where they don't belong are bad.... (though clots when necessary are good).
Grace has surgery again tomorrow. Which blows as I don't have money this month nor time off. Yay furlough days?
We also received a note from Grace's teacher. The AAC assessor (who we requested to see Grace because we need help getting her to communicate more effectively...we know she CAN communicate, but she has no language right now) had a big suggestion. She said we should get rid of the trache and she'll just start talking.
OKAY.
Yes, I acknowledge if she didn't have a trache she would learn to talk faster. Just like she'd learn to swim faster. And maybe she might learn to eat faster too.
But seriously? You don't want to get the kid an iPad with communication software but you want us to pull her trache out.
Sigh.
And this woman works for the same outfit I do. Makes me distrust my colleagues.
Good lord, Kat.
My friend has two boys with hearing problems who basically acquired no speech or language their first couple of years (he and his wife adopted them as toddlers). They're trying to fight the insurance company who won't pay for speech therapy because the coverage is for recovery of speech. Since they never properly learned...
Dick Grayson wants a hug. I love Cass.
Oh good LORD, Brenda. That's insane.
Sigh. I'm just....ugh.
Dick Grayson wants a hug.
That is adorable.
I love Cass.
And that's never going to stop being startling for a moment.
Dick Grayson wants a hug. I love Cass.
Beeee hee hee! I like Jay. ("I'll shoot you.")
You can be loved too Cass! And Cas! I feel munificent.
When asked if they'd put Chris Brown on their cover, GQ tweeted: "Might be a while. It's Gentleman's Quarterly after all, not ironically-Named-Magazine-That-Knowingly-Puts-Domestic-Abusers-On-Its-Cover Quartlerly"
Trying to think of other perhaps alleged wife abusers that might have been on their cover. Sean Penn? Sean Connery? OJ Simpson? Wesley Snipes? Charlie Sheen? James Brown? John Daly? Ike Turner? Eminem? David Hasselhoff?
(I know that you and J. are smart people and know about drug/drug interactions, but Coumadin has some noteworthy food/drug interactions, and I tend to fret overmuch, so I just wanted to mention it.)
Yeah, Dad gave up broccoli and cabbage once he started taking Warfarin because he couldn't eat the same amount of it every day forever.