You are welcome in my class anytime, Epic!
OK I normally dislike Rebecca Schulman's whiny "why didn't I get a tenure job?!?" schtick, but I am so with her on the academic publication racket.
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You are welcome in my class anytime, Epic!
OK I normally dislike Rebecca Schulman's whiny "why didn't I get a tenure job?!?" schtick, but I am so with her on the academic publication racket.
Yay, Ginger! How are you feeling?
Hooray, Ginger!
Yay Ginger!
You are welcome in my class anytime, Epic!
Can you arrange to teach a few classes in the Human Behavior Master's at National in 2015? If so, I'm SO there!
Yay, Ginger! How are you feeling?
Yes, this.
Yay Ginger!
You don't even know -- my brain is going "APA style is HIDEOUS! Why all the periods?!?"
I know, right? It makes no sense! Well, putting the year right at the beginning makes sense, since for science stuff, "How old is this research?" is generally a pretty important question. Putting the year in parentheses, and then putting a period after it, makes no sense. And italicizing volume number but not page number, while separating them with a comma, is stupid.
It looks like a lot of the bibliographical punctuation format comes from library cataloging practice. The publication date would be on its own line and end in a period. Each element gets its own line on the catalog card and gets a period. I can't remember what the cataloging convention is called, and I can't tell whose citation standard is closest.
I didn't get that blogging gig, but it seems like it had little to do with my presentation at least. I might try to write up a Guest Blog(they also get paid) but so far there is not much difference between my hustling very hard and, you know, not really.
I just got a call about the PET scan I had Tuesday. The cancer is responding to the chemo! It's shrinking! Go, chemo, go!
Yay!!!
I can't contribute to the editing since I have written a paper in a long time.
But YAY Ginger! Go Chemo! Keep on working.
That's about as enthuastic as I've been able to be all day.
Will drove me to therapy, we dropped stuff off at Goodwill (there was a notice "Effective December 1, 2014 we will no longer be accepting donations of CRT (tube) tvs." - guess no one wants those any more), went to see the shrink, went to lunch, went to the grocery store.
The shrink's advice. Take Benadryl to help sleep and don't think about being stressed out and work on it in therapy. And then I had blood work done with Lithium levels and I know allthe blood work was sent to him. He asks me if I'ad had it done. I told him yes, awhile back. He finds the paper from September with no lithium. I saw him in September, when we talked about the blood work,I saw him in Octber (but not November becuase I had to move that appointment today) and it was a big fucking surprsie to him that the blood work didn't have lithium levels. DUDE ! We met in September after the blood work was done, why didn't you notice it then?
By that time I was defensive and didn't want to hear his advice and whatever.
In the grocery store I wanted to get some fresh veggies, I have a ton of frozen stuff, but I thought some fresh fennel would be nice, but I was in the back of the store and looked at how far away the produce was and told Will to fuck it. I would go without rather than walking that far or standing until he went and got it.
Then we came back to my place where I took a two hour nap because all of that just phsyically wiped me out. And I'm trying realy hard not to frek out or stress about tomorrow and something that Dr. C brought up is I need to stress about things less and not think about them.
Which dude, I know. Working on it in therapy doesn't have short term effects and pointing out that I need to stop doing that just makes me feel worse and makes me more anxious. If there was a magical off swithc I would have turned it off a long time ago.
I have to open tomorrow and I guess I'm just going to go in and talk to the manager on duty and try to be as honest as possible and tell them I can stay as long as I can but if it gets to the point where I have to shuffle-limp-waddle in order to walk then I have to go home. I don't want to be like - oh have these pains in my urniary tract and blah blah (becuase no one likes to hear about that) but I will - not just pain, it feels like a serrated knife being shoved through my urethera and into my bladder and then twisted every time I take a step. (or at least it has been. I'm down to burning sensation and dull ache like I've been punched repeatedly in the kidneys)