Why is *she* out, is my question.
I love that shirt, Tep.
I am at the beach. It's going pretty well; would be going better if a) I weren't in massive amounts of pain and therefore not only dealing with that but my parents looking at me all sad and shit and b) having to start looking for a new place to live which interferes with my aggressive chillaxing schedule. Books are being consumed at a furious rate, which is delightful.
My mom: Every time we see you, you're in such pain.
My inner response: It's called *chronic* pain for a reason, Mama.
Drew owns the cake or death Tshirt, which should surprise no one.
Hello all. I am drowning in work. Hope to surface again someday.
My family has the weird superstition that the baby should not leave the house for the first 30 days. But, I know that's my family drama (it's not news that we're crazy) If I saw someone with a baby out, I would not accost them in the street!
I took the baby to work with me after a week. Every day. I did ask the doctor about it and she said it was all good. Just last week I was at a big outdoor party and there were 2 babies less than a month old. Of course it goes back to what works for you and TCG is all that matters.
eta: note that I did not have a c-section, because I would certainly not have been driving to work at 7 days if that were the case!
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
I had wondered whether I should start taking a drug that normally affects the immune system while I had symptoms of a respiratory infection. My oncologist wanted to attribute my symptoms to the cancer, which has been her response several times in the last six weeks. I went to my PCP, and I have pneumonia. I just sent a snippy e-mail to my oncologist.
She's lucky you restrained yourself to "snippy".
My oncologist wanted to attribute my symptoms to the cancer
To a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Glad you got a second opinion. Mucho lung-ma!
It's definitely a good thing that my plan for tomorrow already was that I'd stay at home and grade quizzes and get some prep done. The way my ankle's feeling, I don't think I'd be able to handle teaching tomorrow without my walker, and I don't feel like explaining the walker to people. (Though people have been relatively OK about my ankle brace -- one person who asked actual relevant questions, one person who asked annoying intrusive questions, and a couple people who've stared. Not too bad.) (I've already figured out completely stair-free routes to all my classes, just in case I need them. My usual routes have one or two steps, but I found ways around those. Though those ways often involve walking all the way around a building, because there are many buildings on campus that have internal stairs that make it impossible to enter on one side and get to a classroom on the other side without using stairs.)
I just sent a snippy e-mail to my oncologist.
Yeah. Hope the lungs are much happier soon.
Holy jesus, pneumonia? In someone with compromised immunity?
To a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
Not to indulge too many of my own issues, but oncologists seem to have horrible tunnel vision. Maybe they have to, it's got to be a grueling specialty, but it seems they're dealing with a checksheet of symptoms and reactions, not a person who may be feeling overwhelmed.
And that's enough of that for me for the moment. Get well soon, Ginger's lungs.
