That's pretty darn cool, flea.

There is something wrong with my laptop and it has been telling me it is 10AM since, I suppose, 10 AM. I am so used to believing this screen that it took going to get lunch and noticing that the car clock said it was 1pm before I realized that THAT was why I was so hungry and had gotten so much done since I last noticed the time at 9:30 (and even then my first thought was "I wonder if I somehow accidentally reset the car clock?). I think I am the very definition of befuddled.

Timelies all!

Last night was another shit show with Mr. S that ended with him being taken by ambulance to Children's Hospital in DC. He stayed overnight, while Gary and I got home around 12:30. Went back down there this morning and waited around for the psychiatrist who decided to send him home, despite our description of his escalating aggression and disregulated behavior. We got back home at 3:30 this afternoon. Gary has been approved for full time telework(unless there's something urgent at the office) as Mr. S seems to do better when Gary's home. I don't know know what's going to happen when Gary goes to the big trade show at the end of the month.(Leaves Saturday morning, returns Wed. afternoon)

We are actively working on getting Mr. S into a residential program, and have been tentatively approved, but don't know when the admittal date will be.

What a mess, Sheryl. I'm so sorry for all of you!

oh golly, Sheryl. So stressful.

I really hope the residential program can happen soon: you all need a break.

I spent the morning at Alcatraz, visiting some project sites we have out there. Ordinarily this would be fun, but it was pouring and windy, and we hiked through quite a lot of mud and bird poo. I got pretty wet and cold. But now I am home and took a nap with the dog and I have to get my act together to go back out -- visiting coworkers are meeting for pizza in Berkeley.

Sheryl, I hope they're able to expedite getting Mr S into the residential program.

The tendon in my foot/leg that had me in a boot for 6 weeks a few years ago is acting up again. I'm really trying to go easy on it, but the distance from my office to the theatre where we're currently in tech is most of a city block and I really hate walking slowly. I'm trying though.

So difficult, Sheryl. My heart breaks for all of you.

Sheryl, I hope they're able to expedite getting Mr S into the residential program.

So many times this. I'm so sorry, Sheryl.

For those not on my FB, my MRI results were...copious. I will know more after I meet with the orthopedic surgeon Jan. 19. And I should NOT have googled ACL surgery and read about how that works.

1. Irregularity and at least partial discontinuity of the proximal ACL adjacent to the femoral attachment, compatible with ACL injury. Correlation with clinical exam is recommended.
2. Grade 2 MCL sprain.
3. Bone contusion and subchondral impaction fracture of the posterior aspect of the lateral tibial plateau.
4. Small joint effusion.
5. Trace popliteal cyst.
6. Mild posterolateral soft tissue edema, likely posttraumatic.

Vortex that would be awesome.

Insent!

Yikes Pix! Sounds scary, but fingers crossed the treatment isn't as involved as all that makes it sound.

I found out last night that the new place's dishwasher still doesn't work (getting it connected was one of the purchase stipulations), and I've yet to figure out what magical combination of cables will allow the living room TV to connect to the internet for streaming services. Neither of which is a disaster, I washed dishes by hand for years and I can watch Netflix/Disney+/whatever on a 27" work monitor while regular cable works fine in the living room. Just little annoyances that pile on more to deal with when I thought I was done with most of the new home setup.

So. Just had the first meeting with the oncologist, and it's not good. Because the tumor has metastasized it's officially not operable. The current plan is for chemo starting ASAP, likely early next week, to keep it from spreading any further. And then... chemo forever, or until a new treatment is available.

Bottom line, I'll have this for as long as I live, and it'll almost surely be the reason I die (unless I take up skydiving or broadsword-fighting). But how long or when? Not known. The oncologist said she has patients whom she gave the exact same speech to five years ago who responded to chemo much better than she'd hoped, or who got by long enough to qualify for clinical trials of something experimental that turned out to be exactly what they needed. One of Hec's best friends has my identical diagnosis, including metastases and officially inoperable, and he's been in chemo and stable for three years now.

And they're taking my pain management needs seriously and prioritizing them (and of course I can't stop thinking about how stupid lucky I am to be a white middle-class longtime employee with multiple higher-ups advocating for me, and how that's really the only reason I'm being treated like this while ita was treated the way she was).