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Jul. 16th, 2019 01:26 pmStill here, just very out of the habit of updating. Which I should get back into. Also, today, extremely tired.
(Wait, when did I last update? Holy yikes. I should get back into the habit a couple times a week at least.)
And most of this happened on Monday. So, the boy's hip continues to bother him, this has been an ongoing thing for a couple of months now exacerbated by a patient falling on him. Now, he was scheduled to have a class at the end of the month called "Train the Trainer" or part of a program called "Train the Trainer," I'm a bit fuzzy on that part, but it's something the US Federal Government does in at least two departments (I know because I have family in them) where they take people who are responsible and reliable and send them off to learn new techniques or practices or protocols and bring them back to their home office. And this was to be the start of that.
But if his hip continues to bother him he says he's not sure how he'll make it through the class. And argh. Ugh. Yikes. Bleh. The upside to this is that he does have a doctor's appointment coming up before the class where hopefully they'll be able to figure out roughly what it is, give him a cortisone shot or some exercises or a prescription or some combination of the three, and he'll be okay for the class. Ibuprofen and acetaminophen in normal use doses seem to help, so that's good too. I just. Argh. Stress.
The other downside! More stress! Our Michelle-cat has been losing weight recently, which worried us some but not immediately, we made a vet appointment for her. And then yesterday morning (the same morning he told me he wasn't sure he was going to be able to do the class so that was fun) the boy discovered a lump on her throat to one side. So we moved the vet appointment up to this morning. And the upside there is that the doc thinks the lump is either a lymph node or a salivary gland, not a mast cell tumor like her brother had. Her losing weight could very well be thyroid condition. The downside (and this is starting to feel like that Simpsons sketch from bloody ages ago) is that it could also be some form of lymph-based cancer. WE DON'T KNOW. Isn't it fun. We'll find out in a week. I'm not looking forward to any of it. I have headaches and a dental cleaning tomorrow and if I get some bad news there I'm just going to spend the next few days hiding in my house.
There are things that are going well? Writing is going well. Guitar is going really well, I'm really excited and happy about it and slowly progressing. I have pretty much all the equipment and books I'll need for a good long while, except for the hoard of guitar picks I plan on getting as soon as I figure out which weight of pick I favor. I have this thing, for someone who grew up in the upper middle class it's probably weird, but I hoard supplies for my hobbies just in case I suddenly can't afford them, even if I'm not actively doing them at the moment. Like my ginormous set of colored pencils and my 12 pack of blending pencils. 6 pack of sketchbooks. Though I've filled three sketchbooks by now so that's not that unusual. And now with guitar, I have my guitars standard and bass, I have stands, I have amps and cables, I have a tuner, I have straps and gig bags, I have pick holders and a small supply of picks and spare strings and when I find out what pick weight I like, I will get a hoard of picks and then feel comforted that I won't likely run out. Even though picks are like $5 for a dozen. I have insecurities.
Anyway. That's going fine. I'm just stressed about every other goddamn thing that is not immediately under my control. So this is a fun day. Week. Thing. Wednesday is going to be brutal. Maybe I'll sleep through Thursday.
(Wait, when did I last update? Holy yikes. I should get back into the habit a couple times a week at least.)
And most of this happened on Monday. So, the boy's hip continues to bother him, this has been an ongoing thing for a couple of months now exacerbated by a patient falling on him. Now, he was scheduled to have a class at the end of the month called "Train the Trainer" or part of a program called "Train the Trainer," I'm a bit fuzzy on that part, but it's something the US Federal Government does in at least two departments (I know because I have family in them) where they take people who are responsible and reliable and send them off to learn new techniques or practices or protocols and bring them back to their home office. And this was to be the start of that.
But if his hip continues to bother him he says he's not sure how he'll make it through the class. And argh. Ugh. Yikes. Bleh. The upside to this is that he does have a doctor's appointment coming up before the class where hopefully they'll be able to figure out roughly what it is, give him a cortisone shot or some exercises or a prescription or some combination of the three, and he'll be okay for the class. Ibuprofen and acetaminophen in normal use doses seem to help, so that's good too. I just. Argh. Stress.
The other downside! More stress! Our Michelle-cat has been losing weight recently, which worried us some but not immediately, we made a vet appointment for her. And then yesterday morning (the same morning he told me he wasn't sure he was going to be able to do the class so that was fun) the boy discovered a lump on her throat to one side. So we moved the vet appointment up to this morning. And the upside there is that the doc thinks the lump is either a lymph node or a salivary gland, not a mast cell tumor like her brother had. Her losing weight could very well be thyroid condition. The downside (and this is starting to feel like that Simpsons sketch from bloody ages ago) is that it could also be some form of lymph-based cancer. WE DON'T KNOW. Isn't it fun. We'll find out in a week. I'm not looking forward to any of it. I have headaches and a dental cleaning tomorrow and if I get some bad news there I'm just going to spend the next few days hiding in my house.
There are things that are going well? Writing is going well. Guitar is going really well, I'm really excited and happy about it and slowly progressing. I have pretty much all the equipment and books I'll need for a good long while, except for the hoard of guitar picks I plan on getting as soon as I figure out which weight of pick I favor. I have this thing, for someone who grew up in the upper middle class it's probably weird, but I hoard supplies for my hobbies just in case I suddenly can't afford them, even if I'm not actively doing them at the moment. Like my ginormous set of colored pencils and my 12 pack of blending pencils. 6 pack of sketchbooks. Though I've filled three sketchbooks by now so that's not that unusual. And now with guitar, I have my guitars standard and bass, I have stands, I have amps and cables, I have a tuner, I have straps and gig bags, I have pick holders and a small supply of picks and spare strings and when I find out what pick weight I like, I will get a hoard of picks and then feel comforted that I won't likely run out. Even though picks are like $5 for a dozen. I have insecurities.
Anyway. That's going fine. I'm just stressed about every other goddamn thing that is not immediately under my control. So this is a fun day. Week. Thing. Wednesday is going to be brutal. Maybe I'll sleep through Thursday.