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I'm so proud of myself. My computer's CD drive has been dying for the last six months--it wouldn't write any faster than 8X, and it was behaving wonkily in other ways. Since it was taking 5 CDs to get all my data backed up, each of which was taking about 20 minutes, this really wasn't convincing me to do backups--the last one was in January, and it took over 2 hours, IIRC. So, after much consultation with mrshamill, my hardware guru, I finally ordered a CD/DVD RW drive. It came. And I installed it all by myself! Whee! (OK, I got one hint from Terri, but that was it.)
The worst part, actually, was getting the case open. I had to dig out the manual to figure out where the release buttons were. After that, piece o' cake.
So I backed up all my data, and it still took two DVDs, but at least now it'll be easier to copy off all the stuff I don't need. There may be free space in my future. Next I'm upgrading to USB 2.0--Terri's sending me a card--and I think after that I'm gong to format the c: drive and re-install Windows. Whee. I'd rather not, but the poor computer's three years old, and it could use a fresh start.
Matt came home sick this afternoon. About a month ago, after the MS-150, he started having jaw pain. He went to the dentist, who said he was grinding his teeth at night and needed a mouth guard--which made sense, since his mother does that, and from what I understand, it's partly heriditary. So he ordered the mouth guard. A few days later, though, the pain had gotten much worse, and he noticed that the gland on one side of his throat was swollen. His brother the doctor came over on the 4th of July, so Matt asked him what he thought, and he gave Matt a prescription for some antibiotics.
Now, the thing about these antibiotics was, he had to take them every 6 hours, and he couldn't lie down for half an hour after taking one. Being an engineer, he decided every 6 hours meant exactly every 6 hours, so for ten days he'd take a pill at midnight, stay up for half an hour, then get up at 6 to take the next one. He'd nap in the evenings, so he survived, but it didn't do my sleep schedule any good at all. I was exhausted the whole time.
By the time he finished the antibiotics, he was feeling a lot better, but he thought there was still something going on. Why he didn't call his regular doctor at this point, I don't know. But he stuck it out till this past Wednesday, two days ago, when he went to the dentist to pick up the night guard. The dentist said it looked like a non-dental-related infection, so Matt called his doctor yesterday and got an appointment for this morning. He's now back on the same antibiotic, on the same schedule--only it's three time the strength as last time, which means he'll probably be feeling even worse for the next 10 days.
I feel really bad for him, and I'd love to be able to make it better, but I'm really not looking forward to having my sleep disrupted again. *sigh*
Oh, and I got my hair cut yesterday. I can't remember who's seen me since I started growing it out in... March, I think? or was it before Escapade?... but I got sick of dealing with it, so it's back to its usual shortness. Matt's disappointed, but I'm thrilled. I've just got too much hair for it to be manageable when it's long. My stylist is going on maternity leave; when she comes back we're doing to talk about some different things we can do that won't make me nuts. For the next three months, though, it's short, short, short.
And I've nothing fannish to say... I've been mulling some HBP things over while running around the last few days, but there's nothing I'm ready to talk about. Maybe later.
The worst part, actually, was getting the case open. I had to dig out the manual to figure out where the release buttons were. After that, piece o' cake.
So I backed up all my data, and it still took two DVDs, but at least now it'll be easier to copy off all the stuff I don't need. There may be free space in my future. Next I'm upgrading to USB 2.0--Terri's sending me a card--and I think after that I'm gong to format the c: drive and re-install Windows. Whee. I'd rather not, but the poor computer's three years old, and it could use a fresh start.
Matt came home sick this afternoon. About a month ago, after the MS-150, he started having jaw pain. He went to the dentist, who said he was grinding his teeth at night and needed a mouth guard--which made sense, since his mother does that, and from what I understand, it's partly heriditary. So he ordered the mouth guard. A few days later, though, the pain had gotten much worse, and he noticed that the gland on one side of his throat was swollen. His brother the doctor came over on the 4th of July, so Matt asked him what he thought, and he gave Matt a prescription for some antibiotics.
Now, the thing about these antibiotics was, he had to take them every 6 hours, and he couldn't lie down for half an hour after taking one. Being an engineer, he decided every 6 hours meant exactly every 6 hours, so for ten days he'd take a pill at midnight, stay up for half an hour, then get up at 6 to take the next one. He'd nap in the evenings, so he survived, but it didn't do my sleep schedule any good at all. I was exhausted the whole time.
By the time he finished the antibiotics, he was feeling a lot better, but he thought there was still something going on. Why he didn't call his regular doctor at this point, I don't know. But he stuck it out till this past Wednesday, two days ago, when he went to the dentist to pick up the night guard. The dentist said it looked like a non-dental-related infection, so Matt called his doctor yesterday and got an appointment for this morning. He's now back on the same antibiotic, on the same schedule--only it's three time the strength as last time, which means he'll probably be feeling even worse for the next 10 days.
I feel really bad for him, and I'd love to be able to make it better, but I'm really not looking forward to having my sleep disrupted again. *sigh*
Oh, and I got my hair cut yesterday. I can't remember who's seen me since I started growing it out in... March, I think? or was it before Escapade?... but I got sick of dealing with it, so it's back to its usual shortness. Matt's disappointed, but I'm thrilled. I've just got too much hair for it to be manageable when it's long. My stylist is going on maternity leave; when she comes back we're doing to talk about some different things we can do that won't make me nuts. For the next three months, though, it's short, short, short.
And I've nothing fannish to say... I've been mulling some HBP things over while running around the last few days, but there's nothing I'm ready to talk about. Maybe later.