infodump
Found out the other day that my Sa02 (that's blood O2 saturation level) was getting down to around 63% at night, prior to getting the CPAP machine.
49% is fatal.
Yeek.
I've just returned to UW for the final year of my masters' degree. With it I've found a certain amount of renewed interest and passion for my business idea, which is good, because it's the reason why I entered the program in the first place. I still wonder how I'll attract funding, and whether it will work, but I'm making progress. Certainly everyone I've talked to about it thinks it is very exciting and likely to succeed.
As far as my actual classes, I'm taking Journalistic Ethics in Digital Media and Marketing and Branding. The Ethics professor is a pleasant older ex-reporter type who is on the comm department faculty; I like him. The marketing and branding teacher is a shrill, skeletal woman who shrieks like a harpy in a power-suit as she talks. She's rude and unpleasant and I wonder how anyone could stand her long enough to allow her to pitch an idea. She's a self-confessed plodder, an uncreative person who does things by the numbers and trial-and-error. I roll my eyes and read her endless PowerPoint.
We're stuck with a group project for 80% of our grade in that class, too. Feh.
It was chemicallace and I's anniversary last night, in celebration of which she treated me to a lovely evening at our favorite restaurant, Mistral. Dining there is always an experience to be treasured, and since it was a Tuesday we pretty much had the whole restaurant to ourselves. The service there is beyond reproach -- on our second visit, with Allyson's father last August, the waiter remembered us well even though we'd only been there once before a year previously. He (same waiter) knew it was our anniversary this time and he lavished especially good wine upon us (and let us take the bottle of tokaji home, gods be praised. If you have never had tokaji, do so. It's like drinking the golden light of that particularly sweet sort of sunset after a storm has cleared.).
I made Allyson a card and got her a bouquet of roses (and I'm also taking us on a trip to Vancouver for the weekend at the end of the month, with the end goal of finally seeing the Red Elvises live).
This weekend Allyson's off to a big SCA Ithra down in Oregon, and I have homework to do. (And finally catching Tree up on the rest of Firefly before going to see Serenity again. Which, if you haven't already, you should see, because it was as good as I hoped.)
49% is fatal.
Yeek.
I've just returned to UW for the final year of my masters' degree. With it I've found a certain amount of renewed interest and passion for my business idea, which is good, because it's the reason why I entered the program in the first place. I still wonder how I'll attract funding, and whether it will work, but I'm making progress. Certainly everyone I've talked to about it thinks it is very exciting and likely to succeed.
As far as my actual classes, I'm taking Journalistic Ethics in Digital Media and Marketing and Branding. The Ethics professor is a pleasant older ex-reporter type who is on the comm department faculty; I like him. The marketing and branding teacher is a shrill, skeletal woman who shrieks like a harpy in a power-suit as she talks. She's rude and unpleasant and I wonder how anyone could stand her long enough to allow her to pitch an idea. She's a self-confessed plodder, an uncreative person who does things by the numbers and trial-and-error. I roll my eyes and read her endless PowerPoint.
We're stuck with a group project for 80% of our grade in that class, too. Feh.
It was chemicallace and I's anniversary last night, in celebration of which she treated me to a lovely evening at our favorite restaurant, Mistral. Dining there is always an experience to be treasured, and since it was a Tuesday we pretty much had the whole restaurant to ourselves. The service there is beyond reproach -- on our second visit, with Allyson's father last August, the waiter remembered us well even though we'd only been there once before a year previously. He (same waiter) knew it was our anniversary this time and he lavished especially good wine upon us (and let us take the bottle of tokaji home, gods be praised. If you have never had tokaji, do so. It's like drinking the golden light of that particularly sweet sort of sunset after a storm has cleared.).
I made Allyson a card and got her a bouquet of roses (and I'm also taking us on a trip to Vancouver for the weekend at the end of the month, with the end goal of finally seeing the Red Elvises live).
This weekend Allyson's off to a big SCA Ithra down in Oregon, and I have homework to do. (And finally catching Tree up on the rest of Firefly before going to see Serenity again. Which, if you haven't already, you should see, because it was as good as I hoped.)