Medically Speaking
Ah, violent wind storms. Driving home through the neighbourhood tonight was like driving through the remains of an Epic Battle fought by large, plastic trash containers.
In other news, after 4 days of sharp, stabby uncomfortableness in my left shoulder (and eight years of general shoulder joint pain, shut up), I finally took myself to the doctor. An hour later, I left with an rx for an anti-inflammatory, an order for some x-rays, and the knowledge that I have "surprisingly good reflexes." The doctor will likely send me to an orthopedic specialist, but she wants to see the x-rays first.
It took a little over half an hour to get my prescription filled, so I chatted with my mom for a while. She is well, Grandmother is well, Steve is...only slightly less well than his usual.
His urethra has started to close up. Back when we brought him home and he was starting to be able to move on his own, he pulled out his catheter a couple times. Apparently it left scar tissue, which they had to go in and try to remove/scrape away/clear the heck out of there. He's had another catheter since then (something we haven't done in years and he wasn't too thrilled about), and he went back to see the doctor just yesterday. The catheter came out...with the stipulation that mom insert and remove it twice a day, just to make sure nothing's closing up. Try this for a month, come back for another exam. Mom asked him today which was better, wearing the thing all the time, or just wearing it for a few seconds twice a day; he declined to comment. I think I would too.
Grad school applications, GRE scores, and one letter of recommendation are in! Two more letters, and then they can send me my acceptance letter. Aaaany time now. :)
I made a pair of pants last week. Actual, wearable pants. Yes, the one article of clothing that has thwarted me for years and made previously readable sewing instructions morph into incomprehensible Greek has finally submitted to my will. Mostly because of my grandmother's tutorial. :) But still! I have committed pantsery Huzzah!!
In other news, after 4 days of sharp, stabby uncomfortableness in my left shoulder (and eight years of general shoulder joint pain, shut up), I finally took myself to the doctor. An hour later, I left with an rx for an anti-inflammatory, an order for some x-rays, and the knowledge that I have "surprisingly good reflexes." The doctor will likely send me to an orthopedic specialist, but she wants to see the x-rays first.
It took a little over half an hour to get my prescription filled, so I chatted with my mom for a while. She is well, Grandmother is well, Steve is...only slightly less well than his usual.
His urethra has started to close up. Back when we brought him home and he was starting to be able to move on his own, he pulled out his catheter a couple times. Apparently it left scar tissue, which they had to go in and try to remove/scrape away/clear the heck out of there. He's had another catheter since then (something we haven't done in years and he wasn't too thrilled about), and he went back to see the doctor just yesterday. The catheter came out...with the stipulation that mom insert and remove it twice a day, just to make sure nothing's closing up. Try this for a month, come back for another exam. Mom asked him today which was better, wearing the thing all the time, or just wearing it for a few seconds twice a day; he declined to comment. I think I would too.
Grad school applications, GRE scores, and one letter of recommendation are in! Two more letters, and then they can send me my acceptance letter. Aaaany time now. :)
I made a pair of pants last week. Actual, wearable pants. Yes, the one article of clothing that has thwarted me for years and made previously readable sewing instructions morph into incomprehensible Greek has finally submitted to my will. Mostly because of my grandmother's tutorial. :) But still! I have committed pantsery Huzzah!!