femkes_follies | And amongst other things.... (Reply)

Darling will need new garb soon. Well, now, but he'll have to wait a bit. Hopefully once he settles into his new goal weight Alaina will be good enough to help me fit him for new stuff. He's down something like 35 lbs and still dropping. Which has led to an utter wardrobe shift, and his complaining that weight loss is expensive. And that he's going to have to relearn most of his heavy fighting moves, and the biomechanics have utterly changed. For one thing, he can no longer rely on sheer mass and momentum. :-)

He also had an "interview" today - or rather a meeting with the rest of the sales team he'd be potentially joining. Thought it went well. So it's another "2 weeks" and we'll know if he gets the final interview with the big cheese or not. Murphy's Law states that he'll get this job - and be in Kansas City for training when I'm due. ;-) Ah, well, que sera, sera. I knew what I was signing on for when I married a Marine. And KC is a hell of a lot closer than the Sandbox, after all. Given the struggle to GET to that point, if it comes, it'll be worth the inconvenience. Insurance would be nice. The arthritis portion of his PA seems to be more or less in remission (which means new damage is not occurring, though old lesions are still present). But the psoriasis part is in full swing and causing misery. Some of the plaques hurt just to look at. Dermarest DOES seem to help - though it stings. I try to save being helpful with it for when I'm annoyed at him. ;-)

Computers at work are fixed. I have not deigned to even ask what the problem was. I suspect it's something inane enough I don't even want to know. At least some of the symptoms entertained Dad quite a bit.

Still need to find time to strip the rest of the wallpaper from the nursery, prime and paint it. And dig out Anneliese's baby clothes, wash up some of them and take an inventory. Need a few more tidbits, but nothing really all that major, and likely we'll be able to take care of that soon. I think I have most of my list knocked out. Need to finish packing MY bag (that one got the drop on me last time). But it's about 1/2 done. The rest isn't packed because I don't HAVE it yet. I don't even own spring weight nightgowns fit to be seen in public. Might not bother - last time I was sick enough to just not care and use the hospital ones. I don't remember it being that big a hassle. I smell a to-do list for the weekend. Who writes these "checklists" anyway?

One of my tech, Ann's, best friends is actually an Anesthetist at Spectrum. Apparently he hates VBACs, due to the crisis they cause when they DO go badly. I told her to tell him from me that its not him getting sliced and diced, so he can deal with it. So there. Besides, why borrow trouble when there's so much to be had right here?

Needless to say, my brain is running around in circles. Mostly, without the rest of me. I seem to have picked up a disease of some sort over the weekend. I was whipped by the time we GOT to RUM. Managed to make it through the day, but I've now acquired a cough - sans other symptoms. Grrrr.

I'm also trying madly to finish up a Court Scroll for this weekend, hopefully to be sent with Collette. Poor Hannah is awash in assignments, but has no takers. Clancy Day is always a rough list to assign. I'd take another, but I'd like to get mine to Collette tomorrow, as I don't know when else I could get it to her.

And this is our other associate vet's last week of work. So after this, I'm back to on call every other week. At least she took the weekend for me before she went. *sigh* I need to wedge about another 6 hours into every day. One for a nap - the rest to try to get things accomplished. There isn't a lot of time for extraneous "stuff" right now. I'm even sort of hoping the girls at work have given up on the "shower" notion. I've pretty much got my stuff together. And I would rather put my head down for an hour at lunch and snag a naplet. Bless their hearts, they want to be helpful. But excessive attention on the subject just makes me jumpy, really. I'm trying hard to sort of not dwell on any of it - or it feels like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. A concept not apparently understood by anybody but Mom.

Nearly bed-time. Happy thoughts for Darling and the job-hunt (and the PA) if you have them to spare, please?