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I really hate being sick. *sigh* It's extra miserable when you were already short of breath. Both the CNM and the office nurse have now commented on my cough and offered to get me something stronger than Robitussen. Unfortunately, codeine makes me vomit. So I'm sort of stuck.

I'm glad I purged my little demons in the surgery suite. In veterinary superstition, bad things come in threes. I had two of my surgery cases die on me in the last few weeks, which was making me jumpy. So I was sort of relieved when my exploratory on Tuesday turned out to have a terminal cancer, and was euthanized. The threesome was finished, and demons gone. It made me feel better about the C-section I did at lunch today. Which is doing fine. ;-) Yeah, me. Of course, now my back hurts.

I got my scroll done and passed off to Collette. I sort of wish I'd been bright enough to scan or photograph the silly thing, as I rather liked it. It was a black hours piece, which I find a very forgiving style once you get used to the foibles.

I'm also still rolling the chipmunk/squirrel purse around in my mind. I've been sketching out mock-ups, and likely wire placements. I need a good picture of the back of a European chipmunk, so that I can get the stripes right. Then I'll have to go visit "The Needleworker" around the corner and get some silk.

Hopefully the sibling will come to some conclusions about what she wants in a baby shower so we can get started on that. I may pick up an invitation kit and at least have it on hand, and make Mom help me compile addresses.

I DID have an interesting chitchat with Kim, the CNM, yesterday. She asked how I was feeling, and I said "Like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop." She laughed and said she gets that a lot from women whose previous pregnancy went sour early on. But she still has fairly high hopes for me. Next Ultrasound is scheduled, as is my meeting with the back-up OB.

For [livejournal.com profile] sugarcoatedlie, to further your interest, I point you at an article:
http://www.aafp.org/afp/990901ap/829.html
So, recurrence rate for HELPP syndrome is about 19-25%, and for straight preeclampsia around 43%. *l* No wonder Candy, the office nurse, wants to wrap me in cotton wool and stuff me in a shoebox for the duration. She says she holds her breath every time I come in. When she called today she commented that my cough was worse, and again offered me the codeine. I explained my little sensitivity, but told her I'd live. She said "But you're miserable! And pregnant!" I accused her of being redundant. :-)

Darling had a brain wave, and I have put a bid on a combined lot of maternity clothing today. We'll see if I get it.
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Wow, I'm rambly tonight )
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1. Three Starbuck's within a 1/4 mile radius. Now, possibly it's that I'm not a coffee drinker. But..... why? Are there THAT many people that buy a $4 coffee THAT often? And it's not like its an area where you're concerned about walking distance, either.

2. The weird need committees have for acronyms - even bad ones. One local city has put together a plan for downtown development called "Bringing It All Together" - or BAIT. ?!?!?? Hmmmm, apparently none of us is as dumb as all of us.

3. Bratz Dolls. Why would you buy your child a Junior Hooker doll? Even if SHE thinks it's cool (or has been told by her little friends that it is, anyway). Worse, if you let your child dress like the doll. But I've gone on at length on this topic before. It still makes me boggle.

4. Rachel Ray and Sandra Lee. I watch Food Network when I want to improve my cooking skills. Not to watch some bubbly little ingenue show me how to make commercial convenience foods vaguely palatable. Bleh. Mario, oh Mario, wherefore art thou? (Yes, I know all about his tiff with FoodTV).

5. The percentage of space most local fabric stores devote to fleece - and the accompanying "No-sew" projects sheets. If you can't sew, why would you be in a fabric store? I remember back when you could routinely find things like silk charmeuse at JoAnn's. In lots of colors. And real wool. Now, 1/2 the store is fleece, the other half is quilting cotton - with everything else squished into a small area of floorspace and 90% of that is polyester. I have nothing against quilting - though if that's what I have in mind, I usually hit a quilting store where the fabric quality and selection are better. But this is starting to make me nuts. I suppose it couples with the atrophy of "home ec" classes in schools, and with the loss of this basic school for most people. Even in my day, there was only 1 or maybe two semesters taught, which went from sewing straight lines down notebook paper to making a simple skirt. *yawn*
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We mostly spent the day at home - but for an attempt at lunch at the Texas Roadhouse. Subpar, without being uniformly awful. I think we'll stick with Logan's.

The tree is up - and sort of decorated. We DID finally go get that extra string of lights for it that I've been meaning to get for the last 4 years. Mostly because it was 2 in the afternoon when I was putting the lights on - instead of 9 at night. So we COULD go get more, instead of me thinking to myself that I'll get more after Christmas for next year. About 1/2 the ornaments are on. I ran out of hooks. And so did Meijers. *sigh* Where DO those things go? Same place as socks, says Dad. I had been meaning to get another box of ornaments, since the cat-based ornament attrition rate has been high the last two years. This year - no kittens. Just lazy adult cats who can't be bothered to bat at them. So Darling suggested we just skip it - and redecorate it entirely next year. I can go with that.

Thinking deeply about the class for RUM. And I'm starting to pull an outline together. Mostly the handout will involve sythesis, rather than needing to do any additional research. Yippee!
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There is a special place reserved in Hell for people who wake me at 3 AM because their dog has worms. Incidentally, this has happened more than once.

Tomorrow we begin the process of switching out our computer system for a new one. I predict it will go badly. Mostly because the boss will try to do it on the cheap and has no real ability with technology.

I suspect this business will fail at some point in the not-too-distant future anyway. So I'm keeping my ear to the ground for a new job. *sigh* I would prefer no job for a while, but Darling needs to be gainfully employed for that to even begin to be feasible.

I'm feeling a bit like some of the newbies on some of the costuming lists, in that I finally broke down and got me a copy of "Patterns of Fashion" (I know, I know, but Alaina had one, and I've been known to just camp out in her library instead), and spend more time flipping idly through it than using it. *g* Not cause I can't, just cause I'm unmotivated at the moment. And I do need to concentrate on a few other things before I go haring off on something new.

Apparently I need to NOT turn my head to the right when I sneeze - I think I nearly ripped my left round ligament today. Or at least snapped it like a rubber band. Ouchie. And making your eyes water like that while you're holding a scalpel WILL make your technicians a LEETLE nervous.

I'm still composing in my head how I want to approach the Muffin's teacher tomorrow. I just feel like she's stopped making much progress. And I don't know if she's just sort of hit one of those little plateaus, if it's because she WON'T do it - and I need to crack down on her little butt, or if it's because she's bored and her mind wanders because she's not being challenged enough. Worse, I don't think the teacher will know either. She doesn't strike me as the sharpest knife in the block.

Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares is sort of addicting. Much like a train wreck - you know it will be bad, and still you can't look away. And I find myself wishing there were such a show for vet clinics. We could use one.

Darling is trying to track down somebody with some pull with Innovex, since they have a Muskegon territory open, and claim to like to hire ex-military folks. If anybody knows anybody who knows anybody, well - contacts are always appreciated and networking sometimes is more valuable than anything else in the job hunt.

My brain is packed with fluff this afternoon, and I have a full slate of appointments. This bodes ill. Hopefully most are simple vaccine appointments, since I'm not sure I'm up to anything more challenging. *sigh*

I need to decide where to hang my Evil Eye. Actually, I'm tempted to wear the silly thing. Or staple it to Darling (who managed to lock himself out of the house this morning. In the rain. Lucky for him we had not yet locked up all the windows *eye roll*). Out! Out, ye demons of Stupidity!!!

Darling called this AM to let me know that I had been right - and a little moderate exercise did indeed take down some of the swelling in his knee. He sounded surprised. WHY is it that all my nearest and dearest come and ask me for advice, and then act vaguely astounded when I turn out to be right? Are y'all trying to tell me something?

I am very much anti-Drahma today. Maybe I'll send one of my techs out in the rain to bring me some milk, so's I can make some hot cocoa. ;-)

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