balzac

sigh

Tuesday, 20. November 2007, 22:33:20

I had planned a long and eloquent post about how the residual damp from the fog crystilzes into leopard spots of black ice at night. I had planned to mention the eventual passing of my swollen lymph nodes and related symptoms. Pictures of H assembling makeshift dresses from blankets in an attempt to look like the "sparkle girls" on Skal Vi Danse?, the Norse version of Dancing with the Stars and a scathing review of the immensely disappointing JPod were to be included.

But the pink eye (!) that I somehow caught from my FjordMonkey is making this a little more difficult to do than it normally would be. There is this whole matter of having one itchy swollen red eye that I am trying to keep shut.el

So there is no room tonight to discuss Thanksgiving and how different it is this year and what it is for us ... and what it is not. No patience left in me to describe the woman, all in black, encountered late at night practicing what seemed to be an ice dance routine but on roller blades.

I will say that our first parent conference with the Barnahage went very well and while our H had a rough first month adjusting, she is doing really well now, has friends and is picking up the language faster than anyone could teach it to her. Insert touching and humorous anecdote here, I'm off to put a compress on my eye and sleep in a quarantine zone.

sigh

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the pain

Thursday, 1. November 2007, 16:58:16

kid, doctor

Recently H has discovered a new hero: Zorro (the 1974 version)

While Alain Delon is a cad and comes off pretty badly in the documentary Nico Icon, but Zorro is a great hero for a little girl and she really likes the very 70s them tune.

But in amongst making black masks and swords, I ran into a bit of a health scare.

Swelling and pain in my groin and abdomen. Ouch.

Assuming a hernia, I went to the doctor.

My doctor did a couple of interesting things this morning.

The first that he acted like a hernia is no big deal and they probably wouldn't do anything for a normal one (that can't be the policy here, can it?) ... the he ordered blood and urine tests and sent me to the hospital in cab for more tests. When the cab pulled up to ER, I thought it was his mistake and I walked around to the main entrance who sent me through the building to the Emergency Room.

Now I was nervous.

The nurses were very nice and got me all disrobed and into bed wearing little more than a thin shirt and a duvee and did another blood test. So I have now doubled the blood tests I've had in my adult life.

And then the doctor came and gave me an incredibly painful examination of my nether regions and said she's not so sure I have a hernia at all, the sonogram will have to tell us.

Meanwhile there was some debate about whether to get me on an IV right away in case I had to have surgery today. I made nervous noises and they opted to wait for the test results.

Fortunately I just started reading a new book because this was followed by a lot of waiting around. Eventually I and myvaluable belongings (but not my clothes) were whisked away to for a very painful sonogram session. The gastroenterologist (I assume that's what he is) declared that there was no hernia but still has no idea what's going on.

Then I wait.wait.wait.wait. (I would have walked back to ER but I had no pants or shoes and thought they might frown on a half naked patient pushing his own bed)

Back in ER, another urine sample and then released with a perscription for painkiller and a "your lymph nodes seem swollen and reacting to something, call your doctor if it changes, bye".

So good news but no diagnosis or root cause analysis. Everyone was very helpful.

Now I wait to see if the symptoms just automagically clear up.

Wacky day.

But now I wait to see whether anything changes and keep my mind off of it with the advetures of Don Diego fighting Colonel Huerta in Nuevo Aragon.

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the pain

Thursday, 1. November 2007, 16:58:16

doctor, kid

Recently H has discovered a new hero: Zorro (the 1974 version)

While Alain Delon is a cad and comes off pretty badly in the documentary Nico Icon, but Zorro is a great hero for a little girl and she really likes the very 70s them tune.

But in amongst making black masks and swords, I ran into a bit of a health scare.

Swelling and pain in my groin and abdomen. Ouch.

Assuming a hernia, I went to the doctor.

My doctor did a couple of interesting things this morning.

The first that he acted like a hernia is no big deal and they probably wouldn't do anything for a normal one (that can't be the policy here, can it?) ... the he ordered blood and urine tests and sent me to the hospital in cab for more tests. When the cab pulled up to ER, I thought it was his mistake and I walked around to the main entrance who sent me through the building to the Emergency Room.

Now I was nervous.

The nurses were very nice and got me all disrobed and into bed wearing little more than a thin shirt and a duvee and did another blood test. So I have now doubled the blood tests I've had in my adult life.

And then the doctor came and gave me an incredibly painful examination of my nether regions and said she's not so sure I have a hernia at all, the sonogram will have to tell us.

Meanwhile there was some debate about whether to get me on an IV right away in case I had to have surgery today. I made nervous noises and they opted to wait for the test results.

Fortunately I just started reading a new book because this was followed by a lot of waiting around. Eventually I and myvaluable belongings (but not my clothes) were whisked away to for a very painful sonogram session. The gastroenterologist (I assume that's what he is) declared that there was no hernia but still has no idea what's going on.

Then I wait.wait.wait.wait. (I would have walked back to ER but I had no pants or shoes and thought they might frown on a half naked patient pushing his own bed)

Back in ER, another urine sample and then released with a perscription for painkiller and a "your lymph nodes seem swollen and reacting to something, call your doctor if it changes, bye".

So good news but no diagnosis or root cause analysis. Everyone was very helpful.

Now I wait to see if the symptoms just automagically clear up.

Wacky day.

But now I wait to see whether anything changes and keep my mind off of it with the advetures of Don Diego fighting Colonel Huerta in Nuevo Aragon.

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