A lot of the surgery preparation hurt more than I expected it would, unfortunately. I think I actually yelled when the anesthetic came through IV right before surgery. I don't remember that from gall bladder surgery.
They took three lymph nodes. We'll hear about the pathology report on those some time next week. I have my fingers crossed that they'll come back clean. I'd really rather not have to do chemo.
We haven't managed to reach my father or my aunt and uncle. We left messages, but who knows?
I can currently mostly use both hands. My right hand hurts a lot because that's where they put the IV, so my left hand is more useful at present even though I'm supposed to be exceedingly careful what I do with it.
I'm hungry now, but I waited longer than I should have. It's late to eat much of anything, and I'm having trouble swallowing anything that's even sort of dry, so I don't think bread is a good option just now. I'm not really sure what would be a good idea. Of course, I could stay up later than normal and eat something now. Except that I'm pretty darned tired.
In better news, last night after I mentioned that my stylist is opening her own (shared) salon space, I got the official email notifying me about it. ^_^ Soon I can book an appointment!
And since I actually managed a bit of wordcount over the past week and am trying to get back in the habit of actually contributing at ushobwri, I guess I should see about posting a snippet for workshop day.
Happy weekend, all!
2. I made instant curry tonight, using a can that had been taking up space in the cupboard for ages. It made two servings, so not only did I use up something in the cupboard, but now I have something all ready to take for lunch tomorrow.
3. I finished up the tea in the fridge and have no teabags to make more (and no more of the delicious nectarine syrup to flavor it anyway), but in the spirit of getting rid of stuff in the cupboards, I got out two bags of instant tea powder (lemon and apple) and will be using those when I want something other than water. That's also nice because I can just make a glass at a time and it won't be something big taking up space in the fridge like the jug of tea was.
4. It's been sooooo gross and hot yesterday and today. The only good thing is with Carla gone I can turn the fan on me and don't have to share it! But it looks like it's supposed to start going down tomorrow and be back in the low 70s next week. I hope so! I'm sick of hot muggy weather. D:
Each of the two procedures took about ten minutes, so I don't know what the scheduler was talking about to tell me that the shorter one would be forty five minutes to an hour.
We did a lot of walking because we had to drop Scott's FMLA paperwork off at the Cancer Center before my appointment. That was quite a hike. Then we walked back. Then we discovered that Radiology Reception C is almost the furthest thing in that direction from the elevators. Thank goodness the hospital has adequate signage. Getting lost would have been very, very easy.
The two sports bras Scott ordered for me arrived. Unfortunately, I'm too big for the larger of the two, and that's as large as that brand goes. It took me about five minutes to get the zipper to catch and start zipping. Then, as soon as I got to the top, the zipper peeled apart from the bottom up. I had to get Scott to come to extract me from the dratted thing. I have no idea how I'm going to get a zipper front sports bra that actually fits by Monday when all I can do is to send my mother looking at local stores.
Scott bought food from the Syrian place for dinner. That was tasty. Even Cordelia enjoyed it. After dinner, Mom went off to her friend's house. Scott and I sat around for a while. Then he and I and Cordelia went to Orange Leaf for fro-yo. I've been wanting to do that for a couple of weeks, but the timing never worked out before.
kyrielle sent me a fun card and an Amazon gift card. I spent a good bit of time this evening deciding what to order. I ended up with some DVDs of stuff that I've seen before and liked a lot, enough that I think watching those shows will be comforting when I'm kind of spacy.
I talked to my sister for an hour this evening. She was feeling a little tipsy because she had a beer with dinner (it's her birthday today). She told me that some of the women she knows online who had lumpectomies think the procedure I had today hurt more than anything else in the whole process. I kind of suspect I won't agree. The three shots hurt like hell, but the pain only lasted a minute or so.
We're getting up around 6 a.m. tomorrow. Scott and I both need to shower. I won't be washing my hair, but I need to be thorough otherwise (and I washed my hair tonight). We'll get Cordelia up around 7 a.m. That's plenty of time for her to eat and get dressed.
Scott's going to drop me off at East Ann Arbor at 8 a.m. then take Cordelia to her friend's apartment. After that, he'll come back. I'm not sure when Mom and Scott's sister will arrive or how everyone will find each other. I'm a little concerned-- They said they'd want a urine specimen, and I'm going to be pretty darned dehydrated. I'm not sure I'll be able to oblige. Of course, if what they want it for is a pregnancy test, I will point out that my period started Monday and has only just ended. I'm pretty thoroughly convinced that I'm not pregnant.
Even after living without cats for so many years and missing having them for all that time, I still can't quite believe how much better life is with them here. Our amazing, sweet little beasties. *^^*
ETA: I just made a Throwback Thursday post at jinksyandthebrain using the photos linked from the second post above (other than the one of me and baby!Claudia hanging out on the futon, because I don't feel like having a photo of myself on Tumblr. ^^;).
*The whole process of finding out Siberians even existed, doing research to see if we believed it was worth taking a chance on them not setting off scruloose's allergies, looking into breeders and then choosing 7 Cedars, and then making the commitment and arranging to get them here from Colorado was all rather involved, so I kept it all under lock. I was so scared it wouldn't work out, and poor scruloose was scared of committing to trying it and then having it not work--he had no clue that he'd love the kittens so much, as opposed to getting them to make me happy and liking them fine himself, but he knew it'd devastate me if we got cats and couldn't keep them.
Other stuff...well, I was about to post that I'd remembered Kas has an Amazon Prime account and that we were working out whether he should be the one to order A Red-Rose Chain (copies for himself, me, and wildpear) to get it here ASAP, but by the time I typed up the chunk about the kitties, he'd already placed an order for me--like, a separate order for just my copy so that it can be delivered straight here. Because Kas is awesome. *^^* (I suspect he'll do the same for wildpear's copy as soon as she confirms that she needs one.)
Meanwhile, seangaffney arrived safely this afternoon. ^_^ By 10:30 PM I was the only person awake, since Ginny (who's here tonight too) and seangaffney are both morning people, and while scruloose is naturally a night owl like me and not going to work tomorrow, he still has to get up at a reasonable hour to go for his tattoo appointment.
And I picked up my new glasses (both clear pairs; the sunglasses will be another week or so), so I'm wearing the simpler pair to start adjusting ASAP. Not that either pair is really dramatic, but the other one is a bit more so than this one. *g* (No photos right now. Not that saying so means there will be pics, just that there aren't any at the moment.)
Mentioning pictures, non-existent or not, reminds me that I'm at the point of needing a haircut or trim, but since wildpear just found out that our mutual stylist is opening her own salon sometime in the next few weeks (!!!), I'm gonna hold off and go get it done there once her doors are open. She's wonderful, and I really hope this works out well for her. ^_^
Currently almost done with How I Paid for College: A Novel of Sex, Theft, Friendship, and Musical Theater by Marc Acito. This is one I've had on my shelf (and later ereader) for years and just never got around to. It was a slow starter, but once it got going it was really good. I've only got about a hundred ebook pages left (who knows how much that actually is, but it feels very close to the end) and it's all I can do to not just sit here and read the rest in one go, but I have to concentrate on my translating (deadline today!).
For people for whom its a selling point, both the main character and one of the supporting characters are bi. (I was expecting the main character to be gay, since the author is and it's about theater kids, so was kind of surprised.)
What did you recently finish reading?
I've been chugging along with this since whenever I last made a reading post, so I haven't finished anything.
What do you think you'll read next?
Not sure. There is a sequel, Attack of the Theater People, which I will want to read at some point, but probably not just yet. I downloaded all those Nancy Drew books the other day, so maybe one of those? Or possibly catch up on some comics, especially Lumberjanes, which I am a bunch of issues behind on. I had already been planning to catch up soon, but then I read this article (contains spoilers) and now I really, really want to get caught up. (And also maybe reread from the beginning.)
Can I freeze mint leaves + stems. Is that an acceptable thing to do.
(I also do not have the energy for any cooking/distilling/whatever. I am for some reason at Peak Physical Shittiness this week and have barely made it out to the mailbox.)
Guys, a topic that is kind of interesting but that you should still not bring up on a first date is how the NFL's instant-replay system is similar in some ways to the courts of appeal.
Both systems use a "standard of review" under which the first call may stand even if the people reviewing it think it's wrong or might have done things differently to begin with. For example, an appellate court might think a witness's story is BS, but it will almost never reverse for that reason because it defers to the trial judge and jurors who heard the testimony in person. Instant replay has the same kind of deference built in: "A decision will be reversed only when the Referee has indisputable visual evidence available to him that warrants the change." Official Playing Rules of the National Football League, Rule 15, Art. 3, Sentence 2 (2015) (emphasis and now-outdated use of male pronoun in original).* So when the ref comes out and says, "upon further review, the call on the field stands," he (or in one case, she) might well be thinking "wow, that idiot was totally wrong but there's nothing we can do about it."
I thought of this again today (I think of it every time I see an instant replay, which frankly is kind of sad) because I reversed my own first call on this incident. Not because there was indisputable visual evidence, but because of additional facts that became apparent only upon further review.
That is, I actually read the words in the report.
The lovely facility shown here is the Spokane County Jail, from which two inmates arguably tried to escape last week. One of them is said to be facing charges that he hired a hit man to murder his former business partner and another guy, and two people did end up dead, so he's (allegedly) either dangerous or knows people who are.
So you'd like to think the security there was at least tight enough to thwart what has to be one of the oldest tricks in the book:
Yup, the one where you tie the bedsheets together to make a rope. And as you can see if you click the larger picture, the rope actually dangles what must be close to 100 feet down the side of the building. While it's hard to be precise, I count no fewer than 24 bedsheets there, which is why I originally blew the whistle and pointed at the prison officials. Because it seems like two inmates should have at most two bedsheets (and maybe a couple of blankets), doesn't it? Not two dozen?
It might not be quite that bad, because the report says that they tore the bedsheets into strips first. But it's still more than two. And the Spokane County Jail Commander (not "warden," but "jail commander"!) seemed to admit that the supplies they were given would not have been enough, because he noted that inmates also have access to a dirty-laundry bin and could have gotten more rope components there.
"The accountability of the sheets, that's something we could absolutely increase," he said, as if it were the sheets' fault and a remedial sheet-training program would fix things.
The call on that statement of his will stand, but upon further review, it appears the flag was thrown in error on the escape-facilitation penalty. This is because although the windows were almost 4 feet high, they were less than five inches wide. So unless the inmates had figured out a way to squeeze themselves through a space narrower than an iPhone is long, which they hadn't, they could have as many sheets as they want and still wouldn't be going anywhere.
Which, in fact, they didn't. Jail staff discovered the rope at about 4:40 a.m., with the inmates of course sitting right next to it because they are each, presumably, at least five inches thick. The inmates were moved to a different section of the jail and the FBI was called in to investigate (there are federal charges pending).
Neither of these things were really necessary, of course, because they aren't getting out those windows, ever, and what happened is entirely obvious. That didn't stop the FBI from reaching the wrong conclusion, though, or at least having its spokesman say that the escape "was thwarted by the good work of the staff," which it plainly wasn't.
You know, upon further further review, I hate everybody involved in this story. In the NFL that might mean offsetting penalties but those aren't the rules here.
*Did you know football has only 18 rules? In what is admittedly an 85-page rulebook, so yes, there are a few subparts, professor.