warriorsavant: (Composite)
Grand-père Lion oublie tout ("Grandfather Lion Forgets Everything") by Julia Jarman
This is a children's book, about how little Leonard, whose grandfather is The King of Beasts, and now going senile. I think it's meant to encourage understanding of the phenomenon and to care for your frail grandparents, but I found it very depressing. I kept thinking about my father, and his dwindling to nothing. Then I kept wondering about how long I have. I know I talk about "not retiring until I put the kids through medical school," but really not that many people can keep up the pace, or even be functional that long. I do have one colleague who is still going strong in his late 80's - well, at least going reasonably - but the "super seniors" are still the exceptions to the rule. Some time ago, [personal profile] ravensron  did point out to me that we really don't know what the "normal" is for people in their late 80's and older, because this is the first generation where we are having large numbers of people live that long. I do see many patients that old, but truly being hale and hearty at that age is the exception.

Warrior Rising by Chris Linford.
Initially came across this book referenced in another excellent book, Marc Dauphin's Combat Doctor. Dauphin was a Canadian Forces Medical Officer, and had been the company commander ("officer commanding" as opposed to "commanding officer" in Canadian parlance) of the last Canadian roto for the Role 3 NATO hospital in Kandahar Afghanistan. That book was impressive enough, and the volume of casualties they saw in one roto - heck, in 1 month - is more than I saw in my entire career. To be honest, most careers are nothing like war movies, probably even if you're special operations, you don't see as much "action" in your whole career as is packed into a 2-hour war movie. Most people don't see even that much, most of the military life is routine, and many people, even in wartime, don't see a shot fired in anger. Even understanding that intellectually, it does make me feel a little insignificant to read about how much Marc Dauphin had seen and done. And that, wasn't a patch off what Chris Linford had seen and done. He was a Canadian Forces Medical Office at the Role 3 in Kandahar, which was his last assignment. He'd also been in Rwanda, Bosnia, and several other places. He was eventually put out of the Canadian Forces on a medical discharge for severe PTSD. Considering what he'd seen over his career, he was entitled to enough PTSD for 5 people. Much like combat, very little PTSD is anything like you see in the movies, but he had a textbook case of the most severe form. Very humbling to consider what he'd done and what he experienced.
warriorsavant: Family Tree (Family Tree)
I'm afraid that my siblings and I are getting to the age where ailments are conversation. I'm resisting the tendency, but from the tenor of some of the conversations, I’m beginning to think Bob is in better shape than any of us. Harrumph. (Halloween being over, he’s back in the back room of my office. Evil Secretary is displeased, but realizes that he scares some of the patients. And I’m talking about adult patients. Did have a little girl today (age 8?). She was asking a million questions about things in the office, and allowed how she was very curious. After mangling a translation into French of “curiosity killed the cat,” I then allowed how curiosity was a very good thing and should be encouraged. Then I offered to show her Bob. She was most pleased and impressed.

Sibs and I were also discussing different ways of measuring intra-ocular pressure (testing for glaucoma), known as tonometry. I mentioned that I recall when air puff tonometry came in, as the hot new gizmo. (Prior to that, they numbed your eye, and pushed a small measuring rod against it. Our late Great-Uncle B was an Ophthalmologist. Quite prominent in his day, but was not big on shiny new gizmos if the old ones still worked. Part of that was his old-fashioned frugality. He was raised in the school of “you never know when the next famine (pogrom, stock market crash, whatever) was coming, so use things until they can no longer be fixed." Having been raised by Depression Era parents, we all have that streak in us. I’ve gotten away from it somewhat, and I’m not entirely pleased with that. Not sure how I’m going to teach the next generation the value of money. Just because you can afford something, doesn’t mean that you should. Back to Great-Uncle. Had a small office in his house - dunno if he actually saw any patients there, or if simply for tax purposes. Anyhow, after he passed away, we found a pair of magnifier glasses in a drawer in the living room(?). Inside was a piece of masking tape, labeled “B: better pair in office.” So we looked in the office. Sure enough, there was a pair of magnifier glasses there. Inside the case was a piece of masking tape, labeled “A: worse pair in living room.” The hat he wore to his wedding to Aunt C was older than any of his adult children. (This was his second marriage, both of them having been widowed for many years.) Yeah, there are the jokes about “I have a hat older than you kids,” he really did. BTW, I still have my original canvas duffel bag from when I was very first in the military. Newer ones (say, oh, the last 2-3 decades or so) are nylon. My last deployment, a young troop asked me, respectfully, why one of my duffels looked different. I explained, then realized that duffel was indeed older than he was. "I have boots (well, duffel bag) older than the young troops…" And was actually bringing same on a deployment.

Yeah, back again to Great-Uncle. He had a gizmo for measuring your existing eyeglass lenses, “reading” the prescription. He acknowledged that the then new-fangled (40 years ago?) electronic ones were more accurate, but pointed out that the human eye couldn’t perceive the difference, so why spend the extra money to get a new one that wouldn’t help his patients any better than the old one. I still have a quite old hyfrecator (what most people call an electric cautery) that is older than most of my Gentle Readers. (Possibly older than all of us, I don’t recall when or where I got it, but it was used then). The newer ones are slightly better, but they burn out after several years, so I keep it as a back-up.
warriorsavant: (Meh)
I love my kids and absolutely adore being a father (I know I usually hide this). When I see them smile or hear them laugh, my day brightens and my heart sings. I sometimes have to remind myself (or Nom & I remind each other) of this when they are fussy, whiny, and/or bags of pestilence... especially when they give the latter to their Papa. They are mostly recovered from last week's bout of some sort of cocksackie or enterovirus. I am full on into, compete with lethargy, sore throat, and rash on my hands. Hoof and mouth disease?


Jun. 11th, 2018 11:07 am
warriorsavant: (Meh)
I'm told one of the signs of "getting old" is that you wake up and something hurts for no good reason. (That and you make those little, quite, involuntary noises when you bend or move. I've been consciouely refraining from doing that, but it takes a deliberate effort.) It starts sporadically in your 50's, then gets worse/more frequent from decade by decade. Probably year by year. Possibly day by day. Oy.

About 4 days ago woke up with achilles tendonitis in my left foot. No reason, just woke up with it. Makes walking difficult. Just falling apart. Maybe that's why people eventually die, they either just fall apart one bit at time, or they just get tired of dealing with it.

Add to that everyone here has been sick on-and-off (most "on") for the past month. I've been that in-between state of not quite sick, not quite well.

Good stuff has been happening too, but this is a whiny post and I'm going to just whine, and am hereby doing it. (So there!)
warriorsavant: (Signpost Ft. Benning)

Third World: Diarrhea. (I once made up a list of "you know you are in the Third World when…" "Bowel movements being considered proper dinner table conversation" was high on the list.) We all have gastro. Wallstreet came down with it first, likely picked up at the day orphanage day care. (Mixed feelings about that? Who me? That's another story.) Anyhow, he was completely miserable (as were we, cleaning up diarrhea and vomit), but is mostly over it. Then Nom and Hedgefund got it (although not as bad), then I did. It was great having to run to the bathroom in between each patient or so (darn good thing I put in that private toilet - and got it fixed to flush properly - and had good ventilation installed). We'll survive, but no one happy.

First World: Our dishwasher broke. Can't reach the repair service on the weekend. Both Nom and I at some point in our lives were used to doing dishes by hand, and were fine with it. Dishwashers, like any piece of technology, once you get used to having one, you can't imagine doing without it. Another big factor is having bambini, so many more dishes to do than being single. Also, Nom only recently (past few years) learned to cook, and like all new-ish cooks, somehow manages to use every pot, pan, utensil, and dish in the entire place… and that's just to boil water. My parents had a dishwasher when I was growing up. At some point it broke, and they never fixed it and didn't care, but all of us kids had flown the nest by then.

warriorsavant: (Renovations)

1. Silly people. I frequently tell the young'uns that they are silly children. Tonight, I spilled a glass of water, and muttered something like, "silly Papa." Hedgefund responded that "we're all silly in this house." Uh, yeah kid. Astute of you to notice.

2. That makes sense. I noticed that my office phone bill was 20$ higher than usual (for base charges). I called them, and they said it was because I was no longer on contract, I was month-to-month. Say what? I've been with them for 20? 25? years, and as far as I knew, there was no lapse of contract (not even sure I was aware there was a contract, as opposed to standard charges). They found a note that I, being an old and valued customer (not quite how they phrased it) was eligible for a promotional (which they hadn't bothered to tell me about up until that very point). If I put in a 3rd phone line, my base chargers would be 35% cheaper/month, plus have more free long distance than I actually use. I wouldn't have to actually use that third line, or even connect it. Uh, okay, that makes complete sense (not), but I'm all for saving money.

3. Illness in the household. WS has been very cranky lately. Part is the "terrible twos," if such a thing actually exists. But really, really cranky past few days. Clearly sick yesterday. Took to Peds today, who found he had strep throat. Ah, the joys of kids in day care.d

4. Slowing down a bit. Things are always a bit slower mid-winter and mid-summer. More mid-winter, as the snow birds are away. Now is when it hits the slow down. (Not actually "slow," mind you, just not-constantly-frantic at work.) Snow birds are starting to leave town, and people are gearing up for the overly-busy, overly-stressed, depressing time known as "the holidays." There will be a sudden rush of people calling me just before said holidays, when they realize they've been neglecting whatever in the rush of preparations, and now-it's-urgent-and-what-do-you-mean-you're-too-busy-to-see-me. My last week is usually fille with follow-ups that I wanted to check on before I'm closed for 2 weeks, and if you were silly enough to prioritize parties and shopping over your medical problems, then said problems weren't really very urgent. (Or, as we say in the Army, "p*** poor planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part.")

5. Speech. HF is displaying same. He's had a few scattered words for a while, but now is starting to fairly consistently string 2-5 words together. Sometimes intelligibly.

6. Renos2. Final bit of reno finished at the house. Well, never really finished, there's always something, but have installed the cabinets and connected the sink in the extension. The office renos are moving swiftly, expecting to move mid-January, reopen for business Feb 1.

7. Renos (addendum). Had to have the HVAC (Heat Ventilation Air Conditioning) system rebalanced in the house. It's been installed and running, but some rooms were way too hot, and some too cold. It's really a matter of adjusting various control valves on the system to route the heat where it is more needed. The tricky part is that opening the flow to one part of the house decreases it everywhere else, so it is literally a balancing act. Couldn't really be done until the heat went on to really know where the flow had to be re-directed. Likely will have to do it again in summer when A/C comes on, but at least I now know how to do it.

warriorsavant: (Meh)
Back to work. *Sigh* What? Only 2 consecutive weeks of vacation? What was I thinking. That retirement thing is starting to look good. Not really (thoughts triggered by contemporaries retiring will be for another post), but hard going back to work. Regardless of however much one loves one's job, it's always hard going back. The first "ugh."

Doubly hard going back because sick. The second "ugh." Ba ngaio was sick first about 2 weeks ago. She gave it to Hedgefund, who was sick when we were in NYC, and therefore restless, and kept everyone else up. She gave it to Nom & Wallstreet, the latter of whom is therefore restless (and occasionally vomiting) and keeping everyone else up, and they gave it to me. So sick, and not having slept well for a couple of weeks, yeah, rather in rocky physical shape.

The other problem with going away, especially when self-employed, is the stack of paperwork that builds up waiting for one's return. I stopped by the office three times during my time off just to answer faxes and check lab reports. Evil Secretary was away at the same time, but things come in by fax. Despite all that checking in (well, plus all the mail that had been held showed up all at once today), I still had hours of paperwork and phone calls at the end of the office. The third "ugh."

Third time's the charm? Not quite. To cap it all off, I dropped my cell phone in the toilet. Really. The waterproofing worked (plus put it in a bag of dessicants to make sure it dried out), I wiped it off well, and frankly I don't lick my cell phone that much (ever!), but it was the perfect ending to, and metaphor for, today.
warriorsavant: (HHG-Throne of fruit)
One of the few problems with having been born and raised in the 19th century is the occasional attack of gout, one of which I seem to suffering from right now. (The offset of actually living in the 21st century is that the naproxen is starting to kick in.) I never had a joint tapped to analyze the fluid, which is the actual sine qua non for diagnosis, but the first major attack met the classical clinical findings of podagra, and the Rheumatologist & I agreed to just treat based on clinical findings rather than sticking a needle where I didn't need one stuck. (Which IMHO is any part of my body - I prefer being on the back/non-pointy end of needles.) Had a bit of ache yesterday morning, but it went away. Today full-blown, even if not at base of great toe. Might not be gout, could be some other arthritis/arthralgia. Could just be general I'm-achy-because-I'm-old-and-falling-apart. But I'm going with gout.

On the more positive, spiritual side of things, "Happy St. Patrick's Day." (Yeah, the day was yesterday, and the parade is tomorrow, so I'm splitting the difference.) The most important part of the day (yesterday, the actual day) for me, beyond my being pseudo-Irish, is that is the anniversary (5th anniversary this year) of when I met that wonderful woman who is now my wife-and-mother-of-my-children. (Yes, Nom, for those of you not keeping track.) We'd "met" and dialoged on line for weeks before that, but as [personal profile] ravensron  (and other lesser intellects) frequently points out, you haven't really met anyone until you've bet them IRL. Spekaing of the kids, they are adorable and all the other adjectives that doting parents say, and you're all probably tired of reading, even if entirely true in this case.

At the hospital the other day, someone was selling candy to help raise money for her son's high school something-or-other. I bought a box of chocolate mints (or minty chocolates, if you prefer). In my mind, that goes well with St. Paddy's Day. When I lived in Portsmouth NH, at one point I lived over a bakery. I was living with an exotic older woman musician, in one of the few true urban lofts in that small but lovely city. I forget the name of the bakery; it's not there now, although Ceres Bakery, my other favorite from that era, is still there. Anyhow, said bakery would do Leprechaun Brownies every year for 1-2 weeks leading up to St. P's Day. I adored them, often had one every day. After I'd moved up to Montreal, I was doing the long-distance relationship thing with the lovely lady for over a year. (That worked out as well as most long-distance relationships work. In the end, just as well, because (see 2nd paragraph) I'm now married to Nom.) I was down in Portsmouth the weekend before St. P's and decided to buy a whole tray of Leprachaun Brownies to bring back with me. I ended up scarfing down the entire tray in the course of 2 days, and then couldn't abide the taste of chocolate mint for over a decade. (No residual objection to exotic women, or even older ones, although Nom is in fact, much younger than I am.)
warriorsavant: (Sword & Microscope 1)
- Winter relapsed with a vengeance this week. Snowed (although didn’t stick) and hit below zero even on that absurd Fahrenheit scale (below -17 for who live in advanced countries). The only thing I find surprising about this is that people seem surprised. Hey people, you live in Canada, it’s only March, it’s supposed to be like this.

- People in our household being sick also relapsed. Seem to have passed it around (so far Normandie missed it). Hit me short but very sharp; I was barely functional yesterday: fevers, weak, dry cough. Wearing 4 layers of clothing indoors and at some point still needed to huddle under a blanket to be warm. *Whine, whine, whine.*

- Have a coupla talks and such to prepare, which I’ve been procrastinating on. Had trouble sleeping last night (that being sick thing), so got about half of the first one done. Actually, not really writing that one so much as compiling it from bits and pieces other talks (so I suppose that could count as a relapse also). McGill does an evening lecture series - CME mostly for family docs, but anyone interested is invited. For some silly reason I agreed to do one. When finished with that, have to do my McGill format CV (that will be the subject of another post), and then put together another talk for April (which I might actually have to write, not just compile). The April talk is for the Assoc Derm Quebec annual meeting, which is in Montreal this year, and I was asked to do a talk on Cutaneous Lymphoma. Also CME. I think I even get paid for that one.
warriorsavant: (Time)
We are the sum of our experiences. Maybe there's a soul in there too, personally couldn't say. Regardless, consciousness is a mix of our beliefs/thoughts and our past. Robbing us or our memories robs us of ourselves, which is why dementia is so terrifying to contemplate.

I am the Dermatology consultant on a study of a new Alzheimer's drug. (Seems earlier trials showed some cases of pigmentary abnormalities, and FDA/Health Canada mandated that subsequent trials required a at least two total skin exams.)

By definition, Alzheimer's is early-onset dementia. Well, that was the original definition; there are characteristic histological findings, but that is on autopsy. There are also other causes of early dementia, but these details aren't relevant here. What is relevant is that the patient I was screening the other day (who didn't seem very demented) was only a little older than I am. An slightly uncomfortable feeling, a bit of "there but for the grace of God…"

Later that day I saw a doctor I've known since I was a Resident. Haven't seen much of him lately, but he is someone who is a Part Of My Past. Not much older than I am either. Seems he's having memory troubles now. He said that some of it was related to a blood pressure medicine he'd been on, and has gotten a bit better since being switched to another one. However, he is no longer teaching, and seemed sometimes to have trouble getting to the facts. Part of that can be put down to his manner of speech, which goes with his branch of medicine (few are as crisp and to the point as Dermatology), but some really did seem to be memory loss. Someone I knew well for many years. Someone only a few years older than me. More than slightly uncomfortable. Closer to terror.
warriorsavant: (Dr. Injecto)
No, literally, listen carefully. I can't talk. Had a really wicked cold over the weekend, and today have trouble talking louder than a whisper. The funniest part is that if you whisper, half the people automatically whisper back. So far, everyone is understanding, and not talking too much. Hey! Maybe I should do this every day.
warriorsavant: (Sword & Microscope 1)
I've started atorvastatin (Lipitor). I've alway run high-normal to borderline-high cholesterol, whether or not I exercise or take fish oil supplements. I've mostly ignored it, as my doctor* kept telling me it wasn't high enough to justify treating. I've not really wanted to do any other treatment, because I really didn't want to start on medication, because that's what old people do: "Oy, pills. I gotta take my pills. So many pills. All dese pills..." On the one hand, it's not really that high. On the other hand, atherosclerotic heart disease runs in my family, and even if we tend to live to a ripe old age, that's sometimes after the cardiac bypass surgery, which procedure I'd rather bypass. I'm not happy, but gotta be a big boy and do what's right.

*Yes, I have a doctor. I do more of my own health care than I probably should, but as ancient saying truthfully says, "doctor who treats his own illnesses has a fool for a patient," so I actually see my family doctor (or some other doctor) to make the judgement call on any but the least serious issues. Similar comment for lawyers, and likely other professionals.
warriorsavant: (Sword & Microscope 1)
Everyone here at Casa Savant is sick, except me, which means I'll likely be sick next week just as everyone else is getting better. Wallstreet got it first, and the worst. Took him to the Peds today, and he's now on antibiotics. (Had a cold, which blocked up his ears, which got secondarily infected.) Hedgefund started to come down sick next (I think we're nipping it in the bud with acetaminophen and hugs) and Nom too (although hers might be from lack of sleep).

Members of both our extended families are ill to various degrees (pun intended), but that is not my story to tell.

Of well, we'll all live. At least until we die, which is the common human inheritance (Remember Gentle Reader, life is a fatal, sexually transmitted disease), however unlikely to die from this.
warriorsavant: (Chimerae)
They say every cloud has a silver lining. Not sure who "they" are, but someone should tell "them" that if you go poking around thunder clouds (a.k.a. cumulonimbus) long enough, you're likely to be struck by lightening. That having been said, the one slight silver lining to the dark clouds of Hedgefund's having brought home gasto (a.k.a. Montreal's Revenge), is having lost a coupla pounds. Not really the recommended way to do that, but I am trying to look on the bright side.

Some years back, I pushed my running up a notch, and got shin splints as a reward. It was towards the end of my Army career, and no doubt pushing the exercise was some sort of denial about that phase of my life ending and my getting older. Between being forced to cut back on exercise, and being a bit depressed post-deployement/post-retiring (more than a bit at one point) and therefore eating more, I put on some weight. Nothing major, but noticeable. For most of my adult life, I'd been the same weight, just under 196 lbs = 89 Kg = 14 stone (well, would = 14 stone, if that unit actually existed, which it doesn't). Post-retirement, I'd put on about 10 lbs, and it was being stubborn. I finally hit upon the solution: don't eat so much. Yeah, I know, radical concept. There were bits of esoteric sub-solutions, like: don't eat junk food, don't eat cookies, stop eating when you feel full. Surprise, it worked.

While looking for inspiration, came across pro-anorexia nervosa websites. Yes, there are all sorts of strange and terrible things on the net. They seem to be divided into the truly tragic ones of people who know they have an eating disorder and accepting that it is going to kill them, and people who view it as a "lifestyle." What I find bizarrely interesting about this latter group is how much terminology and thought-patterns they share in common with gym rats: stay strong, you can have the kind of body you want as long as you're strong, stay goal focused, motivational pictures, and most funny in a twisted way is the slogan "hunger is fat leaving the body," patterned on the gym rat's "pain is weakness leaving the body." In both cases, they take motivation to a good end, and twist it to stupidity to a bad end. (A process they have in common with most fanatics.)

Anyhow, not going anorexic (nor for that matter, becoming a hard-core gym rat), but both types of sites did remind me that self-control and will-power are important. Sometimes it's just the little voice in my head pointing that I really don't need the bag of chips, I just need to be "strong" for 15 seconds and not buy it. It has worked; I got down to my normal adult weight. Then got gastro and dropped a couple of pounds below that. The will power part I recommend. The gastro, not so much.
warriorsavant: (Meh)
We're a bright bunch around here. I'm so bright, my father calls me "son." (*groan*) We have eclectic and esoteric minds, and pick up things quickly.

I'm certain Hedgefund and Wallstreet will pick up things quickly in school, and even in daycare. I just thought it would take at least 2 weeks for Hedgefund to pick up her first virus. Uh, nope. She started daycare part time on Monday (they have a program of easing the kids into it over a month of gradually increasing time spent there). She was a little fussy on Tuesday, didn't sleep so well Tuesday night, very fussy Wednesday, and clearly sick by Wednesday evening: vomiting, couldn't keep anything down, too restless to sleep. Spent this AM at ER. Nothing horrid. They got her system calmed down, and she's eating now and no more fussy than usual.

Yup, certainly glad my kid has the family habit of picking things up quickly.
warriorsavant: (Meh)
We are most displeased. The night before this heinous thing happened, I noticed some local irritation on my back near the right axilla. I more felt it than saw it, what with that's being about the hardest spot to see on one's own body even with a mirror. The next morning, I was at my clinic at the veteran's hospital, when I noticed the sense of skin irritation was gradually escalating to pain. Found a mirror in the changing room. Although the angle wasn't great, and the light was worse, I noted the painful area corresponded to an area of red, papulo-vesicles, in a line following a dermatome. I have Shingles. (No, not on my home, on my body. A.K.A. Zoster, Zona, or *#æ≥&¡^ˆ©∆µ≈™¢¶)

Got one of the other doctors there to double-check ("doctor who treats self has a fool for a patient") and prescribe valcyclovir. Have been taking that along with anti-inflammatories/pain-killers, and am surviving without too much whining at Nom. My biggest fear is giving it to Hedgefund, who is too young to have had her Varicella vaccination yet* It is really only contagious by direct contact, so making doubly sure am always wearing a shirt and not sharing towels. Worst case is she gets Chicken Pox, which was normal for kids "back in my day, when we dinna have none of them new-fangled vaccines."** Nom will hand my head to me, I'll have massive guilt, but Hedgefund will be fine. Meanwhile, I'm royally ticked off that I have come down with a skin disease.

*Zoster is a reactivation of Varicella (a.k.a. Chicken Pox). When you had it as a child, the virus hides out in the nerve roots, and can reactivate at any time. Usually only follows one dermatome (the path of the nerves exiting the spine at a given level and innervating the skin) and only once/lifetime, but there are exceptions. There is a vaccine, but when I last discussed it with my Family Doctor, he pointed out that per the then-current recommendations, I wasn't quite old enough. Grrr.
**Department of Irony: The child of some prominent anti-vaccine nut in the US has come down with measles. I feel sorry for the kid, but hope the parent is tearing her own liver out now.


Mar. 20th, 2015 07:35 pm
warriorsavant: (Meh)
I'm sick. Have a really nasty cold. Started coming down with it last weekend, thought I'd fought it off, then it came back with a vengeance past 2-3 days. Just to make my life complete, I'm on call too, and without any Residents. They're all away at the AAD (American Academy of Derm) annual meeting. I'm not going this year (it gets boringly same if you go too many years in a row). Wasn't supposed to be on call, but the guy who was decided at the last minute to go, and asked me to cover. Wouldn't have been too bad, except for the sick part. Also had to give a class Thursday, which was just peachy with no voice. Whine, whine, snivel, snarl, whimper.

Had some pho, which is basically VN chicken soup, which helped a bit. Regardless, unlikely to die from this, will likely get better in the near future, and am hoping for some other good news soon.
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
Nom had some spotting over the weekend. Not a lot, and at least 20% of pregnant women have spotting, but half of those end in miscarriages. Was less nervous when realized she was still nauseous, so likely still pregnant. Decided not to go to Emerg; all they would do is say to rest, and she could do that at home. Plus, can't take Hedgefund, so she'd have to go alone. (Worse to have her parents babysit, while they would be freaking out, plus letting them know prematurely about Wallstreet, plus if Nom did miscarry, she'd hear about it for the rest of her life.)

Finally reached the doctor from Montreal Fertility who said to come in on Tuesday. That was reassuring, in that if he were worried, he would have had her come right in, or insisted she go to Emerg. He did an ultrasound, which showed baby intact, plus could hear the heartbeat.

We were so worried. It's been a long and arduous road getting this far; it would be even more heartbreaking to miscarry than even the average miscarriage, which is heartbreaking for anyone.

To say we are relieved is an understatement. Still not out of the woods, in that he isn't here yet, but at least that much closer. Once a good heart beat is established, the odds go way up. Not guarantees, but hoping for the best, and immediate fear is relieved.

(Unscreened this 2015 March 22)
warriorsavant: (Warriordaddy)
1. Hedgefund has now started to lift up her arms = pick me up!
2. If she is sitting/lying with you, she will do what I choose to interpret as a hug. Is more likely a variant on “pick me up” or even “I think I will climb Mt. Daddy.
3. Was worried about one thing medical, in that she seems to have inverted lower eyelashes. That is, where the lashes curl back against the globe of the eye, known technically as epiblepharon In an adult, that can scratch the cornea, so was a bit concerned. Took her to Peds Ophtho I know, who said is common in Asian children (but she’s only half Asian, so should only effect one eye?), and since lashes still soft at this age, not a problem. Most (95+ %) outgrow it in a few years.
4. She continues to expand her vocal range, including letting out loud shrieks. They can be deafening if next to your ear. I am also half-convinced that our childless neighbours are going to call Child Protective Services about our torturing to death small children.


Sep. 22nd, 2014 11:03 am
warriorsavant: (Fatherhood (The Cos))
Much like Bugs Bunny, Hedgefund has decided she likes carrots. She leans against something, casually crunching on one, then looks at me and says: “What’s up, pop?” Okay, let’s try this again, backing up a week and getting closer to reality.

As posted, about a week ago, she started on rice cereal. At the same time, we switched her formula to the “Step 2” for older babies.* Shortly after that, she became constipated, to the distress of all and sundry, especially her. Also, she doesn’t really like rice cereal.

After a couple of trips to the Ped, a few glycerin suppositories, some prune juice, and switching back to the old formula, she is slowly getting back to normal.** Meanwhile, we’ve decided to try pureeing carrots. Both she and Nom agree they are tasty.***

*Yes, Breast Feeding Commies, she is formula fed. Get over it.
**Any typos here are because she’s helping me type. She’s at the age where she tries to grab things. Much like a cat, her favorite item is whatever you are trying to use at any given moment.
*** Nom tastes everything we feed her at least once. She didn’t much care for the rice cereal either. Like mother, like daughter? Nom definitely doesn’t like the taste of commercial baby food, so none for Hedgefund. After all, if we think the taste of something is intrinsically horrid, why should we inflict it on our daughter.


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