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Dec. 16th, 2005 07:12 pmSo I went to the one-week post op doc visit today.
There are still not pictures, damn it all, but he allowed as how, if I'd email him, he'd email me the pictures when he got them from the nice people at Medical Imaging or whatever. I remain hopeful and I have emailed him requesting same.
The doc visit was all about the "How are things working out for you?" line of inquiry. He wanted to know how things were going, physically and emotionally and shit. Emotionally I'm good -- fertility was never an issue for me. Physically I'm in pretty decent shape. I have good daily mobility and all the adjacent parts work as they should, so no worries there. All the swelling has gone down some, the incision looks nicer than I thought it would, and nothing hurts very much. If the largest complaints I can muster are about the insufficiently entertaining nature of percocet and the annoying persistance of the tape strips, it should be fairly obvious that things are going well.
I think we'd do ever so much better if I didn't immediately go into some kind of psychotic alpha mode around doctors. *sigh* Who's controlling this conversation? I am! I am! It's honestly not his fault. (The Doogie factor doesn't help matters on this front.)
While I was out, I also mailed off a book for
not_your_real, bought a latte at the Sign of the Mermaid, and grocery shopped a little. I dropped off some moravian spice cookies at work and at grandma's. Also at the office, I got my yarn from the online yarn store that I had ordered from the other day. They're quite speedy, which is one of the reasons I shop with them. New yarn! YAY! Let the swatching commence!
Tonight: Mix up dough for sand tarts. Fix lemon butter spinach (with boiled potato for underneath) supper using leftover denuded lemon from sand tart recipe. Roll, cut, and bake remaining half batch of moravian spice cookies. Finish watching Rome episodes.
There are still not pictures, damn it all, but he allowed as how, if I'd email him, he'd email me the pictures when he got them from the nice people at Medical Imaging or whatever. I remain hopeful and I have emailed him requesting same.
The doc visit was all about the "How are things working out for you?" line of inquiry. He wanted to know how things were going, physically and emotionally and shit. Emotionally I'm good -- fertility was never an issue for me. Physically I'm in pretty decent shape. I have good daily mobility and all the adjacent parts work as they should, so no worries there. All the swelling has gone down some, the incision looks nicer than I thought it would, and nothing hurts very much. If the largest complaints I can muster are about the insufficiently entertaining nature of percocet and the annoying persistance of the tape strips, it should be fairly obvious that things are going well.
I think we'd do ever so much better if I didn't immediately go into some kind of psychotic alpha mode around doctors. *sigh* Who's controlling this conversation? I am! I am! It's honestly not his fault. (The Doogie factor doesn't help matters on this front.)
While I was out, I also mailed off a book for
Tonight: Mix up dough for sand tarts. Fix lemon butter spinach (with boiled potato for underneath) supper using leftover denuded lemon from sand tart recipe. Roll, cut, and bake remaining half batch of moravian spice cookies. Finish watching Rome episodes.
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Date: 2005-12-17 03:36 am (UTC)I am so confused as to why this is... well, an intervention worthy offense.
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Date: 2005-12-17 04:03 am (UTC)Here's an excerpt illustrating the general tenor of the complaint: "Then for the fancy ones we had the more Christmas-y stuff like reindeer and trees and angels, etc. I didn't consider these either boring, easy, or insipid. Where, O where, did you come by such a caustic view of this? Did too many people look askance at your simple sand tarts that you feel you must insult their more flamboyant possibilities? And to order anyone reading your recipe that decorating them demeans them in some way by making them appealing to kids--that compounds the issue. It's one thing to have your own opinion, but to foist it on everyone else as dogma, robbing them of the possible pleasure of sharing this xperience (of creatively decorating them) with their family/friends? Maybe experience with your own kids lead you to this."
Whatever. The author goes on in that same vein for a while but I think you have enough there to see where she's going with it.
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Date: 2005-12-17 06:26 am (UTC)Having just written a bunch of essays on rape, feminism, and racial prejudice earlier today, I can't even imagine where someone would get this worked up about a recipe for holiday cookies on the internets.
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Date: 2005-12-17 01:50 pm (UTC)Actually, it makes sense in a weird kind of way. Normal people frequently feel powerless about the big issues like rape, feminism, and racial prejudice... I mean, except for a select few sickos, yeah, they're generally agin rape and prejudice and in favor of feminism at least as far as letting women vote, drive, and own property (and if you don't think those are important rights for women, take a gander at our good friends the Saudis). However, they don't think they can DO anything about those issues... but they figure they can damn well make sure that I don't ruin Christmas for other people by maligning tickytacky cookie decorating. Unfortunately for the fine folks emailing me, I am rather less malleable and far less open to persuasion than the white male hegemony.
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Date: 2005-12-18 12:21 am (UTC)