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 For those of you who have been following the saga I call "Shawn R., Medical Mystery," we FINALLY have a diagnosis that actually covers ALL THE WEIRD STUFF THAT HAS BEEN HAPPENING TO MY WIFE.

Graves' Disease.

What fascinates me is just HOW MANY of the really confusing problems she's been having this covers, including things like irregular heart beats and all of her blood pressure issues. If you go back through some of my tags about Shawn and doctors, you'll see time and time again where something weird is happening and the doctors are all like, "???" 

But, I was talking to a neighbor the other night (our neighborhood is shockingly friendly. My across-the-street-neighbor started a band as a pandemic project and they put on a backyard bash every year to kind of make up for being the noisy house on the block, though I have not been subjected to "Rock the Casbah" six million times since they finished their basement studio.) She was telling me that she had "surprise! Thyroid Cancer!" when she was pregnant with her second child and, as part of that, she discovered that the "normal range" for thyroid numbers is actually VERY broad. So, doctors--many of whom have no more than 15 minutes to scan your chart--will often overlook thyroid as a problem because the number are in the "average" range, but your numbers might be very, very far off FOR YOU. And, so it takes a crisis before they notice how far gone your thyroid is.

Which kind of tracks for Shawn's experience. Her thyroid numbers were in the "sub-clinical for hyperthyroidism" in April, but her GP was like, "Meh, probably doesn't mean much, since it's still THE RANGE and your blood pressure is good." I remember, at the time, saying to Shawn, you did remind him that your blood pressure is being regulated BY MEDICINE, though, right? And, she was, of course, like, "Well, it's on my chart. He must know." (This, however, from the same woman who exhaustively checks prescribed doses and contraindicated medicines because her father was a pharmacist and she just wants to make sure that the doctors are remembering all her meds and that none of them are interacting in a harmful way. But, we all have our things, right?) 

At any rate, this is a HUGE relief for us. I went in with her to see the endocrinologist and we both sort of teared up when he told us that we have an official diagnosis and there is treatment that should actually clear up MOST of these symptoms. He very cautiously said, "Well, the medicine won't take effect immediately--" both Shawn and I, we discover later, are thinking okay, okay, so like six months-- "but you should feel some improvement in a week." And we both almost shouted at the same time, "A WEEK, THAT'S AMAZING!!" 

This was such good news that we actually threw a party. We broke out the sparkling apple cider and ordered a pizza from our favorite delivery place. So no need to be sad for Shawn or express concern. We are ecstatic!
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 Shawn is currently undergoing a routine procedure. She's at United right now getting an endoscopic ultrasound, which is one of the ways that doctors test for pancreatic cancer. Shawn is only getting this screening because she's a carrier of the breast cancer gene, BRC-1. BRC-1 is why she had a mastectomy decades ago, and now they have uncovered a link between people who have BRC-1 and pancreatic cancer. 

So, she's not really... hurt or ill? But this procedure is taking half a day. The internet says that the actual endoscopic ultrasound takes 30 minutes, but they had her arriving at the hospital at 8 am and didn't even expect to be starting the procedure until 10 am. But, that means she's either just finishing up now (at 10:46 am) or is still in the middle of it.

If you could spare a few thoughts (or white light or prayers or whatever) in her direction, I would appreciate it all the same. These things might be routine for the doctors, but they're always a bit scary for the rest of us.

Oh, well, nevermind, They just called and she's out. I'm going to head over there now and pick her up. Whoot!
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I drove Shawn to her appointment at the Spine Center today, despite the very slippery conditions and snow. While I waited for her, I spent my time in the car checking out the new Duolingo format. (The short of it: I don't hate it. Not sure I love it, but it's fine?)  

She came out all smiles. The doctor she talked to was apparently from California and so they'd ended up chatting for an extra half hour. Those of you from my birth state might be thinking that I am making some kind of jab at you, but my personal experience is that the typical Californian is generally perceived as sixteen thousand times more chatty and friendly than your average native Minnesotan. I realize that not everyone in a state can be categorized one way, but since this is, for me, a positive association, I guess I'm willing to take the heat if people want to argue with me. To be fair, Shawn is used to me and so I think that there's something that other Californians just sense in her--that she will be receptive to the fact that the guy she went to for spinal expertise ALSO wants to talk about archives and history podcasts and Trumpism and everything. I was only sad that I was sitting in the car and not in on this conversation. I suspect if both of us Californians (I was only born there, but SOMETHING stuck) had been in the room at the same time, we would have all ended up to dinner together because that's how I roll among my people. 

The good news is that the doctor feels that some PT and muscle relaxants might significantly improve the problem for Shawn. He also tried to convince her (jokingly) not to think of it as spinal "degeneration," but "age-related wear." To which my clever wife, responded, "Ah, yes, like 'moving through the demographic cycle' instead of aging." 

Okay, back to the kitchen painting grind for me!
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 I'm about 125 pages into T. Kingfisher's Paladin's Grace, which I'm loving for a number of reasons, not the least of which is PALADIN BESERKER!!

But, the reason I read so much in one sitting was because Shawn and I spent about seven hours at the ER. 


SPOILER: SHAWN IS FINE. Symptoms turned out to be related to a new neck/spinal degeneration. 

Shawn, who many of you know, Is... medically complicated. There's not one big thing wrong with Shawn, though, just an exceedingly long list of small things.  In fact, thanks to the way one of her medical charts was written, we sometimes joke that her biography would be entitled, "Problem List Continues." 

Long time readers of this blog might also remember that when Mason turned 16, Shawn was hospitalized for a very rare blood clot in her superior mesenteric vein (a vein that returns blood to the heart from the intestines.) When she went to the urgent care that time, she thought she just had a very bad case of stomach flu that just wouldn't go away. Turns out, if she'd waited any longer... let's just say the outcome would not have been good. 

All these things combined makes this family very, very willing to pick up and go to the ER if Shawn says, "Something's not right." Her intuition about her own body is VERY good.

However, because she's got a thousand things going on with her at any given time, it can also be really hard to know what's life-threatening and what's "just a little out of the ordinary." Keeping in mind, of course, several factors, including, she's been right to go when things are just a little out of the ordinary AND women can present with very weird symptoms when they're having a heart attack. 

All of this leads us to yesterday around 4 pm, when Shawn came down the stairs just as I was wondering if I should start a second coat on the final kitchen wall and announced, "I think we need to go to the Emergency Room." I was like, "Whelp, that makes this decision easier," and packed up my painting supplies, tossed the drop clothes and ladder into the basement, and put on my "going out of the house" shoes. I didn't even ask what she was feeling until we were in the car and were halfway there. 

She'd been experiencing a strange pain in her right arm. She would not necessarily have worried about that, but for the past few days, she'd been experiencing odd heart flutters and, because she's stepping down off some blood pressure meds, per doctor's orders, she'd been taking her blood pressure and it was through the roof. 

The ER, thankfully, took her very seriously. They did blood work and an EKG immediately, but not seeing signs of having had a heart attack, they let us cool our heels in the waiting room for a couple of hours until a bed/room opened up. The desk nurse initially didn't want to let me through to sit with her, even when I explained that I was her wife, but Shawn kicked up a fuss when she noticed that a bunch of straight people were allowed to be together as couples. So, I ended up starting Kingfisher's book while we waited for a room.

The docs were all lovely once we were processed. We were only at the ER so late because they absolutely wanted to make certain no heart-related events were in progress or might happen were they to randomly discharge her without making absolutely sure. But, as part of the scan for blockages, the doctor ordered a neck CT, which revealed the possible culprit for the arm pain--which, I should note, did radiate (though Shawn felt it as a cold sensation which initially baffled the doctor) and then as some shoulder pain--new degeneration in C4 and C5 regions of the spine. They called this cervical radiculopathy? Anyway, Shawn knew she had some degeneration in this part of her neck, but had been diagnosed with spondylolisthesis. Which is somehow different? I'm not up, this morning, for a huge amount of web research into the differences. Will do later, though. Shawn is currently pouring over the results. 

The blood pressure was given a shrug and a "we don't worry about it when a patent is upright" from the ER doc, who had clearly SEEN SOME THINGS. But, apparently, it's worse to try to artificially bring down blood pressure just because and so they want her to follow-up with her regular GP. 

At any rate, we were eventually discharged and headed home around 11 pm.

Which, for Shawn and I, is WAAAAAY past our bedtimes. 

On the other hand, I did not have election night jitters.... 
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 The header says everything.

As I suspected, the lymph nodes were only acting up because I had just gotten two vaccines. (The ultrasound lady was like, "The technician didn't ask??" There was a very heavy WTF implied in her tone.) The lump is real, of course, but it is a fibrocystic mass or whatever they call the things I've been getting in my right breast since I was in my 20s. The doctor advises another ultrasound in six months just to make sure there are no changes, so, right now, no lumpectomy needed. 

YAY!

Despite being the news I was expecting, I can not deny that the relief is PROFOUND.

You may go about your business. I am going to have lunch and nap my stress away.
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 My thwarted attempt to remove my finger at the knuckle.
Image: My thwarted attempt to remove my finger at the knuckle.

It wasn't on purpose. In fact, it was entirely stupid. Yet, for some star-crossed reason, I seemed quite determined to slice my finger off at the knuckle with a tin can.

That happened last night, as part of dinner prep, and I PROBABLY should have gone to Urgent Care immediately, but I just didn't want to. I wrapped my finger up in some clotting gauze and several band-aids and made dinner and went to writer's group and, finally, to bed. But, when I woke up this morning, it was bleeding through and Shawn convinced me to go.

I lucked out and had no wait time. The doc who saw me was the woman I used to see, years ago, as my primary care person. She was wonderful (and couldn't believe Mason was already off to college.) She took a look at my finger (once we'd wrestled my bandaging job off) and kept asking, "How long ago did you cut this?" I was like, "Around 4 pm last night." She looked again, "It's already healing over, so we can't really do stitches," plus, apparently they prefer not to suture over joints like knuckles, if possible. 

I guess I really do have Wolverine's healing factor, after all.

At any rate, I got a tetanus booster shot (it was ten years ago August, so it was time,) and am now on a five day antibiotics course, just to cover all the bases.  

So stupid.

Obviously, I can still type, but it's a bit weird.

But, hey, writer friends out there: BE CAREFUL. In my circle, I know two writers who have suffered concussions and another who has developed complications from spinal surgery. 

Eyes!

Nov. 16th, 2021 01:55 pm
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 Shawn had the first of two cataract surgeries this morning. 

We had to drive into Minneapolis because her doctor operates out of the Philip's Eye Clinic. Rather than bother with the highway, we drove down Lake Street.  We saw TWO deer in the cemetery at Lake and Cedar, which is always cool.  The Eye Institute is between Chicago and Park Avenue, and so I drove past the site where Uncle Hugo's had been, which is now a sad, overgrown fenced, empty lot. I had been feeling bad that so many of the buildings here in Midway in St. Paul haven't been completely rebuilt, but Lake Street still looks so devestated by comparison. I was a little shocked and very heartbroken. Does the city not want to invest? There's that wonderful, colorful section of Mexican restaurants and shops and it just stood out as this joyful section and I thought how nice it would be if that vibrancy could return to the whole street.

At the Eye Center, we got checked in. I ended up at the reception desk a little longer than Shawn because I happened to be carrying our pharmacy card in my wallet. As I was fishing that out for the receptionist, someone's audio book started playing. They had clearly forgotten to plug in their headphone first because a VERY LOUD, clear voice started reading: "He was hard as a rock at the sight of her stiffening nipples...." 

Ah, whoops!

For me (and maybe this isn't fair,) this is made a bit funnier by the fact that the median age in that waiting room had to be 65. Which I mean, is not to old for porn enjoyment by any means, but it was a little like sitting through "American Gigalo" with your son's grandma (which I did up at Grand Rapids one year) while the BDSM scene is happening.

Shawn's surgery went fine.  I got really hungry at one point and so I broke down and risked vending machine food (they had a microwave and such in a little cafeteria area). I wanted to eat my food outside, but I was informed that if I went out the door would lock. Also, it was somehow UNSAFE. When I gave the receptionist the ??? face, she very seriously told me that "people had been hurt." I said, "Eating breakfast for five minutes outside on a Tuesday at 10 am?" She was like, "I'm sorry you don't agree, but also the pagers won't work if you leave the building." I did not want to eat indoors, since Minnesota is #1 in the nation for COVID infections right now, but I felt very bullied into staying indoors for the two minutes it took to gulp down my sandwich in the cafeteria. I should probably just have gone out to flaunt my ability to withstand BEING IN A BLACK NEIGHBORHOOD, which was clearly what this lady was dog whistling with her "we've had people get hurt" racist bullsh*t. 

Ironically, when I went to go get the car to pick up Shawn after the surgery, I saw a cluster of smokers beside the building and I was really, really tempted to yell out, "Hey, be careful, you know people have GOTTEN HURT!!," but I didn't because 1) didn't want to be accidentally taken seriously and/or perpetuate this racist crap and 2) it was only funny in my head.

Shawn is home now, asleep, after been fed a lovely lunch by me. I was upstairs under the covers with her for awhile, but I was feeling like I needed to try to get some work done today. She gets to take her eye patch off tonight around six pm.  Fingers crossed it all continues to go well.

Tonight I have an orientation zoom for the Q Quest presentation I volunteered to do tomorrow and Thursday. I should probably plan out my presentation at some point here today, as well. 

Stuff to do!

How are you all?
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My lovely wife Shawn has a lot of medical issues... on one of her many forms at the doctor's there's a list of her ailments and the sheet says, as it reaches the bottom or the printed page, "Problem list continues." We have long joked that this is the title of her memoir.

Medical stuff is under the cut. The down and dirty is: Shawn is okay, but remains a medical mystery. We will be seeing a urologist ASAP.

Read more... about annoying doctors and TMI medical details )

I really had wanted to do more processing about how I felt about this year's low-key gathering at WisCON, but my brain is fried after five hours at the ER yesterday. I am very glad we went. Despite the doctor's attempts to undermine Shawn's sense of her own wellness, Shawn's instincts are good. A  few years ago, she was the one who decided that she just didn't like feeling unwell, and BECAUSE A DOCTOR LISTENED TO HER, they discovered a blood clot that, untreated, would have killed her.

This time I wish Shawn had gotten clearer answers, because the not-knowing is very stress inducing.  But, we are taking steps to uncover this mystery. 
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Yeah, mint pesto. 

I was looking around for something savory to do with the mint I'd gotten in the CSA and I kept coming across the idea of a mint and pea pesto. After finally finding a recipe that contained everything I actually had around the house at the moment, I gave it a try for lunch. I used this recipe: https://culinaryginger.com/pea-mint-pesto/.  I didn't have two cups of frozen peas, but I did have one. So, I cut the recipe in half, and ,as you can see from the picture below, that was plenty.  I didn't have leeks (I would have, but I ended up putting them in chicken stock last night because they were starting to get a little wilted,) but figured supplementing some garlic chives would be fine? AND IT WAS. 

THIS WAS WEIRDLY YUMMY.

Weirdly delicious mint and pea pesto
Image: Weirdly delicious mint and pea pesto

I put the pesto over some pasta and added cubed fresh mozzarella (which turned out not to be all that fresh, so we took it right back out) and anyway, the meal itself was a surprise in that the combination of stuff really worked to make something zingy and savory.

In other far less fun news, I am taking Shawn into the doctor's today because she's been waking up with scarily dark urine. She'd had this problem before? But, we thought we'd fixed it by going off a particular drug that had this side effect. That was over a year ago and so it's disturbing that this is happening again. The only good news is that right now, the urine gets lighter as the day goes by, so hopefully it's not a sign of blood in the urine or anything like that. We'll see. Cross fingers for us. 

At least she was able to get an appointment with her regular doctor.  A trip to Urgent Care is never any fun. Especially on a cold, rainy day like today.
 
UPDATE so that no one worries: Shawn's doctor says it's asymptomatic hematuria, which doesn't mean much since that means that, yes, there is blood in the urine, but no other symptoms. We are waiting on blood work, which should let the doctor determine where to send her next--a urologist or a kidney specialist or what. But, at least we got the, "Well, unless you have other symptoms, you're probably okay??" Thing is, Shawn is on blood thinners, so it's possible that a mild irritation in her urethra or some such is much more significant because she just doesn't stop bleeding easily. Fingers crossed, I guess? 
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 Thanks to the UChicago deciding that MY RELIGIOUS HOLIDAY is a great day to keep their very anxious early action application waiting on a decision, we have not yet had a chance to celebrate anything. My son has decided that today, he doesn't want to do anything other than pace until he hears.

The first half of my day was occupied by Shawn's doctor's appointment. Good news! We have an excellent new doctor who is very new to our clinic. He apparently started three weeks ago, but Shawn switched to him on the spot. She described him as "very geeky" (which in our household is a HUGE compliment. We chose our vet based on this qualification, too. We like the ones who stop mid-sentence and say, "Did you know...?" and fill in some esoteric nugget about their field of study.) He was also wearing socks with the heart monitor wave on them, which makes me happy. And, MUCH MORE IMPORTANTLY, he read Shawn's entire chart and started immediately asking all the "whys"

It's like the universe heard my complaining and answered us!

(Thank you, universe!)

So, that's really great news The only down side is that we did not know Dr. Bakken was going to be so thorough and so I ended up waiting in the car outside of the clinic for two hours. On the other hand, he's the first person to look at Shawn's weak arm and wonder if maybe a neck nerve might be involved. He'd noticed that she had degenerative disc disease in her lower back and thought, "Well, if it's pinching there, could it be pinching elsewhere?"

I LOVE THIS GUY and I haven't even met him.

I will, though, because I am switching from my stupid-ass doctor immediately!

So, that's a huge yay.

Now if UChicago would just cough up an acceptance for my brilliant boy (or not), life would be peachy.


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Chicago has deferred on Mason's brilliance. So, it's not a NO, but it's not a yes. It means he'll be considered with the rest of the unwashed masses in March, final decision in April. Alas! But, we happily took a "not a no" and had our celebration.
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 Shawn's blood pressure started climbing this morning. 

She rechecked it a bunch of times and each time the numbers went UP instead of down. I dropped her off at the emergency room at 11 am.

Last I heard they were going to give her an EKG. She was sure she would be fine and that they would send her home once they had the all clear. I'm not... entirely worried yet? It's only been an hour since I left her at the front door?

But, FFS, 2020. Go home, you're drunk.

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UPDATE: She is home again. Guess what the doctors said? GUESS??

Yep.

"A blood pressure spike is... probably a new migraine symptom."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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 Hopefully, while I'm writing this, I will get the text from Shawn that she's all done at United and the MRI showed nothing to be concerned about. But, right now, I'm anxiously waiting to hear from her.

Some time last night, Shawn developed what she thinks is a new migraine symptom: a weak right arm. She, of course, initially worried she might be having a heart attack or a stroke, but she quickly ruled that out. Doctor Google led her to something called a hemiplegic migraine that can cause the sensation of weakness on one side of the body. She assumes that's what's happening.

She's had all sorts of worrying paresthesia that comes and goes with her migraines for the past several years. So, she's no stranger to weird new symptoms. However, after our big hospital stay a couple of years ago, Shawn errs on the side of caution. She decided she just did not like how she was feeling and so had me take her to Urgent Care around 2:30 pm.

No doctor anywhere likes to hear the words numbness or weak feeling on one side of your body, so I KNEW that we were going to end up heading to United for an MRI. Doctors want to "rule out" strokes. I mean, I want them to want that? But, thanks to COVID, I can't go in and wait with Shawn. She also was delayed in getting treated because she had to have a rapid COVID test (I'm not sure what they do if she tested positive? Refuse to treat her? Or just wear more protective gear?) 

At any rate, with all those delays she sent me home (I had been parked in the car outside) around 5 pm, because she was, at that point, still in a room with an IV drip waiting to go into the MRI. I heard from her via text at 5:30 pm that they had administered a sedative (she's claustrophobic) and was headed in.

Now I'm just waiting, anxiously to hear that she's right and that this is all just some weird new migraine symptom?? Fingers crossed???  

I emailed a friend about this and one of the hard things about going home without Shawn is that it all feels very reminiscent of when we were convinced Shawn just had an annoyingly stubborn stomach flu and discovered, instead, that she had an extremely rare superior mesenteric vein thrombosis (a blood clot in a vein that leaves her intestines,) which is the sort of thing that can kill you, because the intestines can start to die.  She was hospitalized for seven days. 

So, I mean, Shawn has good instincts about when to go to Urgent Care?  

Which doesn't actually make the waiting easier.


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UPDATE: Shawn has been discharged. I'm on my way to pick her up. Will fill-in the whole story tomorrow! Thank you all for your thoughts and support.
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Reading stuff, first. Last week I read the tankoban of Blue Exorcist, Volumes 21 and 22, by Kazue Kato, which is probably all for the good because the plot is rushing towards some level of conclusion and I've been having trouble keeping all the players and their various agendas straight, as I read the monthly scanlations.

After a late night conversation with [personal profile] naomikritzer after my yaoi panel, I started wondering if the same sorts of jobs that make appearances in Western (or at least American) porn, were the same in Japan. I was specifically thinking of the scenario where one calls for the plumber/handyman and you end up banging. Baka-Updates, which is a fairly exhaustive catalogue of manga, including ones without pirated scans or English-language release, had NO CATAGORY for "plumber." I found several fire fighter yaoi (one, technically a 'bara' title)i, though far more seinen that seemed to specifically be historical.I didn't try any of the historical ones, though I might, since I'm curious if there's a specific time period that is attractive to manga writers for whatever reason. What I did read was: Jounetsu no Young Man by Takahashi Yuu (which only has two chapters devoted to fire fighters,) and Fire Code by Ichikawa Kazuhide. (If you're curious what I thought of them, I have provided links to my Mangakast review site.)

Under the tag of "handyman," I found and read Simple Days by Miyamoto Kano. Handyman (benriya) does seem to mean something slightly different, which I sort of knew from my days of reading Gangsta.When I think of a handyman, I imagine someone (who isn't always a man) who wears a tool belt and is good with their hands, ie., skilled in physical labor trades, like carpentry, electrical work, plumbing, etc. What handyman seems to mean in Japan is something more akin to "jack of all trades," but heavier on the "just a person you hire for odd jobs," like if you need help lifting furniture, rather than painting your house or something that requires a trade skill. The difference is subtle, but distinct, I think.

With Gaylaxicon and my writing deadline, that's about all the reading I managed last week, alas.

The other big news of the day is that Eleanor and I went to go visit Terry Garey at Walker Methodist. Some might find the description of Terry's mental state disturbing )

Ugh.

Anyway, after all that, I'm not expecting to get much writing done tonight. I have to go pick up Mason from work tonight (he's at the Science Museum until 7 pm) but after that I expect to space out to Solitare or possibly I will amuse myself by hunting up other odd-job related yaoi/manga. I didn't pick up a new series at the library, which perhaps I will try out while soaking in a hot bath. 
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For those who would rather skip the details of Shawn's medical condition, the short of it is that the doctors are starting to transition her to HOME.

What this means EXACTLY and in detail.... )


I'm a little worried about the timing of all this, because, OF COURSE, this Monday (so, day after tomorrow!!) I start teaching my week-long class at the Loft for teens. It's every day, for THREE HOURS (9 am to noon) and normally, I'm like, bah, I can talk for three hours/have things for the students to do, no problem!' but now I'm like, THREE HOURS??? HOW DO I EVEN DO??' I've been scrambling for some good writing exercises because one way I can do is to let the students write on their own for a good, long while....

But, while I'm worried about filling class time, I'm EVEN MORE WORRIED that the doctors will be like, "Oh, discharge? Monday at 10 am." Hopefully, they can be flexible if they do decide that, because, for those just tuning into my life, we only have one car in our family and, basically, only one driver. (Mason is learning and Shawn _can_, but she doesn't really like to drive, and, anyway, no one sane would let the patient drive herself home.) I mean, there are Lyft and friends who could potentially help, but I'd also really like to be there to hear all the instructions for home care, etc., etc.

BUT, even if the timing ends up being super-inconvenient to me, I'm just so, so, SO glad we seem to be nearing the end of this nonsense.

Yesterday, Mason came up with a perfect metaphor. This long hospital stay has been like one of our family road trips without ANY of the good parts. We're all stuck in a small space together, but going nowhere. To be fair (and why this metaphor is actually fairly accurate), is that despite what it might sound like, our family actually does very well together in small, cramped spaces for extended periods of time... but, we are starting to hit our limit.

Stuff!

Sep. 29th, 2011 11:35 am
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Okay, lots to report. First of all, for those of you following along on the "all that crap" keyword, (aka, my father's lingering struggle with a number of health issues), there is FINALLY good news to report. He is at the recovery wing of the nursing home again, having been given a clean bill of health from the doctors at the hospital. Though they're still not entirely sure what what caused his mini-strokes (TIA), they think it has to do with heart arthythmia that he developed after the hip replacement surgery. Also, I need to post a correction: apparently, he (thankfully!) only suffered TWO mini-strokes, the first one that had everyone worried because it lasted several hours, and a second that lasted no more than a minute or so. At any rate, the good news is the docs sent him on for recovery and now he only has to focus on re-learning how to walk after six months of near-inactivity (though they always worked to keep his leg strength up during his previous nursing home stays.)

Secondly, I attended a "breaking" workshop at KSW. I failed to break my board. I was one of only two adults unable to do it. I suspect, considering the bruises that have developed and where they are on my hand, my technique was off. (Also, huge mental block: I kept thinking -- I have no health insurance; if I do this wrong and break a knuckle, no only have I messed up my writing career, I have bankrupted my family.) This experience has made me convinced that I was a T-Rex in a past life: I'm viscious, but have _zero_ upper body strength. ;-)

I should also say, I had no problem breaking the practice boards. Just confronted with a solid piece of wood freaked me out.

Everyone was so very sweet and concerned for my ego at the workshop. Though my hand is bruised, my ego is not, my friends. Master Barry Harmon (Kwan Jang Nim) made a point of pulling me aside and telling me that a) I had a lot to work on, and b) that he was proud that I never gave up. I said something self-depricating at the time, but I wish I'd told him what I said to Nicki (Jo Kyo Nim) when she asked me to consider why I do Kuk Sool Wan, and that is, "I do this because it's fun, Master, and giving up *isn't* fun."

The other news is that my psuedonym continues to be successful as all get out. Tate can report that you can now not only pre-order the mass-market paperback edition of Tall, Dark & Dead via Amazon.com, but also the third, and final novel in the vampire princess of St. Paul series, Almost Everything.

So, I guess that's all I got for now. I have to run off to volunteer because it's Thursday!

Dad Update

Sep. 27th, 2011 09:37 am
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My mom reported this morning that my dad had his third mini-stroke (TIA). The doctors are still trying to figure out what's causing these, but Gunderson Hospital has an excellent stroke clinic so he's in the best hands possible. Both he and my mom have been very positive still. He asked her to go check his mailbox at Viterbo University and they've been making plans for when he's out. I guess one of the things that has really helped his mood is that his hip feels so much better. He can really finally use his leg after all this time.

As I said on Facebook, I'm weirdly proud that I'm related genetically to ol' "Bullet." He's been through a lot physically and emotionally and he keeps coming up fighting.

I would like now, however, for all his positive energy to be rewarded. It would be all right if the universe wanted to stop throwing curve balls at him, and he could have a nice long period of good health!
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You know the Jewish tradition where, when someone is gravely ill, you give them a new name, so that the Angel of Death will walk by when he comes looking for them? Well, my dad has always gone by a nickname, "Mort." I'm really starting to believe that the angel of death keeps showing up asking for "Richard Morehouse" and, only finding this "Mort" guy, leaves.

I got a call yesterday morning that my dad had a stroke.

Yes, this after successfully surviving sepsis, c-def, and months in the recovery wing of the nursing home while waiting for a hip replacement. My mom had been worried, starting Saturday, because my dad was having a really difficult time recovering from the surgery. It went into overtime by several hours, and, while my dad is clearly a really tough bird, it really seemed to have knocked him back. She said he was confused at one point and thought he was still getting ready to go into surgery. This freaked me out, but all the other signs seemed okay, so I tried to put it out of my mind.

Then, on Sunday, after I took Shawn to the airport (she's off on a work trip to a conference in Washington, D.C.), I got home to the message. I'd left my cell charging because it had run out of battery unexpectedly the night before. (For some reason it's stopped giving me the warning beeps when it's low.) Anyway, there were three fairly frantic messages from my mom. I finally was able to call her back and find out what was going on.

He'd had a stroke. The doctors said they think it was a kind of stroke called a transient ischemic attack. They'd know more in 48 hours. (Now having read the wikipedia article, I know why. Apparently the effects are reversable if they last as long as 24 hours, but fewer than 72.)

I'm still not entirely clear WHY this happened to my dad. The surgery he underwent was pretty routine, even if it did go into overtime. He's been through a LOT in the last six months, but he was in fairly good shape when they checked him in before the procedure. Though, he has had problems with blood clots in the past, it's not clear that's what caused this. The multitude of theories my mom has heard from various doctors include the absorption rate of the anesthesia during the long procedure to something messed up in his brain stem... none of which are very clear to me or make a whole lot of sense.

The important thing is that he's regained his speech as of this morning, and strength has returned to his right side. Right now, as long as things continue to be stable, the doctors are predicting a full recovery.

I tell you though, this has been a serious emotional ride for me (as I'm sure it has been ten times that for my mom and my dad's sister, Mary Ann, who has been a trouper by showing up every day during this entire saga.) Last night, I had the craziest nightmare that I know is related. I had one of those dreams where someone is trying to get into the house. I'm trying to avoid being see by this shadowy figure -- ducking down before reaching up to lock windows, avoiding answering the door. I'm in the upstairs bathroom with Shawn and I'm telling her, "for god's sake, don't tell anyone it's okay to come in," when I realize it's too late. The shadowy figure is at the landing of the stairs. I'm completely impotent against it. I try to throw a recipie book I'm holding at it, but it bounces of (or passes through, at any rate, it's useless). I'm trying to tell it that I can see it and it should go away, but my mouth won't work, I've got something stuck in my throat. I can't breathe. That moment freaks me out so much that I wake up. My heart is pounding.

I actually go up to make sure no one was on the landing, of course. And I took my asthma medicine in case I really WAS having trouble breathing, but as I laid in bed thinking about that dream. I knew it was the angel of death. I was trying, subconsciously, to keep the "wolves" from the door.

Maybe it worked. Fingers crossed.
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Okay, well, that was quite the trip, and, alas, my poor father's saga is not yet complete! Last things first: his surgery went overtime yesterday by about two hours. I ended up having to leave for the train station before hearing from the doctor, but my mom called. From what I understand the surgery was complicated by the fact that the surgeon accidentally broke my dad's femur while fixing his hip. This apparently happens more often than you might expect. It may also mean that, depending on how severe the break is, he may still have to stay off that leg for a while...

...which would mean back to the nursing home for more physical therapy!

AAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH.

I'm going to call my mom in a little while, actually, and see what news. They weren't happy with the x-rays they were able to get in the operating room, so today they will get more, clearer pictures and hopefully know whether or not the break will be able to withstand pressure or not. If it can, they'll patch it up and send him home. If it can't... see above.

My poor pa. It's like a Series of Unfortunate Events, only without the bestselling novel and the funny bits.

The trip down and back were both, uh, "interesting."

Down was much as I expected. The shuttle bus is tiny, cramped and frought with polka (at least the second half of the journey always is). The first shuttle down to Rochester had me cheek (as in butt) to cheek with two other women the entire way. On my left was a woman who currently lives in Iowa but was clearly Not-From-Around-Here because she really, REALLY wanted to tell me all about her trip to Atlanta. I managed to avoid much of that by "meditating" (aka turning on my meditation mp3s and napping) for a good solid chunk of the trip, but when we got into Rochester, she was fit to burst and needed to talk my ear off until we got to the main hotel. Luckily, that was only a few minutes, and she was actually quite pleasant, if non-stop.

The second bus driver is the guy who loves polka. There's ALWAYS smelly food ingested by someone, BUT, twice so far, at least, I've gotten to have a seat to myself to stretch out in. The people behind me this time: two old ladies and an older gentleman were probably the funniest part. You know how some people can just talk about nothing, but not in a funny Seinfield sort of way, really NOTHING? Well, these were those ladies. They were also weridly noisy. They asked me about my laptop's wallpaper (a villa in Italy) and I think they were reading my novel over my shoulder as I was writing which was... awkward to say the least. I ended up giving up trying to write after only a few paragraphs. The bus was bumpy anyway, and I kept accidently sliding my arm across the touch pad and launching functions I wasn't intending.

I did get a lot of writing done on the train ride home, but, this time, instead of pleasant Amish folks, I got on the car with the drunk, party people. There were even Australians for god's sake!

Plus, I noticed as the train pulled in that its engine number was 13. Cue dramatic music!!! Yes, and we were randomly delayed four or five times along the route. The first time it was freight train traffic. The second... MARINE traffic! (Seriously, the railroad bridge had opened for a barge and we had to wait for it to swing closed and be locked down.) Then, we had to wait for some other Amtrack to pass us, and the most maddening of all? We were delayed just outside of the Amtrack station itself... which meant I could SEE MY HOUSE from the car, but I couldn't get off!!!!!

AARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHH.

I ended up walking home around 11 pm, feeling wholly dissatisfied. I would at least feel as though it was a good thing that I was there to keep my mom company, but I think her worry about my travel arrangements may have actually added to her stress rather than relieving any of it.

So, a pretty crazy couple of days, honestly.

At least I got a ton written.

Updatery

Sep. 20th, 2011 09:34 am
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I need to stay focused on writing the WiP, but I wanted to take a few moments to update the blog a bit.

Tonight I head down to LaCrosse again. My father has been FINALLY been dubbed infection free, so, with any luck, they will be scheduling his hip replacement surgery. Regardless, I will be down on Wedendsday to help my mom get furniture moved around in anticipation of the long awaited home coming. Hooray!

While I'm NOT looking forward to the shuttle bus ride down (see previous blog regarding this experience,) I can't wait for the train ride home. I really love taking the train, and last time, thanks to the fact that there's no WiFi on the train, I got a LOT of writing done. Watch: this time I'll fall asleep or something and not get a single word down.

I'm currently hanging out at a new downtown coffee shop called Claddaugh. It's LOVELY. If you are on 7th Avenue (near the Day By Day Cafe,) you should totally check it out. They make an awesome meil, which they call a Black and Tan -- which, if you know me, you understand that I have some trouble ordering by name because of their history in Ireland. I also have to resist singing "Come out ye, Black and Tans" under my breath. But, the coffee is AWESOME as is the decor. You should see this place! Exposed brick, chadeliers, hard wood floors! And, you know, I'll take Irish in whatever form it comes.

I need to pack up soon, alas, because I told Shawn I'd give her a ride to a meeting. Of course, it's absolutely gorgeous out now, but it was raining when I agreed to this. :-)

In other news, I continue to enjoy my WiP, which probably spells its utter doom. Thanks to advice given by my mom one of the last times I was down in LaCrosse, I'm writing like I'm 15 again. That is to say, I'm just letting whatever cool idea occurs to me find a place in the book. Why not, eh?

I'm also recoverding VERY SLOWLY from a nasty cold -- mostly chest congestion, which has been particularly brutal because of my asthma. Normally, I don't suffer unless I excercise, but the congestion has caused me to rely on my inhaler much more than I normally would. I did kuk sool wan last night, and, weirdly, I think that actually cleared me up for a bit. However, this morning I woke up nearly choking on all the phlegm. Gross! I can't wait for this to pass.

Hope you all are well. If I get a chance, I'll write from LaCrosse.
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I'm beginning to believe in fate a bit. I mean, I lost all those words, right? Well, I've been going over the novel as I decide what needs to be re-keyed from paper drafts or rewritten entirely and I discovered several places where I can make the story make MORE SENSE! (and/or be more dramatic, etc.) To be fair, I tend to do this sort of massive revision at some point during my novel writing process, but I think that there are times when I think, "Oh, well, I'll change this little thing here rather than completely scrap the scene," you know? Now, since I have no scene to scrap -- well, I think it's all for the better.

Plus, I have this fancy new Toshiba. It was a super-cheap computer, because, well, I drop computers, but what I really, really like about it? The keys click. When I write it SOUNDS like I'm writing, you know?

That's almost as cool as getting a new pen and notebook. (Some of you know what I'm talkin' about.)

In other news, we're back from our trip to LaCrosse. We happened to be down at the same time as the Great River Folk Festival and River Pride (LaCrosse's GLBT Pride festival.) We attended neither, but, instead hung out with "the old guy," aka my dad. He's doing so much better. He's still in the recovery wing of the nursing home waiting for hip surgery, but every time I see him he's more and more like his old self. I don't think I quite realized how profoundly sick he was until I saw how vastly he improved.

At any rate, we have our fingers crossed that the hip surgery will happen in mid-September. Then he'll be singing, "Free at last, free at least. Thank God Almighty, I'm free at last."

Shawn and I did drive by the Pride festival because Shawn spotted the gathering out of the corner of her eye. Let's just say I'm happy that I live in Minneapolis/St. Paul. There were a bunch of idiots with the hateful protest signs outside the entrance, so you had to walk past them to get into the fair grounds. Not very good planning on the pride people's part. I did my duty, however, and flipped off some yahoo holding a sign about the sin of sodomy. If Mason hadn't been in the car I would have yelled to him, "If you don't approve, don't engage in it!" (Since it does seem that, in the case of a lot of Republican congress critters those that protest the loudest seem to have the most to hide.)

Ah well.

The other fun thing we did was that we spent some unexpected royality moneys that came via the Germans. (I actually made a profit for them on Tall, Dark & Dead.) We bought ourselves an iPad. The best thing we've done with it so far is buy the Scrabble app. Now all three of us play a game on the iPad after diner. Nice.

I didn't end up going to kuk sool wan last night because I got hit by an awful allergy attack. I've been told it's ragweed season, and I have to believe it. I suffered the entire day, even though we had plans to hang out at Como Zoo with my friend Eric Heideman. We still managed to have a good time checking out the grizzlies and the polar bears, but I noticed the woman who sold us the snow cones was also suffering.

Today seems better, perhaps because of the impending rain?

Anyway, I should go write. Clickity-clack! Clickity-clack!

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