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November 13, 2000
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Productive Day

John was a sweety and toasted scones and cut grapefruit while I showered. We went pretty much immediately to the health clinic. John did a little side trip to a coffee place while I actually had to sit at home for a bit. John had left Fezzik inside when he left, and while I was occupied, Fezzik, thinking he was alone in the house, went and raided our bedroom garbage can. He really is feeling good today. When I got out, Fezzik had lain down, facing a corner and wouldn't look at me. That surprised me, and I went out to sprinkle dog biscuits around the front porch, when I got back in, I realized what he'd done and scolded him for it. He got up and headed for the door, with absolutely no problem with his legs.

It just made me laugh. It was good to see him feeling so well. It's pretty clear that there really is a connection between his mobility and the lymphoma and when his nodes are down he has much better mobility as well as general cheerfullness. He went out in good humor and I drove off. I took a bit more time getting there, being a bit extra careful on bridges and with wet and icy spots. It's sunny today and people here are driving insanely because most of the roads are pretty dry and clear; but there are sections that just aren't good, and it's just crazy how some people still tailgate here. I would almost bet they're not the natives, either.

I made it in plenty of time, and took most of my extra time trying to find parking in the icy parking lot with people scattered about lost and others trying to push their way through blocked areas. John found me a space in the back lot and there was just enough space to go the wrong way on the one way bit and turn around into the spot. Neat and clean. John had actually run into another John, one that we knew from the local Land Rover club, and his wife and his wife was having contractions and they were going to the hospital today. So many new kids.

I got to the lab in plenty of time to ask for my glucola. It's a glucose-based cola drink that is fizzy and they had lemon lime and orange and asked which I prefered. I asked for the orange and when I drank it it was like someone had a soda fountain with the syrup twisted all the way on. Oof. John was so glad he didn't have to do it, and I was pretty bemused by the sugar blast. I could feel the baby start to wiggle when it hit and it hit pretty good. I was supposed to appear an hour later to get my blood drawn to see if my body was dealing with the sugar properly. They'll also do an iron check to make sure that the baby isn't scavanging more from me than it should.

The checkup itself was pretty much routine. The heartbeat is strong, stronger than before, even without the long-distance woom-woom. It was getting to sound more like a normal heartbeat. My blood pressure is a bemusing 126 over 64, probably the largest spread I've ever had. The kid and the uterus is now taking about 27 inches of my innards. Surprised me by the measurement, but when I think about what happens when I breath now, and how it feels when I've eaten a complete meal, I could believe the measurement. Lots of change. I'm going to be going in every two weeks, now, and my weight gain is about right, so the doctor was really happy with me. Dr. Wienberg went through a good checklist of things that we should be looking at and that included the baby car seat that we'd been starting to research and a pediatrician for after the delivery. Turns out that one of the pediatricians in the clinic could do the work for immediately post-delivery and then we could go with someone else if we wanted. Some of the consideration is that we'll be working in Longmont pretty soon, so we'll likely want a pediatrician there. It's funny that pre-delivery is one doctor and post-delivery is an entirely different doctor, but it also makes some sense.

All in all, the baby sounds very healthy and things look good. I'll know about the diabetes test and the iron test immediately if something is wrong and in a few days if things are okay. They said that they'd call me if something was wrong, and that they'd mail me a note if all the tests go okay, which is the way I'd like it to be. If I have to wait, I'd rather it was for good news. I have an ultrasound next week, 'cause the placenta, at 16 weeks, was a bit low riding, and we have to make sure it's not blocking the cervex. If it is, I'm having a c-section, pretty much guarenteed, so it's not a bad thing either way, just a decision maker.

I then headed down and they had a buzzer for when they were supposed to draw my blood. It was a bit of a wait, and while we waited we heard one guy, who was likely to have to wait thirty minutes for his procedure, decide to get his flu shot while he waited. Made me perk my ears as the health service that was supposed to have given us our shots at work had said that the state had pulled the limited amount of vaccine and they weren't going to do it until December. Dr. Weinberg had said to get one if possible, and with the combined whammy of asthema tendencies and the pregnancy, it would be wise to get it sooner rather than later. John went to ask as to availability while I went and got my blood drawn. The right vein performed like a champ and then refused to close up, so when I went down the hallway I felt some wetness on my arm and I looked down to find the cotton completely red and a good smear of blood working its way down my arm. Oops.

That's one way to lose iron.

I went back and they cleaned me up as the vein had actually closed in the midst of all that by itself. They then put a pressure bandage on me and told me to leave it on for an hour. It made it easy to go and pay for my flu shot. Turns out that the clinic was only giving the shot to patients of the clinic for the first two weeks they had the vaccination, and with the evidence of how much a patient I was, I got to pay and take my shot. It was a bit more expensive than usual, but it made sure that I got the shot and I didn't have to worry about scheduling time later for it. It's something of a relief to just get it done along with everything else. All the med-stops in one place.

I drove home and it is a brilliant, sunny day and Fezzik was on the front porch. When he heard the garage door he rambled over to see what was going on, and when I went out the front door, he was going, handily, down the stairs, to see who was here. That did end up with him at the bottom of the stairs and I couldn't pursuade him back up. So we went around the house and I left him at the bottom of the kitchen stairs, and as soon as he heard me opening the dog biscuit tin he was up those stairs in a flash. I think that he's mildly confused, still, as to what he can or can't do since it changes so much every day. He came in with me, ate a few treats and when I settled down to the computer, he just lay down and went to sleep.

I worked. Happily.

Ate. Drank tea. Let Fezzik in and out into the sunshine. His black fur was luxuriently warm when he came back in. I was able to trace code through for certain functions I needed to find and figure out without any interruptions. It is a kind of luxury. Wrote more template material, thought through process stuff, ate lo mein at the keyboard, petted Fezzik while turning on the fireplace, and worked some more and suddenly figured out that it was dark because my screen was lighter than the rest of the house.

I petted Fezzik. His nodes are coming back, a few of them are pretty hard, the left hind leg one is just huge. They aren't harder or bigger than Thursday, but they're obvious. I'm happy he's feeling so good today, and I think it really was the right decision now as the treatment really has made him happier. It's good to see him capable even for just a while. It'll be hard to see him fail again, but, for now, it's good to see him eating with gusto, playing around the house, wallowing in the snow happily, going up and down the stairs with nothing but a mental hesitation, and doing the good guardian things that he likes to do around the house, especially when I'm home.

I worked until there was banging on the steps outside and John came in with my Levenger box. That was much faster than I'd been expecting it and I was pretty happy to open up the box and find my two pens and the cards. The pens were even better than I expected. The Cross Ion writes gel-smooth and is so utterly cute. The Rotring looks just as gnarly as it did in the catalog and since it's made of aluminum is as light as a dream to write with. The box of cards was really overfilled pretty well, so I know I probably got plenty of them. I use the cards often enough that it's nice having both the white gridded ones and the blue-grey lined ones. The Levenger 3x5 cards are really nicely made, they don't curl, and they take ink really well.

Both John and I worked just a bit more and then Fezzik slid his way between us. He was just lying on the kitchen floor and tried to sit up and his rear end just slid on the slick floor, so he just pushed his way into a lying position right in between the two of us. He got scritches from both ends and seemed very content to just be where we were. I think that it's very cool that he'll simply be getting more time with both of us as much as possible these last few weeks. Eventually, I slid him over to the carpet, turned him onto the carpet and he found his own feet when I got his dinner together. He's really enjoying his real food, and I have no regrets changing to the real meat and rice.

I put together a quick dinner for John and I as well. It's fascinating to be able to throw together long-cooked chicken caccatori, spaghetti with browned butter and mizithra, and a very nice spinach salad with Stilton together in less than ten minutes. We ate very well.

Fezzik went out onto the kitchen porch and we started hearing gnawing, crunching sounds. Rather than just eating the fluffy stuff, he was actually enjoying himself considerably by gnawing on the snow he'd trampled earlier and eating what he could find of the ice and packed down stuff. It was really, really funny listening to all the destruction sounds.

I wrote while John worked on our taxes for next year and then while he watched TV. The TV, of course, destroyed a lot of my concentration, so I started watching that instead. Monday Night Football, this year, has had an incredibly lucky streak of picking just the right games to broadcast. There have been years when at least half, sometimes three-quarters of the games have been blowouts and you could turn it off at halftime and not miss a thing. This year, so many of the games have been really close at the end, and there have even been a few overtime games. This Denver vs. Oakland game was just that way, though at half-time Denver led by a very healthy number of points, Oakland kicked it up a notch and tied it with a little more than a minute to go. Wow.

It was really fun to watch, though it did mean I stayed up a bit later than I really wanted to. Fezzik slept in the livingroom while we watched things, and he slept right in front of the fireplace, so his fur was really warm and toasty. He seems to really be enjoying the extremes, and maybe it's 'cause his fur coat insulator works both ways. He luxuriated in the warmth and slept on his bed a good deal. He stayed there, tonight, when we went to sleep, but I heard him get up and lie down in front of our bedroom door in the middle of the night. He didn't make a peep, but I knew he was there, and slept a little less easily. Finally, he started licking his paws and then after a while of that, he shuffled up onto his feet, and at the sound I was at the door from our bedroom to the outside. He came over and went outside, into 12 degree weather. I heard him, from then on, wandering about outside, up and down the stairs, along the porch. He never really slept on his bed, just did the rounds of his yard, and his sounds kept me up until John got up, let him in and they had their early morning together while I stole just a bit more sleep.

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