Water for the Fish
Fezzik's legs hadn't gotten too much better this morning, and it worried me somewhat. He did manage to get around OK, though without much grace, so I didn't worry too much as he seemed to be able to do what he really wanted to do. I had other things to worry about. I had a 9:00 appointment for an ultrasound, and I had to drink five eight oz. glasses of water between 7:30 and eight o'clock in the morning. For some reason for service ultrasounds you have to have a certain amount of liquid in the bladder before they can do anything. I have to admit I thought Boulder Medical Center's requirement for 40 ounces of liquid before the appointment a bit much, especially since Dr. Henry's clinic had been able to just let me wait for an hour before the appointment to have an adequate amount.
So I was in mild discomfort and pretty irritable by the time we actually got there for the appointment. John handled it well, however, and kept me mostly to mild grumblings before the appointment. That was quite effete given that they turned out to be a good 10 minutes late. The ultrasound technician got me on the table, squirted warm lube on my tummy, and pushed fairly hard to get the pictures she needed. Right on the very full bladder, as the baby had his head jammed up, once again, right up against the cervix. The concern and the reason for this particular examination was because at the 16 week examination they had seen that the placenta was fairly close to the cervix, and if the placenta actually grew over the cervix the baby would have to be delivered by cesarean. The problem was that the baby had his head right in the way of the scanner. She tried to make him move, but he wouldn't. So she finally let me go to the bathroom, and we did it the hard way. The good thing is that everything checked out, and the distance between the placenta and the cervix is plenty for the delivery.
We got a few more pictures of the baby, but not enough time or detail to really deserve a tape. From there we went to work, and I got to chase the difference between our release and debug builds. It was not an easy thing. Starting with possible memory problems, moving to actually adding my own instrumentation to the code, and doing some very strange messaging that should work in both environments. I stopped for lunch when I got too depressed about the whole problem, and grabbed John, who was mildly surprised that it was well past noon. We went out into the sunshine and went to Good Times have a simple burger.
The line at stand was fairly long, so when John spotted the lock and key shop right across the street he had no qualms about walking over and asking for two copies of the Range Rover keys. They obliged. John also let them have the time to make them as we ate. I got the cheeseburger combo, with regular fries and a lemonade, while John substituted onion rings for the fries. We shared the fries and the onion rings. It was bitter cold out, but with the sunshine it actually felt warmer. There was enough warmth to make eating outside actually pleasurable. When we walked over to pick up the keys, and remembered that John had had a conversation with his parents about the Range Rover, and his mom had asked if the new car had a name yet. I thought that the name Baby Buggy would work very well for the new Range Rover, since we had bought it for the baby. He laughed, and then agreed, so I think we have a name for the new truck.
The bug I was chasing in the morning evaporated in the afternoon. I managed to get all the instrumentation into the code, got it to run really well in debug mode, and then built it in release mode. All along the code and changes I had made worked in debug mode and didn't work in release mode. This time, when I fired up the release code, it worked perfectly. I wanted to hit something. Instead, I just told my boss that the code worked. Since I had spent the entire morning proving myself that there were no reasons for the code not to work, there was much more credibility behind my statement. The whole thing made me tired. It also didn't help that my hands were swelling. Recently I haven't been able to go to sleep on my right side without my right hand going all pins and needles. After the massage appointment of last week, I'd been watching my hands more closely. Today, my right hand was definitely swollen, so I actually pulled out the ice packs I'd left in the freezer in the upstairs kitchen and did my best to apply them to my right hand. It helped my hand feel better, but not all the swelling went down. I really am going to have to watch this closely, because combined with my old wrist problems it's really getting in the way of work, any chance of being online, and getting any journal entries out without dictating them all.
We went home in the dark, feeling a little depressed. I was mildly worried about Fezzik, but when we got home and pulled into the garage Fezzik actually got up and came to greet us at the garage door. He seemed to be up and mobile and wanted to come in with us. He got mildly impatient with us as we were unloading the car, so he lay down on the garage floor. He didn't get up until we had unloaded everything and came back for him. He accepted our help up the stairs graciously, and ate his share of the turkey leftovers with rice greedily.
I was much happier. John and I piled our plates with leftovers, microwaved them, and pretty much ate. I admit I had to reheat the gravy with a whisk and a little extra chicken broth and some real heat from the gas stove. The reheated gravy turned out smooth and perfect and made all the leftovers taste all that much better. Fezzik got his share as well of my dinner, and scooted on his tummy right up next to my chair. Still a greedy dog.
As we ate we watched Monday Night Football. It was a very entertaining game, but not nearly as close as the various games we'd seen before, so at about halftime John turned on Ape Escape and I watched him play. When the explosions and music got really loud. The baby started wiggling. That was pretty funny. Fezzik lay down in the middle of the living room, and watched everyone and everything in good content. When we went to bed, he asked to go outside. John helped keep his rear end together as he went over the wood floor to the front door, and he settled on the bed outside. The really cold weather seems to have broken, and nighttime temperatures are in the 20s instead of in the teens or lower. Daytime temps are breaking into the 40s and 50s, so I don't worry about him being too cold in the day. He still enjoys being outside, but I don't think he'll freeze outside anymore.
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