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Ordinarily I wouldn't post this....
Aug. 2nd, 2007 01:05 pmBut I want to make sure Miss Stasha sees that I'm not supposed to be a Scientologist.
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Aug. 2nd, 2007
And an update with actual content...
Aug. 2nd, 2007 01:41 pmThe end of July was an insane flurry of activity. Lots of visiting with people and them visiting us and meeting up for 8,000 (I counted) dinners. It was all wonderful, don't get me wrong, but eeee... I think I could just hole up in my house and not be social for awhile. Get some sleep. Lose some stress.
Doing better now. And am officially in my thirties! My mom and brother seemed to genuinely expect me to get some twinges over it, but :::shrug::: Thirty's just not that old, you know? I didn't think so when I was a kid, I don't think so now. Maybe I'll be more sensitive about 40, but I'm not counting on it. Had a wonderfully romantic birthday dinner with my Nate at Papillon - a French restaurant we went to while dating in high school, part of the French Club's activities. He'd arranged for a private dining room curtained off from the main space, and it was all very special and perfect. One of our desserts was the bananas flambe, which I'd expected a little showmanship for... fire is always a bit showy. It far exceeded my expectations; prepared right in front of us with accompanying chatter and lots of little tricks, like zesting the orange into the flames to create sparks... beautiful and entertaining. My birthday party on the Saturday following was enjoyable; much smaller than I had originally hoped (please see previous posts with whining) but what friends and family that were able to make it, made sure that I good time :) And hey, cheesecake!
Our little baby theater has finally taken my mental suggestion that the only way they're going to survive is to stop competing with the multiplexes and do cool cultie things like Rocky Horror Picture Show. Hee! I don't know that I'll be going or anything, but we have such adorable herds of teenagers/young adults who should be all over it, and it adds to the coolness of my city. :::thinks happy memories::: Yes. Now all they need to do is start showing nifty stuff during the daytime too, like foreign films or classic movies or *something*.
A slew of children showed up at the playground while Alex and I were at the park this morning. He made immediate friends with another little boy - ah, the irresistable call of Thomas overalls! Win friends and influence people! - and also forged a short-lived romance with a little sweetheart named Emma. So cute! Holding hands while climbing the steps and going down the double slide together :) Wish I had pictures.
My mom.... might have lupus, with lots of the rare terrible complications. Her rheumatologist is "certain" but he was awful swift to jump to the diagnosis before even really talking to her or running other tests. Everything I read about lupus says you'll need to see a rheumatologist because they are the lupus specialists, so I'm concerned that he may be seeing what he wants to see. It doesn't help that he's a loathable and arrogant jerk who thinks he's God five days a week and Dr. House on the weekends, and has that very irksome habit of talking down to women and condescendingly calling them 'honey'. Given our last experience of "You have a diagnosis! Oh... wait... no, maybe not", I am (understandably?) a little cautious at taking him at his word. On the flip side, her symptoms *do* match lupus (along with several other things) and it may be that he's right. He did admit that there may be other things going on besides. One of the complications, CNS lupus, attacks the central nervous system and is what he thinks has caused so many of her... strange mental issues, the personality shifts and such. Ha, the number of times I've read "psychosis" or "dementia" is kind of scary, because that's what it is, just not to the degree that the words call to mind. Anyhow, it's a pretty major problem, obviously, and he's very eager to start treatment, which is basically six months of chemotherapy. I think my mom is still coming to terms with things and trying to decide whether to trust him or not. Denial would be a normal reaction even if her new Dr. wasn't an egotistical jerk, after all. So... that's where we're at now. She is getting worse... her drugs mask almost all the symptoms, but her autonomous system is out of whack (meaning her body can't always regulate her body temp, etc) and that's visibly worsening. So even with my misgivings about Dr. Gilderoy Lockhart, I think that she does need to pursue treatment. Obviously chemo is not something you just jump into, though.
Doing better now. And am officially in my thirties! My mom and brother seemed to genuinely expect me to get some twinges over it, but :::shrug::: Thirty's just not that old, you know? I didn't think so when I was a kid, I don't think so now. Maybe I'll be more sensitive about 40, but I'm not counting on it. Had a wonderfully romantic birthday dinner with my Nate at Papillon - a French restaurant we went to while dating in high school, part of the French Club's activities. He'd arranged for a private dining room curtained off from the main space, and it was all very special and perfect. One of our desserts was the bananas flambe, which I'd expected a little showmanship for... fire is always a bit showy. It far exceeded my expectations; prepared right in front of us with accompanying chatter and lots of little tricks, like zesting the orange into the flames to create sparks... beautiful and entertaining. My birthday party on the Saturday following was enjoyable; much smaller than I had originally hoped (please see previous posts with whining) but what friends and family that were able to make it, made sure that I good time :) And hey, cheesecake!
Our little baby theater has finally taken my mental suggestion that the only way they're going to survive is to stop competing with the multiplexes and do cool cultie things like Rocky Horror Picture Show. Hee! I don't know that I'll be going or anything, but we have such adorable herds of teenagers/young adults who should be all over it, and it adds to the coolness of my city. :::thinks happy memories::: Yes. Now all they need to do is start showing nifty stuff during the daytime too, like foreign films or classic movies or *something*.
A slew of children showed up at the playground while Alex and I were at the park this morning. He made immediate friends with another little boy - ah, the irresistable call of Thomas overalls! Win friends and influence people! - and also forged a short-lived romance with a little sweetheart named Emma. So cute! Holding hands while climbing the steps and going down the double slide together :) Wish I had pictures.
My mom.... might have lupus, with lots of the rare terrible complications. Her rheumatologist is "certain" but he was awful swift to jump to the diagnosis before even really talking to her or running other tests. Everything I read about lupus says you'll need to see a rheumatologist because they are the lupus specialists, so I'm concerned that he may be seeing what he wants to see. It doesn't help that he's a loathable and arrogant jerk who thinks he's God five days a week and Dr. House on the weekends, and has that very irksome habit of talking down to women and condescendingly calling them 'honey'. Given our last experience of "You have a diagnosis! Oh... wait... no, maybe not", I am (understandably?) a little cautious at taking him at his word. On the flip side, her symptoms *do* match lupus (along with several other things) and it may be that he's right. He did admit that there may be other things going on besides. One of the complications, CNS lupus, attacks the central nervous system and is what he thinks has caused so many of her... strange mental issues, the personality shifts and such. Ha, the number of times I've read "psychosis" or "dementia" is kind of scary, because that's what it is, just not to the degree that the words call to mind. Anyhow, it's a pretty major problem, obviously, and he's very eager to start treatment, which is basically six months of chemotherapy. I think my mom is still coming to terms with things and trying to decide whether to trust him or not. Denial would be a normal reaction even if her new Dr. wasn't an egotistical jerk, after all. So... that's where we're at now. She is getting worse... her drugs mask almost all the symptoms, but her autonomous system is out of whack (meaning her body can't always regulate her body temp, etc) and that's visibly worsening. So even with my misgivings about Dr. Gilderoy Lockhart, I think that she does need to pursue treatment. Obviously chemo is not something you just jump into, though.