1. And for the second year in a row, the kiddo is sick the day before his birthday party. Sigh. Would it be wrong to just start having his parties in the middle of July when there are no colds to be passed around. A birthday three weeks after school starts just means everyone has the chance to catch it by mid/late-September. Ugh. It remains to be seen whether we’ll reschedule this, or if he’ll rally tonight–which is certainly possible.
I hate not knowing what’s happening. Just hate it.
2. A friend who’s had way too much loss in her life is pregnant, which is awesome. But the early test results have been, well, not horrible, but not awesome. Inconclusive, let’s say. Another friend has sent me her book of poetry on her IVF & loss experiences, and while the poetry is phenomenally good, it’s hard for me to read.
We’re so lucky to have our son, and I have, apparently, blocked out an awful lot of what happened to get him here. Anyone still reading who’s still in the IF trenches, please know I’m overwhelmed with sorrow & hope on your behalf, and I’m sorry I’m not reading the blogs anymore. Selfishly, it’s hard even to read about infertility any more. It’s like I used up all my capacity to think about those things and still function. I suspect I wasn’t functioning very well during those years.
God, those were the worst of times.
3. However, on the bloggy-happy side of things? A blog-met pediatric ophthalmologist friend who’s offered eye-advice in the past when it became obvious the kiddo was going to be visiting ophthalmologists regularly, was ALSO able and willing to advise me on some pesky questions I had about what would be involved with an eye exam for a character in the book I’m working on. I’ve watched umpteen videos, read blog entries for people who’ve had the procedure, and never was able to find the details I was looking for. She cleared it up so quickly, and so kindly.
Hurrah for people willing to share their expertise! Hurrah for ophthalmologists! Hurrah for friends who are both!
4. We’ve been watching the Lord of the Rings extended trilogy over the last 5 nights. Tonight will be the final ‘installment’. Long-time readers might remember that this was an annual tradition when we lived in Brooklyn–we’d get our geeky LOTR friends together, cook a hobbit-worthy kitchenful of food, and eat and watch for 12 straight hours.
That’s not happening here for a while–everything else aside, my kid is nowhere NEAR ready for such a violent, scary story–so the compromise was better than nothing. Still. I miss the immersion of doing it the proper way.
Not to mention the coney stew…
5. Speaking of eyes… I went to a retinal specialist today to see if we could figure out what’s going on with my wonky eye. Part of the problem is that I can’t seem to describe the issue well. “It just feels wonky. Not blurry, just like there’s some component of my vision missing. Like it’s darker. Or glare-ier. Or the colors are off. Or I’m having to tip my head to see around something.”
Well, the retinal specialist says I don’t have an inflamed retina per se, but the tissue behind the retina is inflamed. So if it’s not better in 4 months (and this has been going on for 2 years, so she’s not super worried about letting it go that long) when I have a follow-up exam, she’ll want an MRI to, you know, rule out brain cancer.
Which would be less worrying if my cousin’s wife hadn’t just succumbed to that very thing. We weren’t close, but her illness & death hit me hard. We went to college together, she was my peer, not some old lady who died from some old-lady disease.
And by the way, this getting older stuff? Most of it I don’t mind. Gray hair, wrinkly face? That’s all ok. The woman who tries to give me a 55+ discount? No big deal, I certainly don’t look like a teenager, & I recognize that by not dyeing my hair, I’m automatically registering as at least 10 years older to most people. But the whole body-going-wonky stuff? It sort of sucks. Just for the record, I do NOT approve. Not at all.