The term rankles; sure, I’m no dev, but I need to keep up when I sit in on meetings. A colleague of mine is writing a script to extract data from a database and put it in a report for another co-worker – I should hope that shows we’re not know-nothings, or at least not all of us.
At a meeting yesterday someone asked twice if the people on my team knew what department we were in – the implication being we didn’t perhaps know and were confused by the org categories. There were two of us there, and both times we didn’t say anything and let someone else change the subject, because how the hell do you answer that politely?
It’s probably too soon to post here in Victory!, but i feel like sharing today.
August was a horrible month. During his first hospitalization, my father was diagnosed with esophageal cancer, had an injection port implanted for eventual chemo, had a feeding tube implanted in his stomach for supplemental nutrition, recovered, and went home. Several days later, he went back in due to abdominal pain, had a ‘small’ tumor removed from his bladder, recovered, and came home. Just about 25 hours after he was discharged, a mishap during a tube feed caused the tube to literally pop out of his body, leading to a third stay where a feeding tube was re-implanted (correctly this time), more recovery, and confusion between hospital departments on when Dad could be released. Whew!
After all that, we’re back home again, finally. We’ve still got a long way to go. The PET scan still needs to be done so the doctors can determine the best manner of treatment. But at the moment, things feel good. Since we slept late, brunch was one of my “Dagwood” omelets-- onion, mushroom, stewed diced tomatoes, chopped up salami, shredded cheddar cheese, just a touch of garlic powder, lots of eggs-- and toast. Dad ate a good quantity of it and said it was delicious. He’s curled up on the couch with a dog by his side, watching WWII aircraft training videos… and now he’s taking a nap. We’ve gotten several tube feedings done without incident, and we’ve been home for almost two whole days now… so I’m finally starting to relax a little. My belly is full after two helpings of tasty omelet. It won’t last, but at this moment in time life feels good. Yay!
I fixed (fingers crossed) the dishwasher draining issue.
I solved a fiendish cryptic crossword. I didn’t think I could do it, 95% of the time I think it’s beyond me, and then after 1 - 4 days the answers trickle in.
Didn’t proofread, didn’t write a second draft, stamped it and sealed it up within a few minutes of finishing, mailed it within an hour. Tricked my brain into thinking it was just a longish text message.
Been on a diet for over a year and it’s been a real process to get there. Finally over this one hump and lost 9 lbs in the last month and 3% of my body fat. I have two goals and the first one I’m about 5 pounds away from - expecting to reach it in the next couple of weeks.
