bad week
The kid's doctor has been concerned with LD's poor weight gain for a couple of months now. A few weeks ago we started supplementing LD's diet, hoping that would help. It didn't. Initially, the doc said one of several things could be going on. One of the things he mentioned was "genetics". I thought he meant the kind of genetics where some people are just skinny. No, he meant the disease/disorder kind of genetics. Duh. Yesterday, the doc wrote LD a prescription for a sweat chloride test to see if the kid has Cystic Fibrosis. Today I spent all morning at the hospital while a very nice tech attempted to catch some baby sweat. It was a bad morning. Lots of walking to and from the car, lots of waiting (when we made our appointment, no one wrote it down; no one thought to mention to the lab tech I was there until I'd been there for an hour...), and then LD didn't sweat. I get to go back Thursday. I am very tired.
But honestly, my life is good. I have it lucky. I reaffirmed this when I visited with some other people this evening who are having a hard time.
Rice has gotten a subcontracting job up north which will take him away from the first of November until mid-January. He'll be far enough away and gas prices being what they are ... well, let's just say he'll be moving back in with his parents. I am grateful for this opportunity. I hope it works out for the long term. I am not looking forward to not having husband for a while, however. We get along. We actually like each other. He's been working out of the basement for the last two years, and we've loved it. A lot of women I know go crazy if their husbands are around too much. I'm the opposite.
I'm not sure what this will mean for me in terms of my writing. It will either reduce my production or increase it. Based on passed experience, I suspect the latter.
I wrote nothing today. I did sleep in and take a nap. Yesterday I did some editing. I may talk about that another day. Tomorrow? I'll either finish my current WIP (or come close) or do some editing passes on another story.
Or maybe I'll sleep in and take another nap.
But honestly, my life is good. I have it lucky. I reaffirmed this when I visited with some other people this evening who are having a hard time.
Rice has gotten a subcontracting job up north which will take him away from the first of November until mid-January. He'll be far enough away and gas prices being what they are ... well, let's just say he'll be moving back in with his parents. I am grateful for this opportunity. I hope it works out for the long term. I am not looking forward to not having husband for a while, however. We get along. We actually like each other. He's been working out of the basement for the last two years, and we've loved it. A lot of women I know go crazy if their husbands are around too much. I'm the opposite.
I'm not sure what this will mean for me in terms of my writing. It will either reduce my production or increase it. Based on passed experience, I suspect the latter.
I wrote nothing today. I did sleep in and take a nap. Yesterday I did some editing. I may talk about that another day. Tomorrow? I'll either finish my current WIP (or come close) or do some editing passes on another story.
Or maybe I'll sleep in and take another nap.