Laura

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For vanity or appearance? No. To repair damage from injury or a health issue, or address a health issue, sure. Not that I need that, but if it changed I would.

I can't imagine, for example, getting surgery to adjust the look of my face. But if a mole on my face (especially the big one) ever needed to come off because it changed and needed to be removed and biopsied, I'd want to minimize scarring. (I had the same thing done on my shoulder and really didn't care. So I have a half-centimeter scar where no one but my immediate family and health care providers will see it, big deal.)

We got a dining table for the dining nook. It is used, and goes pretty well with the look of the area. Four of the six chairs are sturdy; one more will be with a little wood glue; the last one I need to figure out and haven't yet. In any case we only need three for now, so no big rush on the two that aren't solid. The table is.

Couch arrives tomorrow. Dresser and TV stand arrive next week. Lawns are mowed. The repairs that needed to happen to the house are done. My dishwasher has clean/dirty magnets that I like okay, and are separate magnets. Have acquired what I need to secure the UPS against further toddler moments (he found the power button! joy).

Things on the current aggravation list:
* I want more energy. Meh. Being tired is, well, tiresome.
* Too many things in boxes. But see 'energy'.
* Dental work. Today I had the prep and such for the permanent crown, and got a deep cavity in the adjacent tooth (easier to access when no crown is on the one to be crowed) filled. I'm pregnant, so I can't take ibuprofen. Tylenol is fine for pain, but ibuprofen would've been better. Oh, well. Temporary crown in place, and will get the permanent crown later this month.
* Running around frantically. Today had too many appointments, and then I had to do grocery shopping as I'm on call this weekend and didn't want to do it then.
* Fussy toddler. He didn't get to bed until too late last night because we had guests over, and today just...it didn't go horrible, but it didn't go well either. Poor kidlet. Poor us!

...I really didn't want to have to see one this week. Oh, well. We can't always get what we want. I got to see TWO dentists. One who concurred with what I already knew (yes, the tooth that hurts so much you are losing your mind is, in fact, going to need to be dealt with) and sent me to a specialist to do the root canal. Four roots, one curving substantially. I entered at 1:30 and left at 4:00. Not my idea of fun.

On the other hand, not my idea of torture, either. I know root canals were once (as many things once were, medical and dental!) much riskier and much more uncomfortable. In my experience they are now basically tedious. I really liked the woman who did mine because the worst part is basically always the injection of the anesthesia, for me, and she made it about as easy and comfortable as is possible for that.

Could have been worse, but still.... I did not want to need a root canal!

Children's and Infants' liquid formulations have been recalled. Details at:

http://www.mcneilproductrecall.com/
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100504/ap_on_bi_ge/us_tylenol_recall_fda

This appears to affect most or all of the liquid formulations of all four products - if it's still in stores at this point, the store hasn't pulled it, but that doesn't mean it's good if it's the brand name. The advice is to toss them, apply for the refund or coupon (as you prefer), and pick up generics for the time being.

I do not like eczema. I really do not like it on my hands where cracks on the knuckle result.

I do like watching Scott talk so much about how he doesn't really need a smartphone, just a new phone that works (his has been declining in speaker quality, to where it has to be on speakerphone held not more than 1-2 feet from your ear to hear the other person), and then buy an iPhone anyway. He is pleased, so far, so it works.

I am vastly amused and pleased that, when we ran late on our errands and stopped at the mall food court, Drew happily ate vegetables from Scott's sub...and bits of rice and meat and sauce from my (mild, but not completely wimped out) chicken masala. What did he reject? Scott's tomato, and my naan bread. Go figure.

Drew walked through a large part of home depot (back through one aisle and about halfway across the back of the store), "pushing" the cart (aka hanging on to it while walking).

Tonight we have dinner at Dar Essalam with Drew's honorary aunt, our good friend Elaine. Poor Drew is going to have a great day for neat foods today (and likely tomorrow on leftovers) only to return to normal fare next week. (Poor me is going to, as well. Heh.)

We finally got the tile table I wanted a couple years ago and decided to wait on, that couldn't be found anywhere the next year. Argh. This year it could and the perfect size - so now we have a table to go with our bench. (Good thing the budget could absorb it. I wasn't looking for it when we found it, I was buying drip lines for the veggies. Luckily, I also found those, so it's a straight victory and not a mixed bag.)

I need to process the photos and videos of Drew since mid-March. I still need to process them. There are some amazingly cute ones I want to send to family and friends, but that's really hard when they're still stuck on the camera. :D

Today started out good, and then rapidly went south. The worst part of my day is actually how badly my friends' day sucked: a man who was friend to a number of people I know passed away. I feel so bad for them.

But I do want to post briefly about my day, ( ...behind a cut, 'cause I'm not sure anyone really wants to read it )

Just placed the order for Drew's baptismal photos, actual copies of. I do love the way they came out. And I'll be sharing the digital images once I have them (yes, that's acceptable use - I love this photographer).

Got my new glasses with new prescription just yesterday (had to wait for them to be ordered in; my astigmatism is bad enough that the "one-hour glasses" places can't make me glasses in one hour, they don't carry the needed lens blanks or whatever-you-call-those-things). The prescription isn't much different, so I adapted fairly easily - but the difference, though tiny, is immensely helpful. Things seem crisper. (They also seem clearer, but that's not the new prescription, that's the fact that I hadn't cleaned the old glasses recently enough, discounting finger-swipes to remove the worst of the dust. Yes, I know.)

Should soon have another nifty thing, namely corrective swim goggles. (I don't say prescription, because they aren't; they're sold in half-step or step increments, not to prescription. The eye doctor advised me on the values to use - not the same as for my glasses, since these don't have any astigmatism correction. They will NOT be great, but they will be sufficient for swimming in the pool, and much better than no correction.) You can get them prescription, but as it's a difference of $250-$300 to do so, yeah thanks I'll try the cheap option and probably it will be sufficient for that purpose.

Wednesday at work went well, although I got nailed by the pizza place. *wry* They had a pizza lunch for us due to a meeting. I really do NOT like pizza lunches, because I like pizza lots and the smell of it makes me hungry for it...and I'm lactose intolerant. I can have cheese/pizza/etc. with pills, but if I get the wrong number of pills, well, not so pretty. And the correct number varies by brand of pizza. Pretty much all I touch is Domino's. I know at least one local chain that doesn't seem to be tolerable with any number of pills - at least, I gave up on it before trying enough. This was from a chain that was new to me, and I'm not testing number of pills while I'm a half hour to an hour and a half (depending on traffic) from home, so I declined any pizza - and the woman handling the order asked if I wanted bread sticks at least. She rocks. I said yes. What neither of us knew, and no one working there warned her, is that this particular pizza place stuffs their bread sticks with cheese. *weary sigh* I had a pill with me - a lot of places top the sticks with a small amount of cheese, but trust me, this was a LOT MORE cheese because of the stuffing factor - so I took that. And I was fine. And they were good. But I really do think bread sticks should be bread sticks, and cheesy sticks should be cheesy sticks, in name. It avoids confusion, even if you don't have the other type.

Got an automated call today telling me Albertsons' home delivery service is closing later this month. I'm...amused. It's like it came out of nowhere to be my helpfulness fairy when I needed it, then wandered off. I looked into home delivery of groceries several times over the years, but it was never in my market; I eventually stopped looking. Then, after Drew was born, I was in no shape to do the shopping and didn't really want to send Scott out to do it either. So I checked, and Albertson's now had home delivery in our area, so we got groceries that way a couple times until I was more recovered/functional. Then stopped, because it costs money and uses lots of plastic bags, and it's not that big a hardship to go to the store. Now it's going away - not enough demand for its cost to them, I suppose. I'm just glad it was there earlier this year.

Wednesday night rocked. We got to play our Champions game. Just three of us were there, but we managed the scenario okay. At one point there were three Viper agents behind a mini-plane preparing to board it. One member of our team alerted the other two. My character, a time worker who closely resembles a speedster in effect, and who has the physical appearance of an 11-year-old girl (she's about 30, and cracks about her age really annoy her), leans down and sees their feet. She can easily run under the wing of the plane without ducking, and she calculates she can arc and hit the one in back. And she has to distract them, or they just might get into the plane and get away. So she charges.

1) The back set of feet belonged to the leader.
2) Who got bowled backward 6 meters from the impact with an 11-year-old girl. (For those who play Champions, she was moving at 16" and pushed her strength.)

Of course, she promptly got hit by two energy weapons (his and one of the other guys') and knocked out, but she wasn't knocked out hard (exactly 0 stun), and she stirred again a couple rounds later and proceeded to pummel the leader. (Hand-to-hand...at many times the speed anyone else is performing it. Yes, the kid is a wimp, but she can hit you a few dozen times instead of twice.) A teammate shot him, he fell down but was still conscious, and she walked over and smacked his face repeatedly until he passed out. :P It is not often that I take her to hand-to-hand combat: as the quick out proves, she's very vulnerable. (And one more point of stun and she would've been out for much longer.) But she can be very effective if she's doing the attacking....

A post about vaccines and autism (and the "study" that led to some people concluding vaccines caused autism, and ... yes). Please, please, get kids vaccinated.

Three weeks ago, my appointment with my OB was hastily replaced with an appointment with someone else in her practice, as she flew out the door to handle an emergency C-section. Everyone was very apologetic, which really, not necessary. Emergency C-sections trump routine appointments, and I'd really rather be the trumped appointment than the woman needing surgery. (And the woman I saw was perfectly nice, and there was nothing I had questions or concerns about anyway.) Two weeks ago, my appointment was canceled due to weather. Last week, my appointment was canceled due to weather. Fortunately, I've been doing quite well, so even though it's toward the end of my pregnancy, it wasn't a big deal. This week, I actually got to keep my appointment! Although, in a fit of irony, she was running slightly late (less than 10 minutes, so it hardly even counts)...she was just back from the hospital, where she'd been performing a C-section. Sheesh. I should note that prior to this month, never had any of my appointments with her been canceled, moved, or affected by anything like this.

All is still well, I'm still right where they want me, and life is boring. I approve of this. Life being boring is good.

Despite having pulled something over my left ribs (which is back down to twinges when I move wrong - note, certain driving motions are "moving wrong"), I was feeling fine, so I stopped by the Tigard library and dropped off a book that was due, plus picked up a hold. Plus, since I already had to go in, a few other books selected more or less at random. Sigh. Book junkie, right here.

Then I did some grocery shopping. We really only needed milk, but I picked up a few things I wanted as well. Especially the bagel sandwich that was what motivated me to stop and get the milk.

And now I'm home again. Online for a bit and then I will rest and read some - our final childbirth class (rescheduled twice due to the aforementioned weather) is now tonight, and if I have to be functional until 9:30 or so (counting driving time to get home) then I really ought to rest between now and when we leave. Easily enough done!