Glad to know some people who get married on April 1st make it.
Hm. The Housework Fairy didn’t make it. Oh, well.
I’m up, waiting for Nat to wake, and trying to plan a long day- Mr. Lissar’s working till eight, so I’m alone with the kidlet. Library, park, having someone over for tea, running races up and down the hall, walking along the boardwalk.
Blurf. Grumpy today.
It was slightly foggy this morning when I left for the salt mines. 'Twas the coastal fog that comes in from the ocean, and the type I love. With it comes an earthy smell that I never experienced in Indiana, or even Virginia. If the fog wasn’t there, I’d be even grumpier.
Thursday. Not Firday. 
Oh, well…
Hey, I thought dotty’s housework fairy was indisposed. And y’all are passing her around like a doobie? That’s cold. 
All this talk of formulas and x this and that is causing stabbing pain to my poor numerically-challenged brain. Fergit it. Just don’t go there. Those numbers just turn colors and float away.
Din din last night was lemon butter salmon, smashed N.O.T.s and hairy-coat verts. The salmon was a frozen brand and was honestly the best salmon I’ve had in years. Go figure.
We are supposed to get up to 86 Murkin degrees today but it’s very muggy.
Don Juanna is visiting me as well.
Tupug
I’ll trade you two phone talkers (I know way TMI about them) and a tapper. At least since we moved, I don’t have to deal with allergy guy. HONK, snort, clear throat, blow nose - ALL FREAKIN’ DAY. I finally gave him some Claritin D’s so I could get some peace and quiet. It was really gross.
Big storm coming through - I can hear the thunder. We’ve already had one little power glitch. Maybe the power will go out, and we can go home! Whee!
Later, gators…
Morning Mumpers! it’s raining outside, Gordie is gnawing on things(I swear he’s a beaver/JRT mix), and I have to go into work today.
Herbs, I like the lemon/ginger Stash, too. It’s good when I have a head cold.
Will do tomorrow. They probably won’t be very good, though. Our digital camera died, so I’ll have to use my phone.
My back is killing me.
The Worthless Yappy Dog next door woke me up an hour after I fell asleep.
Corvette Roommate’s left side went numb at 3 in the morning and he had to go to the hospital, which also woke me up.
I’m getting some Benadryl and Tylenol today so I can sleep all night tonight.
Knocking off work at 12 since I have to be here this weekend.
Didn’t get any of that coastal fog Bobbio’s talking about since I’m farther inland, but the cherry trees are blooming and that cheers me up.
I’ve had songs stuck in my head every day this week. Monday it was Placebo’s “Pure Morning,” yesterday it was “Me and Bobby McGee” and today it’s Brian from Family Guy growling New Kids on the Block’s “The Right Stuff.”
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-oh,
The right stuff
LiLi, I tried to convince the maid to step into the CD drive, but she wasn’t buying it!
Today was an okay kind of day (it being my Firday and all), until we took HRH to the doctor’s for an appointment. HRH has been limping slightly the last couple of days and we thought she must have hurt her knee or ankle … nope, it turns out she probably has rickets (she has knock knees, a pigeon chest and rachitic rosary (aka bumpy bits on her ribs))! OMFG! She what??? Of course, when this news trickles down to MIL, it will all be my fault for not feeding her properly, etc. etc. Forget about the fact that everyone in that house ignores everything I say when it comes to raising my own daughter - even my husband has narrowed it down to the fact that since I clearly can’t be in 2 places at once (i.e. earning a 6-figure income and being the perfect SAHM), it must be my fault!
To add insult to injury, the doctor (a consultant paediatrician who apparently is a professor of paediatrics at Brown University in the grand old US of A) asked me if I was a pentecostal christian, because I was wearing a long-sleeved blouse and a long skirt! No lady, I work for an ISLAMIC bank and came here directly from work - stupid cow!
Gaaahhhhhh! Can I have some hugs please?
{{{Dotty}}}
Will HRH have to live with splints? The vitamin D/calcium issue is rather easy to treat, BTW.
{{{DGD}}}
I didn’t know people in first-world countries could still get Ricketts. The picture in my biology textbook of a kid with the classic bowed legs was from 1930-something.
Playing loud, bass-heavy music after 10PM in an on-campus college appartment building should be punnishable by imprisonment. Playing it after midnight should be punishable by death.
On a related note, I didn’t sleep too well last night.
I am, however, in a passably good mood. I finished this week’s Thermodynamics homework last night, and I got it all correct and actually felt like I knew what I was doing for a change!
Lunch today is a buffalo chicken sub - om nom nom. And now, I have to run back to my appartment, cuz I realized as I was typing this that the notebook containing the aforementioned homework is not with me. Yay, long walks with heavy bags. Ah well.
Nava - Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m usually pretty good at that kind of stuff, figuring out what parts of the problems are what variables and how to combine and reconfigure them, how to relate them, and I am damned good at algebra if I do say so myself. In fact, with more time, I’m fairly sure I could solve all of the problems he gives us. My main problem is that he gives us these sorts of never-before-seen-problems and expects us to both figure out how to solve them, and then actually do so, in a very short timeframe (we have ~10 minutes per question). I understand the importance of being able to think through and solve these sorts of questions, but that sort of necessitates being allowed time to actually think.
Oh, and in case anyone is curious, here is the solution to the sphere/ramp collision problem I mentioned earlier. Do not click if youdon’t like math… 
VBob, no need for splints at this stage - just big doses of Calcium + Vitamin D supplements for the next couple months, plus ensuring that HRH gets sufficient exposure to sunlight, and foods like eggs and (blech) liver.
You’re so lucky. I sit a couple cubes over from The Snuckler. All day long, it’s snuck-snuch-snuchh-snuck. If his head is up, stuff apparently drains better. I’ve had secret desires to raise his desk so he has to look up to see the monitor.
Bringing him a box of tissues did not help him realize that he sounds horrible. I need to ask the boss about more telecommute days.
Then there’s the Laughing Donkey. She brays at everything and can be heard five aisles away. The Giggling Co-worker also drives me bats. They’ll call up, and it’s like “Hehehe, this damn user, hahah, forgot his password, hehehe, and hahaha locked the root account. Hahahah!” It’s not funny! And why are you telling me? Just reset the root account before the next “spin” fails.
Quiet day here otherwise. DH has jury duty, so it’s just me, a sleeping dog who’s making ominous gurgling noises, and the radio. Better go find the gas mask - those gurgles are going to come out of the dog sooner or later.
Over the counter calcium with vitamin D is a horse pill; if she’s getting prescription strength, it’ll be even bigger. Good luck getting a toddler to swallow one twice a day.
I take OTC calcium citrate/vitamin D because of my reworked plumbing. Doesn’t taste bad, just big.
Is there a cultural aversion to milk or something else in the western diet that likely caused this? If you can’t blame her diet, then you need to consider an intestinal issue that’s blocking absorbsion of nutrients.
Fortunately, the supplement is in drops form (the drug is alfacalcidol, which is apparently converted in the liver to a Vitamin D metabolite, resulting in a much higher dose of Vitamin D than you would get from one of those horse pills), so I just need to add a few drops to her milk each day.
I don’t know what the issue could be. HRH gets at least 2 serves of dairy a day, plus she eats a scrambled egg for breakfast most days. Admittedly, she doesn’t get enough sunlight, but I had assumed (based on my reading) that that could be easily rectified through fortified milk and foods like eggs and liver (again, blech!). I am taking HRH to a different paediatrician on Tuesday (for her 2-year check-up and vaccinations), so I will ask her about it then, since this other doctor really yanked my chain. She kept talking about my daughter’s deformities! Grrrrr!
Okay, so I’ve just been doing some reading and apparently the anti-convulsants that HRH used to be on (which were metabolised in the liver) may have affected her Vitamin D absorption. But she’s been off the meds for over a year now (touch wood), and she otherwise gets at least 2 cups of fortified milk a day, plus cheese, egg and (two things Dr Know-It-All didn’t mention as being high in Vit. D) canned tuna or canned salmon at least once or twice a week.
I think I need to walk away from the computer for a while, drink a beerverage or three and go to bed.
{{{Dotty}}}
If you can link a vitamin D deficiency to specific pharmaceuticals, then you have all the justification needed to beat stupid people with a clue by four. In the US south, "Some people need killin’ " is a valid legal defense to a murder charge; YMMV in the Persian Gulf.
Oh, and you may want to get her an orthopedic consult to measure HRH’s leg bones, just to have it on record.
Yay! Finished my HW 5 minutes before class; I hadn’t realized the teacher had changed it from “optional” to “mandatory” until ~two hours before it was due, but I finished it!
Had an extra-credit quiz too, free points are always nice.
{{{{{Dotty}}}}}
Yeah, a second opinion sounds like a good idea, Dotty. And at least you’re now alerted to the fact that it’s medication caused, so if, heaven forbid, she ever ends up back on it, you’ll be prepared. But it sucks that nobody ever told you that till now. Why are doctors so notoriously bad at informing people of rather important side effects, anyway?
I’m still blurfing here today. Spent far more time than I wanted to on that Communism in the US of A in the 1950s thing because I had to google endlessly. At least now I’ve got some nice, boring congress[del]idiots[/del]people to work on; unfortunately, Don Juanna also paid a visit here today. And the housemaid fairy did not. What is wrong with this picture?
Isaac is starting to adjust better to being an Only Dog. He woke up cheerful this morning, and we’ve had a nice drive in the CAR oh boy oh boy oh boy as well as a good play session in the yard. Mostly, though, I’m just sticking to the normal routine as closely as possible – I figure that since dogs behave like small children, they probably benefit from routine like small children do. Certainly Rusty had his routine down cold; heaven forbid afternoon snack wasn’t at 2:00, dinner at 6:00, and bedtime biscuit at 9:00! And none of this “wait five more minutes” crap, either – that dog’s stomach clock was the most accurate I have ever seen! Isaac’s isn’t quite as strong, but he still seems to appreciate everything going on as usual, minus, of course, the presence of the big goofy Idiot.
And today after we played? He didn’t even turn his head towards where Rusty would always lay down, just trotted straight in the house without stopping. He definitely saw Rusty there the other day…that was definitely one of the strangest experiences of my life, I have to say!
I’d better get back to the congress[del]idiots[/del]people so I can get to bed at a more decent hour tonight. If they don’t put me to sleep before then!
