The magazine also has an excellent blog and some very good articles. I just finished reading their spotlight on invisible disabilities, which linked to the cartoon. There’s plenty of excellent reading material on their site.
I won’t be going to Dragon Con unless a ticket (or pass — hey, I’m willing to do panels, ya know) falls out of the air. Sam will be running games and the girl will be working the con, so they both got passes. 🙂
I’d happily meet out-of-towners for lunch or something, though. Jeannie, you still coming?
I expect lots of fun photos (with you in them, not just of the crowds!) and stories from y’all next week to make up for not going, of course.
I’m trying to plan some self-care so I don’t get too lonely and grumpy over the weekend. I’m figuring in stitching time, definitely, but could use some suggestions as to movies to watch while stitching. I never go to the cinema, so you can safely assume that if it’s been out in the last two years, I haven’t seen it (except Serenity, of course!).
Other suggestions for the weekend?
My current “fun” reading is Widdershins by de Lint, but I’m not really getting into it for some reason. I need to see if the library has something fluffy like the “Undead and ____” novels. Yeah, they’re easily bought, but I read them like literary M&Ms, so the high cost of paperbacks just doesn’t seem justified. Dekalb’s library doesn’t suck, but I miss Gwinnett’s far better selection of genre fiction, as well as living close to a branch of the PINES system as we did in Cobb.
I did something for me today, though: I put things in motion to return to school. If all goes as the school thinks it will, I could actually be doing some online classes next week! That is, if they give me the financial aid package I want. If not, I’ll wait ’til January. But I’d really like to go back now, as I’m feeling extremely empty-nested with Katie gone back to school. I don’t want to do just online classes, because I really miss the discussions of a “real” class and I think it would be good to have something regular for which I have to leave the house.
On the other hand, online classes take lots less energy, which leaves more for the actual academic pursuit and the rest of my life.
Happily, Katie prefers doing her homework next to me rather than holing up in her room as I did at that age, so I get a fair amount of time with her when she’s home. That really does push the need for a laptop, though, as she can’t be online (or just typing) and be in the living room with me and Sam. When she had one she made really good use of it.
I really like the fact that she’s attending a school with a good location and community ties. We couldn’t really ask for better than where she is in that respect. I’m looking forward to moving closer to the school, though.
It seems that many of us who suffer from fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue are perfectionists. I know that I am.
One of fibromyalgia’s harder lessons has been pacing myself and adjusting to changing (but always lower than before) energy levels and concentration. I know I’m not the only one who isn’t as considerate of myself as I am of others.
I’ve fallen into the perfectionist trap again here, with the podcast. I’ve had a hard time posting unless I feel I have something “important” to say, or to release a new episode of the podcast that isn’t a certain length. I’ve been using things like the length of my partner’s podcast episodes as a standard for myself. We have different abilities and audiences, and his standards aren’t appropriate for me.
Expect an episode soon, in a new format.
Katie is absolutely loving school.
Well, she loves the social aspect, and the challenge of interacting with new instructors. She isn’t happy about living by a bell, and of course all of us are adjusting to living on the school’s timetable in general.
At the end of the very first day, she called and asked if she could go hang out with her new friends at a nearby coffee shop. That’s my girl, the extrovert. She’d already made friends and continues to do so. So much for any worries (which we didn’t have) about her social skills.
She’s doing well academically, too. We talk about her school work and she asks for input at times, so I know what she’s doing. It isn’t nearly the same as the level of involvement required for homeschooling, but it’s something.
She isn’t accustomed to the adversarial relationship some teachers and staff members automatically assume towards students, and it isn’t something I ever want her to accept as right or normal. Expected at this level, maybe. But not right.
I’m still having some “empty nest” feelings, but seeing her thrive certainly helps deal with them. Homeschooling was definitely the right thing for us for the past few years, and did prepare her well for high school. We have no regrets at all there!
Katie is under the weather, and after I realized she’d been exposed to strep throat last week I took her in to the doctor today.
Seeing the doctor took far less time than finding a doctor to see. Her “primary care provider” as designated on her insurance card wasn’t in her office. No problem, I didn’t mind seeing any of the other four doctors in the practice or even a nurse practitioner. We just needed a strep test, right?
Not so fast. They didn’t bother to tell us this when I initially “interviewed” them, but Katie’s doc was the only one in the “family medicine” practice who sees anybody under 18 years of age.
I think their definition of family is off, to say the least.
They told us to go to the emergency room. I don’t think so! We’d still be there waiting, and we’d be contributing to the overcrowding that causes treatment delays for those who really have emergencies.
I didn’t want to deal with that practice any more, so I called the insurance folks to change providers. They’d be happy to do that, and the change would be effective October 1. Oh, we needed to see someone today? Well, if Katie’s doctor was closed and nobody was seeing her patients, we could go to the ER.
I’m beginning to understand why it took hours to be triaged when I went to the hospital (and was eventually admitted) back in June.
I finally argued someone into acknowledging that she could make a change effective immediately, after which I called around to find a doctor who was
1) on the plan
2) accepting new patients
3) the real kicker — willing to see Katie today.
She was missing school already, and I wanted to avoid having her miss another day if possible. And honestly, by then it was A Thing. My child would see a doctor today!
I found one, called the insurance people back—and had to educate the next representative as to the fact that he could indeed make a preferred provider change effective today.
Finally, we went to see the doctor. I admit to asking far fewer questions than usual, but I was stilll floored when we walked in to the examining room and I saw a homepathic reference book sitting next to the doctor’s chair. (Yes, her chair. She sits in a rocking chair most of the time.)
Had I been seeking an alternative care provider, I probably wouldn’t have been able to find one. That wasn’t what I wanted, though. I thought I was taking my kid to a good, old-fashioned allopathic practitioner and was given no indication that she was anything else. (Don’t even start with me about how much older-fashioned herbal remedies are, much less homeopathy.)
Her version of taking care of things was to give us a mess of articles and emails printed out from Dr. Weil’s web site, some of them recipes for herbal remedies that we could choose from and “just try any of them.” My judgment from reading them: expensive experiments that the girl might or might not agree to even taste.
She did, at my insistence, do a strep test. The fast test was negative. We should know something about the normal test in a day or two.
So now we’re looking for a doctor, again. This time I’ll be asking, specifically, if the practice is “holistic” or not, as that seems to be a code word for “uses homeopathy.”
The girl has been soothed with Traditional Medicinals Throat Coat tea (which contains some of the same things recommended by Dr. Weil), frozen fruit bars, Nyquil and lots of cuddles.
I have nothing against herbal remedies, but I know how to read web sites, too. Very well, in fact. We don’t have to go to a doctor for that. We can even print out articles right here at home! And, obviously, I don’t have any truck with homeopathy at all, and I will not trust the health of my child to a physician who practices that nonsense.
I suppose I’ll be on the phone a lot again on Tuesday!
On the positive side, my girl has health insurance, so we weren’t worrying about how to pay to get her to a doctor, as many people would be. I didn’t have to take her to the ER. She did get to see a doctor. She probably doesn’t have strep throat, so we didn’t have to get on the “will she be allergic to this one” merryground of antibiotics.
The day did end on a more positive note. Katie is sleeping better due to the Nyquil, and seemed much more cheerful after the tea and pops helped her throat a bit.
Sam picked up a new-to-us recliner via a gifting group. (I’ve wanted another recliner since mine died a year or two back.) We had yummy leftovers from his cooking yesterday for dinner (fajitas) and he and I did a big grocery run together. I’m sitting here enveloped by the smell of the flowers he snuck in amongst the comestibles now. If I could put my hands on the digicam I’d post a photo, but I may have to be patient ’til tomorrow for that part.
A good partner makes a huge difference after a trying day!
By way of Rebecca Blood’s blog, more bad news on the civil rights front.
The Northeast Mississippi Daily Journal reports that Fellowship Baptist Church in Saltillo voted on August 6 not to accept black members. In doing so, they rescinded a previous invitation to join the congregation that had been extended to the family of a biracial child who had “accepted Jesus” at the church during a revival.
Pastor John Stevens resigned after the vote.
The church was “afraid Joe might come with his people and have blacks in the church,” Stevens said. “I could not go along with that. There would always be a wall between us, so I resigned that night.”
At least they seem to be embarrassed about it, as the congregation began denying that the vote ever happened after an August 17 meeting in response to press inquiries.
BTW — when most of us think of Baptists, we’re thinking of the Southern Baptist Convention, which is the biggest group. This church is part of the smaller Baptist Missionary Alliance. The article doesn’t mention any response from the denomination.
Live+Press works, but it gives me lots of messy error messages. I don’t like error messages, even if the post does eventually go where it’s supposed to go. Oddly, it works just fine on Katie’s site. We’re using the same version of WordPress on the same server. Very strange.
So now I’m testing LiveJournal Crossposter. We’ll see how this one works. It’s simpler, with far fewer options. I can’t customize the LJ post in any way (user picture, mood, etc.) but most of those options weren’t really working in Live+Press anyway.
I’ve gotten the idea that some of you just won’t comment if you can’t do it on LJ, so I’ll just go back to having comments in both places. At least I’ll get notifications (or should).
That’s a real problem I have with using LJ as an aggregator: there’s no way to get LJ to disable comments on the syndicated feed account, and the blog author never know the comments are there. Few people actually go back to the blog to respond, and bloggers (on LJ or elsewhere) want comments. They are the ego-cookies that make us happy. You wouldn’t want to miss your comments, would you?
I feel like I’m stuck in a time warp. How could this happen in 2006?
From the Shreveport Times, dated August 24, 2006:
COUSHATTA — Nine black children attending Red River Elementary School were directed last week to the back of the school bus by a white driver who designated the front seats for white children.