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lady_curmudgeon ([personal profile] lady_curmudgeon) wrote2015-10-06 10:47 am

State of the Lars: Yet *another* health issue!

We took Lars into Dr. B on Saturday the 26th for a check of his serum calcium and his ionized calcium to see how the Fosamax is working out for him. We also mentioned how much water he's been drinking of late and how much he's been urinating. We figured it might be a kidneys issue going on, so we figured an abaxis blood draw to check his kidney values was in order. Dr. B thought differently--he wanted a full blood panel to check for everything.

Good thing, that...

Lars' serum glucose came back at 240; high normal is 170 evidently. A second blood test was ordered (forgive me, but I don't remember the name of it--I'll get the name of it from the paperwork I'll get from VCA Aurora eventually) to help confirm and it came back high normal. Dr. B had us bring Lars back last Friday for the day for a urine capture to see if his urine was positive for glucose. It was.

Lars, it seems, has diabetes, in addition to his other myriad chronic health problems.

Dr. B seems to think it's the Prednisone that's brought it out into the open, that reducing the dose and eventually eliminating it will bring the glucose numbers back under control. That being said, he's deferring to Dr. M at VCA Aurora internal medicine for counsel since Lars is already under primary care for his other conditions there. We're currently waiting to hear back from them.

Sigh. My poor, sweet, broken boy...
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2015-10-06 01:47 pm

Totally not forgotten and overlooked, not neglected

Yes, my dearios, Clio has taken out her trusty codfish in order to have at the presumption that Mary Wollstonecraft (Mary Wollstonecraft!!!) is somehow a neglected and forgotten figure:
Now it’s our turn to recognise her contribution to women’s rights.

No, just because you've written a book about her (and can I believe that this supersedes Barbara Taylor's work??) doesn't make her a neglected figure that you have bravely rescued from obscurity.

Yes, her reputation took a massive dip during the C19th but even before the massive rediscoveries of the 'Second Wave' she was known about and figured in early C20th feminist writings.

(As someone who wrote a bio of a feminist who is obscure and overlooked, and for whom this is the only full-length biography, I am particularly irked.)

Grrrr: riot among the peeves and niggles.

And a huge rah-rah to this blog on the cliches of natural history museums:

Mary Bloody Anning Still getting billed as a ‘forgotten’ female palaeontologist. Yes it’s absolutely fantastic to start writing the unwritten/overlooked/expunged history of female scientists but how about we focus on someone not everybody has heard of? Trowel Blazers has a really handy list for starters. See also- Ada Bloody Lovelace.

SO. MUCH. THAT. Give the man a Golden Codfish.

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Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2015-10-06 06:03 am


As The Onion pointed out, one sign of racial progress is that black people can now be called elitists. Especially the president.

Thanx to Charles P. Pierce.
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Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2015-10-06 05:47 am

Hi, Tor!

Tor's new logo does not show a puppy being kicked. Also, a history

Thanx to (you guessed it!)
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Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2015-10-06 05:15 am

Citizen score

China will evaluate everyone's political and economic correctness. Mark Zuckerberg drools in envy.

Thanx to [ profile] james_nicoll
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maevele ([personal profile] maevele) wrote2015-10-06 04:01 am

And a co-op update

Had a bigass house meeting and started working on house business. Have elected a bunch of the house jobs, (I have like 3 now, including alternate board rep and grievance elf), and got everyone up to speed on the status of the repairs. The contractors now say they will be done by the end of october. We are all trying very hard to believe them, and trying to figure out how we can make sure that shit happens.

But it's close, finally. It has to be. People are real sick of waiting. Suggestions have ranged from just moving the fuck in whether they are done or not, camping in the backyard, camping in the backyard of the contractor's homes, and just showing up and starting to do the work. Obviously,for practical sense reasons, we have chosen the "look into our legal options, call the project manager for updates a lot, and offer to volunteer" suggestion instead.

I can't wait to go home. It may actually be for the best that we're getting back this late in the season, because there is going to be a LOT to do after move in, and it would have been slower to get things done if we moved in while the weather was nice enough that we all just want to hang out in the yard/lake/porch. (oh my porch, I miss you so much)
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2015-10-06 09:48 am

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Happy birthday, [personal profile] supergee!
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the_comfortable_courtesan ([personal profile] the_comfortable_courtesan) wrote2015-10-06 09:37 am

Favourable prospects for the play

After much to-do, a wet-nurse for little Lord S- has been appointed, one Betty Higgins, a fine healthy creature on whose milk he thrives. Lady J- had some prejudice against her since there are signs of African ancestry, which is sure somewhat remarkable in one that is known for her activities concerning the abolition of slavery. Minnie is said quite upset to be leaving the little darling.

My dearest, in confederacy with Williams, who is now quite definitely preferr’d to a place as her lady’s maid, has managed several visits to me and even once or twice brought my darling sweet amiable Flora, that I doat upon so extremely. But now she must return to the North and our dear Grand Turk, on whose behalf I give her several particular kisses. She say that does the play go forward, they will both make a most exceeding effort to come to Town to see it.

Sure Mr J- is most enthusiatick to proceed in the matter, proposes himself in the part of the court fop, which offers a pleasing contrast within a single role of effete fribble and defender of the oppresst. Miss A- is wild to perform the gypsy, while Mr W-, the comick actor, thinks that much may be made of the creeping priest.

Sandy comes with what he tells me is tincture of digitalis, consider’d most exceeding effective for heart troubles, tho’ must be administer’d with great care and caution for can prove most fatal if taken in excess. He has writ down the mode of procedure. Do I desire further supplies it can be obtain’d of any reliable apothecary.

This is very good of you, I say. He says that he should hate to hear the intelligence that one of Madame C-'s patrons had expired during what he supposes (for those that care for that sort of thing) is the height of ecstasy. O, I say, did such a thing occur I am sure I could prevail upon Hector to remove the body to some other place. (I do this to see what kind of expression he will make. 'Tis most amusing: sure I am learning from my dearest to be a wicked teaze. Tho’ I am sure did this ever perchance, Hector would indeed do the like.)

He adds that should I care for a drive G- says his curricle and fam’d matcht blacks are ever at my disposal, all remark that Madame C- is looking somewhat peakt in this oppressive weather, and, he doubts not, these visits you make to a house of mourning must lower your spirits.

Oh, says I, are those by now a general on-dit?

Most certainly not. But I receiv’d a most charming note from Mrs F- apologizing for any distress her teazing might have caus’d me, and declaring that she can be entirely discreet, and also saying could G- and I find any way of distracting you from those sad hours you spend in consoling the grieving Duke, 'twould be an act of friendship.

That was very good of her, I remark.

'Tis clear that she is indeed most uncommon fond of you – and, he adds, seeing me look most amuz’d – not merely for any Sapphick matters that lie between you. Indeed, I say, we had been very good friends this long time before ever that came into contention. That is mayhap even stranger, he comments.

After he has gone, I go to Docket and also summon Tibby, so that I may instruct them about the tincture of digitalis, and the requirement of caution. Docket, who seems much better, sniffs and says that they are well appriz’d of matters where more becomes entirely too much, as it might be in the case of rouge, when only the slightest touch is need’d.

I could almost weep at hearing Docket being herself once more, but give orders that she is not to over-exert herself, and that she should leave any heavy business to Tibby. I also say that they may ask Euphemia to let them have some of the best company tea. I add the news that Williams is to go to the F-s, and Docket at once says she must write to Williams with some advice.

Sure I hope that this tincture will work the miracle that is boast’d of.

The next day, which is fortunately very fine, Lord G- R- arrives in his curricle to take me for a drive. O, I say, might we go somewhere that I might look at the sea? somehow I have a great fancy to look at the sea. The dear Admiral says there is no medicine like it, and while I am doubtfull that sailing upon it would be very medicinal, for I fear mal de mer, Mr H- will always have it that sea-air is peculiarly sanitive.

His Lordship says that he could indeed fancy a run out to Whitstable, and when we get there, we might have some of their fam’d oysters, which are also suppos'd sanitive.

As we drive out into Kent, he tells me that he has been getting some advice from Mr J- on publick speaking, now that he has seen how very well this answered for Sir B- W-, who is becoming known as quite the orator. Mr J- has given him some very sound instruction, including not to force himself when he feels he may stammer, but stop as if to make a telling pause. He also says that one should find one’s own style, rather than suppose there is one single way of the matter, and of course that entirely accords with his own notions of fashion. It is quite like that this will make him a more effective speaker in parliamentary debates.

I am indeed glad to hear that – sure I have known Mr J- as quite the kindest of instructors myself.

But I think, goes on His Lordship, that he has some suspicion that I am the anonymous author of this play of yours.

Why, say I, 'tis a not unreasonable deduction. Your known fondness for the theatre; the intermediary your secretary – why should you not undertake such a thing, but desire to maintain incognito?

He sighs. I should rather see credit where it is due.

Ha, says I, were it given out that Madame C- had writ a play, none would believe it and it would be put about that some fellow had undertaken it for me, if it were found any good; and if it were not, I daresay Dr Johnson’s remark about the dog on its hind legs would be invokt.

He laughs at that and we drive on in silence but for the sound of the hooves of the fam’d matcht blacks for a while.

Eventually he asks whether I have any notion about this sudden whim of Sandy’s to take a trip to Edinburgh – no doubt he still has friends there, but he has never heard him speak particularly well of it or desire to return before. It is most ill-tim’d, for his friend the Marquess of B- that has been living at Naples this long while is proposing a visit.

Sure, he goes on, I was in hopes that Sandy would be at home so that he would have someone to talk antiquities and the classicks to, for I have quite forgot any of the classickal learning that was flogg’d into me at Eton. The Marquess is a fellow of very great learning indeed, quite the virtuoso.

Oh, says I, very thoughtfull, perchance Sandy considers that if you are such old friends you would not want a third to your conversations.

He sighs. I daresay the fact of being a Marquess is against my dear old friend in Sandy’s eyes, even if he is also one of the brotherhood, which is the reason for his long exile.

Perhaps you should convey some of these thoughts to him?

Indeed, perhaps I should –

You should not, says I, be affright’d by that dour Calvinistickal face he puts on.

This makes His Lordship laugh. You hit that off most exact, he says. For that is very much his disapproving expression. And it does indeed daunt me. But, as ever, dearest Madame C-, you are right, and we should be more rational and talk over these matters.

Sure, I say, ‘tis the high road to maximising felicity.

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copperbadge ([personal profile] copperbadge) wrote2015-10-05 07:06 pm

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This weekend I semi-successfully made chocolate chip cookies. I say semi-successfully because they came out WAY better than my cookies usually do, but still came out a bit odd. The recipe also made WAY more cookies than I had the energy/appetite for, so this morning I brought a big plate of them in to work and set them in the kitchen with a sign begging people to eat them and enjoy them.

Apparently one of our very senior vice presidents was in the office early for a meeting, and about ten minutes after I set them out, he wandered past eating one and informed me that there were GREAT cookies in the kitchen.

God I hope I didn't give him food poisoning.

I'm off to Austin tomorrow to help Mum through a minor surgery. I think for the first time ever I'm actually eager to be going to Austin, but mum has really good painkillers, and I have a really stiff neck....
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Mad Scientess ([personal profile] nanila) wrote2015-10-05 09:11 pm

Mushrooming in Devil's Spittleful

On Sunday morning, we headed for the excitingly named Devil's Spittleful nature reserve to meet members of the Worcestershire Fungal Society (and their baskets) and go out mushrooming.

Our curiosity was undampened by the cold, misty weather. We were rewarded when the sun burst through and began warming us just as we entered the chestnut wood. The group scattered under the trees, poking under the leaf litter to locate choice specimens.

Heading into the chestnut wood
Humuhumu on her daddy's shoulders, removing her gloves in preparation for foraging.

It quickly became evident that the walk organiser, Diana, was the Fungal Oracle. Everyone brought her their mushrooms for identification, and for each one she would give the Latin and common names, and describe how its appearance changed from sprouting through to rotting. I didn't get to listen to too many descriptions, sadly, as Keiki was not in a good mood (cutting another tooth) and I had to keep moving to keep him from wailing.

Our oracle, Diana, with a specimen
Diana with a mushroom. I can't remember which one.

We departed the wood after half an hour or so of foraging. Most baskets stayed empty, as there weren't too many edible specimens about. Diana's was the only basket with a substantial quantity, but that was because she was collecting inedible items for her records as well. As we walked toward the open field, it was explained to us that the purpose of the baskets was multifold: to maximise air circulation around the delicate mushroom flesh, to facilitate trading of edible specimens, and to allow the spores to drop through to the ground and thus assist the germination of the next generation of mushrooms.

Glistening ink caps
Glistening ink caps.

Hats and coats were thrown off as we left the shelter of the chestnuts for the open air and warm autumn sunshine. The more experienced mushroomers dove into the long grass, looking for the large white caps of tasty field parasols.

Immature field parasol
Immature field parasol. We only found two, but they were still pretty substantial.

It was nearing midday, and Keiki let us know that he would like to stop and sit down for a snack.

Enjoying a PB & J
He very much enjoyed his PB & J and a crawl around the grass, as did Humuhumu.

Basket full of mushrooms
Our oracle's basket was filling rapidly with all manner of beauties, including the very distinctive fire-engine red of fly agaric.

"Something bit my arm"
Humuhumu and Daddy walking the path. "Something bit my arm!" she said resentfully.

Although the fungus collectors' interest showed no signs of waning, we called time on the outing after about two hours. One final treat lay in store for us: we spotted the steam train that runs from Kidderminster to Bridgnorth pootling along the tracks running past the field. We waved our arms madly at the carriages and lots of the passengers responded enthusiastically, to Humuhumu's delight.

Kidderminster-Bridgnorth steam train