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Oct. 10th, 2020 01:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckCordelia forgot her i.d. when she went to take the SAT on the 26th of September. The test site was an hour away from here, so there wasn't any chance she could get home to retrieve it and get back before the test started.
We got her ACT results on the 28th. The notice that the scores were available came while Cordelia was in a Blues rehearsal, so Scott and I had to wait about 90 minutes for her to be available to log in and retrieve the scores. She got a 31, overall, which is more than sufficient for any of the schools she's applying to. It would be borderline for the University of Michigan. I'd still encourage her to apply if she was interested, but she's not.
Eastern offered Cordelia a scholarship even before getting her transcript, her ACT scores, and our FAFSA. The amount they offered would cover about two thirds of the tuition over four years. I'm hopeful that we'll get a better offer.
Western has said we should expect to hear back from them in 4-6 weeks about any sort of admissions offer. MSU hasn't said anything, but Cordelia also didn't send them her application until last Tuesday or Wednesday.
Scott and I took our ballots to city hall as soon as he got home on Monday. We'd had them ready since the preceding Thursday, but Monday was the first good opportunity for us to go into town. We saw other people walking toward city hall with their ballots in hand, too.
The drop box was just inside the front doors and padlocked shut and in place. To be honest, the box appeared to be paper covered cardboard, so the security precautions seemed inadequate as anything more than delays. I suppose that delay was really all that was needed.
Wednesday, I went to get an EMG at the hospital. The verdict is that whatever's going on with my wrists and arms isn't due to carpal tunnel or other similar nerve issues. Part of me was hoping that it was simply because then I'd know.
I hope I don't need an EMG again. Parts of the process were extremely painful, and the doctor snapped at me about how me tensing in response to the pain messed up the readings.
After the appointment, I went for a blood draw. That took less than ten minutes. My thyroid numbers are fine. My c-reactive protein levels, however, have climbed higher. A month ago, the c-reactive protein was 1.8 mg/dL (with 0.6 mg/dL considered the maximum for normal range). This week, it was 2.1 mg/dL, and my primary care doctor has referred me to neurology.
I'm scheduled for late January. My doctor sent her patient portal message to me around 7 p.m., and I got a notice about when the appointment would be around 9:30 p.m. I'm a bit concerned about that speed given that the scheduling is usually only done 8-5 M-F. I'm not actually clear on why this referral is to neurology (I asked my doctor, and she didn't really answer) because c-reactive protein indicates inflammation/infection. Most of what I'm seeing about it online indicates that it's more a cardiology sort of concern, long term, but that it's also incredibly non-specific and might simply be due to my GAD.
It's also, so far as I can tell, not a test I've had done any time in the last twelve years (the point at which the UMHS put all patient records into electronic form. Before that, who knows? Getting the results would require digging up paper records). I might have been at this level for quite a long time.
I finished the blood draw part of Wednesday at about 2:30 and decided to walk to a nearby park so that I could eat the food I'd brought and drink from my water bottle without worrying about taking off my mask in a closed space. I had hand sanitizer with me and used it before I ate (which made the dried pineapple taste nasty even with several minutes wait before eating).
After that, I decided to walk a bit farther. I stopped once or twice to rest. I should have stopped completely and much sooner because, when Scott called me, around 4:00. I wasn't in a location where I could easily sit and wait for him. I also wasn't up to walking the rest of the way home.
Part of the difficulty was a lack of sidewalk in a spot where I'd expected there to be some (also a lack of walkable grass beside the street) and part was much heavier traffic on the street than I'd expected to encounter. I think it was due to two different construction detours, one of which I'd known about but hadn't connected and other I hadn't.
I suggested that Scott meet me at the cemetery nearby because I knew there were benches. I had to walk another four blocks to get there, and then Scott couldn't locate it and circled the area for quite a long time. Part of that was that he trusted Life360 to lead him to me, and it has an error radius of about two blocks. Part of that was him not trying to locate the cemetery because he 'didn't know how many there were.'
I forgot that he doesn't know those neighborhoods at all because he doesn't walk them.
I'm still sore from that walk. The soreness surprised me because I'm used to being sore the day of and having it ease over night. Admittedly, it's been many months since I walked anything like that long.
On the plus side, while I was tired during the walk, I didn't have any trouble breathing, even with the mask on. I was concerned about that because I have been having breathing trouble at home, off and on, for months and because I had breathing trouble when Scott and I went to drop off our ballots. Given that that walk involved only four blocks, I had been concerned. (My suspicion is that I walk faster with him than I would on my own. He's a foot taller than I am, and that matters.)
We got her ACT results on the 28th. The notice that the scores were available came while Cordelia was in a Blues rehearsal, so Scott and I had to wait about 90 minutes for her to be available to log in and retrieve the scores. She got a 31, overall, which is more than sufficient for any of the schools she's applying to. It would be borderline for the University of Michigan. I'd still encourage her to apply if she was interested, but she's not.
Eastern offered Cordelia a scholarship even before getting her transcript, her ACT scores, and our FAFSA. The amount they offered would cover about two thirds of the tuition over four years. I'm hopeful that we'll get a better offer.
Western has said we should expect to hear back from them in 4-6 weeks about any sort of admissions offer. MSU hasn't said anything, but Cordelia also didn't send them her application until last Tuesday or Wednesday.
Scott and I took our ballots to city hall as soon as he got home on Monday. We'd had them ready since the preceding Thursday, but Monday was the first good opportunity for us to go into town. We saw other people walking toward city hall with their ballots in hand, too.
The drop box was just inside the front doors and padlocked shut and in place. To be honest, the box appeared to be paper covered cardboard, so the security precautions seemed inadequate as anything more than delays. I suppose that delay was really all that was needed.
Wednesday, I went to get an EMG at the hospital. The verdict is that whatever's going on with my wrists and arms isn't due to carpal tunnel or other similar nerve issues. Part of me was hoping that it was simply because then I'd know.
I hope I don't need an EMG again. Parts of the process were extremely painful, and the doctor snapped at me about how me tensing in response to the pain messed up the readings.
After the appointment, I went for a blood draw. That took less than ten minutes. My thyroid numbers are fine. My c-reactive protein levels, however, have climbed higher. A month ago, the c-reactive protein was 1.8 mg/dL (with 0.6 mg/dL considered the maximum for normal range). This week, it was 2.1 mg/dL, and my primary care doctor has referred me to neurology.
I'm scheduled for late January. My doctor sent her patient portal message to me around 7 p.m., and I got a notice about when the appointment would be around 9:30 p.m. I'm a bit concerned about that speed given that the scheduling is usually only done 8-5 M-F. I'm not actually clear on why this referral is to neurology (I asked my doctor, and she didn't really answer) because c-reactive protein indicates inflammation/infection. Most of what I'm seeing about it online indicates that it's more a cardiology sort of concern, long term, but that it's also incredibly non-specific and might simply be due to my GAD.
It's also, so far as I can tell, not a test I've had done any time in the last twelve years (the point at which the UMHS put all patient records into electronic form. Before that, who knows? Getting the results would require digging up paper records). I might have been at this level for quite a long time.
I finished the blood draw part of Wednesday at about 2:30 and decided to walk to a nearby park so that I could eat the food I'd brought and drink from my water bottle without worrying about taking off my mask in a closed space. I had hand sanitizer with me and used it before I ate (which made the dried pineapple taste nasty even with several minutes wait before eating).
After that, I decided to walk a bit farther. I stopped once or twice to rest. I should have stopped completely and much sooner because, when Scott called me, around 4:00. I wasn't in a location where I could easily sit and wait for him. I also wasn't up to walking the rest of the way home.
Part of the difficulty was a lack of sidewalk in a spot where I'd expected there to be some (also a lack of walkable grass beside the street) and part was much heavier traffic on the street than I'd expected to encounter. I think it was due to two different construction detours, one of which I'd known about but hadn't connected and other I hadn't.
I suggested that Scott meet me at the cemetery nearby because I knew there were benches. I had to walk another four blocks to get there, and then Scott couldn't locate it and circled the area for quite a long time. Part of that was that he trusted Life360 to lead him to me, and it has an error radius of about two blocks. Part of that was him not trying to locate the cemetery because he 'didn't know how many there were.'
I forgot that he doesn't know those neighborhoods at all because he doesn't walk them.
I'm still sore from that walk. The soreness surprised me because I'm used to being sore the day of and having it ease over night. Admittedly, it's been many months since I walked anything like that long.
On the plus side, while I was tired during the walk, I didn't have any trouble breathing, even with the mask on. I was concerned about that because I have been having breathing trouble at home, off and on, for months and because I had breathing trouble when Scott and I went to drop off our ballots. Given that that walk involved only four blocks, I had been concerned. (My suspicion is that I walk faster with him than I would on my own. He's a foot taller than I am, and that matters.)
