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Dec. 1st, 2008 09:55 amI got a flu shot Friday evening. I noticed no side effects from it, not even an ache at the injection site. Next year, I'll do it sooner. I think I'll also talk to my primary care doctor about a pneumonia shot.
As an aside, my in-laws keep giving us alternative medicine flyers and magazines. The most recent one devotes its first page to recommending that no one get flu shots because flu shots don't prevent pneumonia. I growled at the bit I read (I only read it because I was bored). Preventing pneumonia isn't the point of flu shots. Preventing the flu which can lead to pneumonia among many other undesirable side effects is that point. ::growls:: I wouldn't expect a flu shot to prevent people who catch the flu from getting pneumonia (or to prevent people who don't get the flu from getting pneumonia). The tone of the whole article was hugely inflammatory and generally made me want to smack the author with a large and long dead fish.
Saturday, Scott dropped me and Cordelia off at Jungle Java. The idea was to let Cordelia run off some of her energy and to give Scott peace to work on reconciling our financial records (something he hadn't done in months). I hoped to be able to write but found the noise and sheer number of people too much. I couldn't tune them out well enough to write and still be able to pay enough attention to track Cordelia. Not that I could track her particularly well anyway. The play structure's large, and it's not possible to see all of it from any one spot.
Cordelia's been rather wild the last few days, definitely pushing boundaries. Scott's very concerned about it. I'm rather less so but not unconcerned. My main suspicion is that she found the change in routine stressful. There are a couple of other options-- She might be mildly sick. I keep worrying about UTIs with her because she simply won't drink enough. She was also semi-sniffly last week but isn't any more. She might be hitting a growth spurt (again). She might have done something wrong that she knows we're going to find out about but doesn't want us to.
The new configuration of the couch is considerably more comfortable for me (and a lot less so for Scott). We've moved the back cushion up so that it rest on the seat cushion instead of on the frame of the couch and have pushed the seat cushion back as far as it will go. That means that there's solid frame under the seat cushion all the way forward so that it doesn't tend to slant from lack of support. I've also stuck a flat pillow under the cushion right where I sit, and that's addressing the compression slant problem to some degree.
Scott's dislike for the new configuration is twofold. First, it shortens the seat enough to be uncomfortable for him (he's a foot taller than I am). Second, it looks odd.
I think the biggest problem will be that the new configuration isn't stable. The seat cushion wants to move forward, and there's not enough friction to keep it from doing so. I'll have to keep moving the cushions back. The back cushion isn't entirely stable without being wedged in place by the seat cushion. I suppose we'll see.
I finished November having written a little more than 15,000 words on various fics. The count is confused by my work on "Rituals and Observances" because, while that was writing work, it was often fiddly tweaking that was hard to count. I gave up trying to track new words there. Some of what I wrote was unusable noodling for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide fic as I tried to find a particular character's voice. That will never see the light of day after the fic is done because it didn't go anywhere. I think it gave me a better feel for how that character thinks, though.
My original goal for November was 30,000 words on any fiction project. I'm not sure if that would have been possible if I'd finished "Rituals and Observances" on time or not. Parts of the month were awful enough that I did no writing at all, and parts of the month were quite productive. I expect to try a word count goal some other month to see if it works for me.
It's kind of nice to have Cordelia out of the house again, even if it meant getting up at 7:00 and bullying her into eating. I actually had to tell her that I wouldn't take her to school if she didn't eat at least a piece of bread (the refusal to eat doesn't seem to be an illness thing. It's been a power struggle for years. She likes to wait until we're busy and then announce that she's starving, even if it's only been ten minutes since she insisted she wasn't hungry and never would be).
Okay, time to accomplish a few things.
ETA: It would appear that I was wrong about the couch configuration. We did it wrong the first time we tried to improve it. If the seat cushion's pushed all the way under the back cushion, everything gets worse. I think we didn't get the seat cushion all the way back before. ::bangs head:: There's no good way to do this. Scott's going to kill me, but I want the unopened pieces to go back.
As an aside, my in-laws keep giving us alternative medicine flyers and magazines. The most recent one devotes its first page to recommending that no one get flu shots because flu shots don't prevent pneumonia. I growled at the bit I read (I only read it because I was bored). Preventing pneumonia isn't the point of flu shots. Preventing the flu which can lead to pneumonia among many other undesirable side effects is that point. ::growls:: I wouldn't expect a flu shot to prevent people who catch the flu from getting pneumonia (or to prevent people who don't get the flu from getting pneumonia). The tone of the whole article was hugely inflammatory and generally made me want to smack the author with a large and long dead fish.
Saturday, Scott dropped me and Cordelia off at Jungle Java. The idea was to let Cordelia run off some of her energy and to give Scott peace to work on reconciling our financial records (something he hadn't done in months). I hoped to be able to write but found the noise and sheer number of people too much. I couldn't tune them out well enough to write and still be able to pay enough attention to track Cordelia. Not that I could track her particularly well anyway. The play structure's large, and it's not possible to see all of it from any one spot.
Cordelia's been rather wild the last few days, definitely pushing boundaries. Scott's very concerned about it. I'm rather less so but not unconcerned. My main suspicion is that she found the change in routine stressful. There are a couple of other options-- She might be mildly sick. I keep worrying about UTIs with her because she simply won't drink enough. She was also semi-sniffly last week but isn't any more. She might be hitting a growth spurt (again). She might have done something wrong that she knows we're going to find out about but doesn't want us to.
The new configuration of the couch is considerably more comfortable for me (and a lot less so for Scott). We've moved the back cushion up so that it rest on the seat cushion instead of on the frame of the couch and have pushed the seat cushion back as far as it will go. That means that there's solid frame under the seat cushion all the way forward so that it doesn't tend to slant from lack of support. I've also stuck a flat pillow under the cushion right where I sit, and that's addressing the compression slant problem to some degree.
Scott's dislike for the new configuration is twofold. First, it shortens the seat enough to be uncomfortable for him (he's a foot taller than I am). Second, it looks odd.
I think the biggest problem will be that the new configuration isn't stable. The seat cushion wants to move forward, and there's not enough friction to keep it from doing so. I'll have to keep moving the cushions back. The back cushion isn't entirely stable without being wedged in place by the seat cushion. I suppose we'll see.
I finished November having written a little more than 15,000 words on various fics. The count is confused by my work on "Rituals and Observances" because, while that was writing work, it was often fiddly tweaking that was hard to count. I gave up trying to track new words there. Some of what I wrote was unusable noodling for my
yuletide fic as I tried to find a particular character's voice. That will never see the light of day after the fic is done because it didn't go anywhere. I think it gave me a better feel for how that character thinks, though.My original goal for November was 30,000 words on any fiction project. I'm not sure if that would have been possible if I'd finished "Rituals and Observances" on time or not. Parts of the month were awful enough that I did no writing at all, and parts of the month were quite productive. I expect to try a word count goal some other month to see if it works for me.
It's kind of nice to have Cordelia out of the house again, even if it meant getting up at 7:00 and bullying her into eating. I actually had to tell her that I wouldn't take her to school if she didn't eat at least a piece of bread (the refusal to eat doesn't seem to be an illness thing. It's been a power struggle for years. She likes to wait until we're busy and then announce that she's starving, even if it's only been ten minutes since she insisted she wasn't hungry and never would be).
Okay, time to accomplish a few things.
ETA: It would appear that I was wrong about the couch configuration. We did it wrong the first time we tried to improve it. If the seat cushion's pushed all the way under the back cushion, everything gets worse. I think we didn't get the seat cushion all the way back before. ::bangs head:: There's no good way to do this. Scott's going to kill me, but I want the unopened pieces to go back.
