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Jan. 28th, 2003 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckToday's been one of those days already. I ended up getting up at about 6:20 because of reflux. What joy to think that's going to keep getting worse as the pregnancy continues. I'm already popping Tums, on top of the prescription antacid I use. There's not much else I can do but be careful when and what I eat.
Anyway, getting up helped. I had a piece of toast and a bit of juice. Then I baked some of those Pillsbury sugar cookies, the ones you just separate and stick in the oven. I felt a little strange doing that so early in the morning, but I've been wanting a cookie or two for the last several days. That's why I grabbed the package at the grocery store on Sunday. I'm actually kind of amazed I resisted baking them for two days.
After a while, I went back to bed to nap a little. Sadly, I was interrupted three times, once by my bladder (the juice was a mistake) and twice by phone calls. The first call was one of those where you pick up, say hello and get no response beyond a bit of clicking. Those make me mad because they're always the ones that come at awkward times. That one got me when I was actually sufficiently asleep to be starting to dream. (The dream was a bit weird because it was half me working through the next bit of my fic and half me trying to figure out where my clothes were because I was visiting somewhere and suddenly found myself naked in a room surrounded by uncurtained windows.)
The second call was more difficult. It came from a former friend of my father's, a man I know my father wants to lose track of entirely. It was especially difficult because the guy's someone who knew me as a toddler. He did photography then and did some really wonderful pictures of me and my sister. At any rate, he wanted my father's address and phone number. I told him I didn't have them because I wanted to check with my father, but the guy was very reluctant to believe me. I mentioned the returned Christmas present, and he then suggested a PI that he hires to find people, saying the charge was only $70. I declined, saying I could ask my grandmother, and then he was puzzled as to why I hadn't already. I suppose it might seem strange, but I probably wouldn't have done that even with the returned present because keeping track of my father doesn't matter that much to me.
Then this guy wanted to know how I was doing, not an unreasonable request except that he then proceeded to tell me that I ought be doing better because I was "a really tough five year old." It annoyed me. What I'm doing these days is none of his business, and he has no way of understanding my life at the moment.
Now I'll have to e-mail my father and ask him to talk to this man. I certainly don't want to deal with him again.
Later today or, I suppose tomorrow, I need to make a couple of phone calls. I need to talk to my doctor about alternatives to my antacid, just to see if there are any that wouldn't prohibit breast feeding. I'm not optimistic that there will be since axid's the only one we've found that helps, but I figure I should check. I also want to see if she has any ideas about questions I should ask when searching for a pediatrician. Basically, I think some of my health problems may require paying special attention to specific things by my kid, things like food allergies and environmental allergies mostly. I'm also going to have to find a pediatrician who won't get all disapproving that I don't intend to breast feed. I'm expecting some flack for the decision, but... I don't think we're going to find a way around it.
The other call is to my dentist. Some time in the last week, I lost the cap/filling on one of my front teeth. This is less of a big deal than it sounds like. Basically, a couple of years ago, I was grinding my teeth enough that all four of my front teeth, two upper, two lower, ended up with grooves in them. I didn't realize it until they started hurting from the pressure. The dentist filled in the gaps in the two upper teeth because I'd more or less worn away the back half to two-thirds of the top millimeter and she was concerned that the remnant might break. Having the filling gone doesn't hurt at all, so it's kind of easy for me to ignore. I figure that as long as I wear my bite splint at night the replacement isn't all that urgent. The original damage was done while I was sleeping, and that seems the most likely time for any further damage.
Anyway, getting up helped. I had a piece of toast and a bit of juice. Then I baked some of those Pillsbury sugar cookies, the ones you just separate and stick in the oven. I felt a little strange doing that so early in the morning, but I've been wanting a cookie or two for the last several days. That's why I grabbed the package at the grocery store on Sunday. I'm actually kind of amazed I resisted baking them for two days.
After a while, I went back to bed to nap a little. Sadly, I was interrupted three times, once by my bladder (the juice was a mistake) and twice by phone calls. The first call was one of those where you pick up, say hello and get no response beyond a bit of clicking. Those make me mad because they're always the ones that come at awkward times. That one got me when I was actually sufficiently asleep to be starting to dream. (The dream was a bit weird because it was half me working through the next bit of my fic and half me trying to figure out where my clothes were because I was visiting somewhere and suddenly found myself naked in a room surrounded by uncurtained windows.)
The second call was more difficult. It came from a former friend of my father's, a man I know my father wants to lose track of entirely. It was especially difficult because the guy's someone who knew me as a toddler. He did photography then and did some really wonderful pictures of me and my sister. At any rate, he wanted my father's address and phone number. I told him I didn't have them because I wanted to check with my father, but the guy was very reluctant to believe me. I mentioned the returned Christmas present, and he then suggested a PI that he hires to find people, saying the charge was only $70. I declined, saying I could ask my grandmother, and then he was puzzled as to why I hadn't already. I suppose it might seem strange, but I probably wouldn't have done that even with the returned present because keeping track of my father doesn't matter that much to me.
Then this guy wanted to know how I was doing, not an unreasonable request except that he then proceeded to tell me that I ought be doing better because I was "a really tough five year old." It annoyed me. What I'm doing these days is none of his business, and he has no way of understanding my life at the moment.
Now I'll have to e-mail my father and ask him to talk to this man. I certainly don't want to deal with him again.
Later today or, I suppose tomorrow, I need to make a couple of phone calls. I need to talk to my doctor about alternatives to my antacid, just to see if there are any that wouldn't prohibit breast feeding. I'm not optimistic that there will be since axid's the only one we've found that helps, but I figure I should check. I also want to see if she has any ideas about questions I should ask when searching for a pediatrician. Basically, I think some of my health problems may require paying special attention to specific things by my kid, things like food allergies and environmental allergies mostly. I'm also going to have to find a pediatrician who won't get all disapproving that I don't intend to breast feed. I'm expecting some flack for the decision, but... I don't think we're going to find a way around it.
The other call is to my dentist. Some time in the last week, I lost the cap/filling on one of my front teeth. This is less of a big deal than it sounds like. Basically, a couple of years ago, I was grinding my teeth enough that all four of my front teeth, two upper, two lower, ended up with grooves in them. I didn't realize it until they started hurting from the pressure. The dentist filled in the gaps in the two upper teeth because I'd more or less worn away the back half to two-thirds of the top millimeter and she was concerned that the remnant might break. Having the filling gone doesn't hurt at all, so it's kind of easy for me to ignore. I figure that as long as I wear my bite splint at night the replacement isn't all that urgent. The original damage was done while I was sleeping, and that seems the most likely time for any further damage.
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Date: 2003-01-28 12:18 pm (UTC)Best of luck...
Date: 2003-01-28 01:29 pm (UTC)