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Mar. 16th, 2016 12:26 pmI spent about two hours on the first genetic counseling form and some related emails last night. That left me exhausted enough that I considered skipping dinner and going to bed at 7:00. I also had a headache (which responded to Tylenol, thank goodness). I think I will have to take Ativan before I spend any concentrated time on this.
My mother responded to my email by saying that she will see what she can dig up for me but that she won’t be able to start for a few days. They’re in Baton Rouge, and their air conditioner has died. They don’t know yet if it can be repaired or if it will need replacing. They also just adopted two year old dogs from a local shelter and are having to try to keep them from destroying things.
I also emailed one my mothers sisters-in-law, the one she’s no longer talking to. I was pretty sure that she would have email addresses for the cousins I don’t know how to reach and would have the information I needed about her own kids and my uncle. I pointed out to her that her daughters who are both in their late twenties might want to talk to their doctors about whether or not they’re at increased risk for breast cancer given me and my sister and that my two female cousins in the forties definitely need to be warned. I’m not even sure if the cousins in their forties have been told that my sister and I were diagnosed. My mother wouldn’t have thought to, and my sister and I have both been distracted and don’t have contact information for them. My aunt hadn’t thought about that part of things, so I’m glad I finally thought about it.
There’s a thing I want to go to at the end of April, but it’s on a Thursday and in a different part of the state. I’m not sure there’s any way I can get there. It’s a PBB informational conference intended for folks who were exposed back in the 1970s. I want very much to go. I don’t know what I’d learn, but… I don’t think Scott’s parents will be back by then or I’d ask them. Scott’s sister might be able to; I don’t know her work schedule.
This is a pretty big thing to ask of someone. It’s a two hour drive from Ann Arbor, so we might have to go up the day before. The flyer linked in the email doesn’t actually give the information I need to have a firmer idea of what’s involved. The flyer says the conference is two days long and will include information about a few different contamination situations. The email specifically talks about PBB and only mentions one day, the second day of the conference apparently. My guess is that all the PBB stuff will be that day. I got the invitational email because I signed up with Emory’s mailing list on the subject (in hopes that they’ll get research funding and be able to use my information then). They’re specifically advertising this as aimed at people who were exposed to PBB, so my assumption is that the findings presented will be somewhat simplified out of consideration for the audience.
We had a thunderstorm in the middle of the night last night, and Cordelia came in to cuddle. That hasn’t happened in years. I think she must have been having a bad dream because the first thing she said was asking me if the storm was real or not. She also accidentally poked me in the eye because I moved to make room for her as she was reaching out to wrap her arms around me. She stayed less than ten minutes, but she asked if it would be okay if she came back. I told her, "Always," because it’s true.
Looking at the Supreme Court nominee, Merrick Garland— I guess it could be worse? I am never enthusiastic about former prosecutors as judges, and I’m even less enthusiastic about such a person on the Supreme Court given cases about privacy, specifically cyber-privacy and things like backdoors into iPhones, and police violence and…
Cordelia has decided that she should keep trying mysteries until she finds one she doesn’t hate. I’m not sure why she’s decided this or that the undertaking is worthwhile, but… I’m trying to come up with some suggestions for her. She loathed John Grisham’s Theodore Boone, and she very much disliked the Sisters Grimm. She likes angsty teen girl dystopias and Rick Riordan, so I’m actually wondering if she’d like a mystery more toward the urban fantasy end of things, assuming I can find one where she won’t be put off by sex. But I don’t read urban fantasy because I don’t enjoy it, so I have no idea where to start, and I’m pretty sure that she wouldn’t like the mysteries I read and enjoy.
Any suggestions for mysteries for Cordelia? Urban fantasy or otherwise. She’s twelve, so I’d prefer not to suggest anything really gory/scary to her because she still responds very badly to that. She can handle Agents of SHIELD levels of scary and violence but not more.
Okay, time to get dressed and haul myself to the basement. I have to go through a huge bag of junk before 1 p.m. tomorrow to see what can be thrown out and what should be donated. I will probably take my laptop down with me and listen to an audiobook (Smek for President) while I work.
My mother responded to my email by saying that she will see what she can dig up for me but that she won’t be able to start for a few days. They’re in Baton Rouge, and their air conditioner has died. They don’t know yet if it can be repaired or if it will need replacing. They also just adopted two year old dogs from a local shelter and are having to try to keep them from destroying things.
I also emailed one my mothers sisters-in-law, the one she’s no longer talking to. I was pretty sure that she would have email addresses for the cousins I don’t know how to reach and would have the information I needed about her own kids and my uncle. I pointed out to her that her daughters who are both in their late twenties might want to talk to their doctors about whether or not they’re at increased risk for breast cancer given me and my sister and that my two female cousins in the forties definitely need to be warned. I’m not even sure if the cousins in their forties have been told that my sister and I were diagnosed. My mother wouldn’t have thought to, and my sister and I have both been distracted and don’t have contact information for them. My aunt hadn’t thought about that part of things, so I’m glad I finally thought about it.
There’s a thing I want to go to at the end of April, but it’s on a Thursday and in a different part of the state. I’m not sure there’s any way I can get there. It’s a PBB informational conference intended for folks who were exposed back in the 1970s. I want very much to go. I don’t know what I’d learn, but… I don’t think Scott’s parents will be back by then or I’d ask them. Scott’s sister might be able to; I don’t know her work schedule.
This is a pretty big thing to ask of someone. It’s a two hour drive from Ann Arbor, so we might have to go up the day before. The flyer linked in the email doesn’t actually give the information I need to have a firmer idea of what’s involved. The flyer says the conference is two days long and will include information about a few different contamination situations. The email specifically talks about PBB and only mentions one day, the second day of the conference apparently. My guess is that all the PBB stuff will be that day. I got the invitational email because I signed up with Emory’s mailing list on the subject (in hopes that they’ll get research funding and be able to use my information then). They’re specifically advertising this as aimed at people who were exposed to PBB, so my assumption is that the findings presented will be somewhat simplified out of consideration for the audience.
We had a thunderstorm in the middle of the night last night, and Cordelia came in to cuddle. That hasn’t happened in years. I think she must have been having a bad dream because the first thing she said was asking me if the storm was real or not. She also accidentally poked me in the eye because I moved to make room for her as she was reaching out to wrap her arms around me. She stayed less than ten minutes, but she asked if it would be okay if she came back. I told her, "Always," because it’s true.
Looking at the Supreme Court nominee, Merrick Garland— I guess it could be worse? I am never enthusiastic about former prosecutors as judges, and I’m even less enthusiastic about such a person on the Supreme Court given cases about privacy, specifically cyber-privacy and things like backdoors into iPhones, and police violence and…
Cordelia has decided that she should keep trying mysteries until she finds one she doesn’t hate. I’m not sure why she’s decided this or that the undertaking is worthwhile, but… I’m trying to come up with some suggestions for her. She loathed John Grisham’s Theodore Boone, and she very much disliked the Sisters Grimm. She likes angsty teen girl dystopias and Rick Riordan, so I’m actually wondering if she’d like a mystery more toward the urban fantasy end of things, assuming I can find one where she won’t be put off by sex. But I don’t read urban fantasy because I don’t enjoy it, so I have no idea where to start, and I’m pretty sure that she wouldn’t like the mysteries I read and enjoy.
Any suggestions for mysteries for Cordelia? Urban fantasy or otherwise. She’s twelve, so I’d prefer not to suggest anything really gory/scary to her because she still responds very badly to that. She can handle Agents of SHIELD levels of scary and violence but not more.
Okay, time to get dressed and haul myself to the basement. I have to go through a huge bag of junk before 1 p.m. tomorrow to see what can be thrown out and what should be donated. I will probably take my laptop down with me and listen to an audiobook (Smek for President) while I work.