Lost In The Waves Of A Sickness
Aug. 23rd, 2002 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
venetianarchiveSo, it's going on eleven, and I *think* everyone from the trial office has gone home except me, but I'm not sure - I think our co-counsel still have some objections to file. I need to go back to the hotel and sleep - soon, since I have another State Bar meeting on Saturday morning, it's a 45 minute drive, and I have to be there early. But, I wanted to add a few words about my medical procedure, and other near death experiences.
Several of my friends and family have been quite good about all this, although I've had some issues with the parents about the relative merits and demerits of getting all these tests done - I'm about fifteen years younger than the average colonoscopy patient (everyone at the hospital commented). As it turns out, the procedure went okay - the phospho soda was awful, but overall everything proceeded smoothly. I was a little woozy form the sedation when I spoke with the doctor afterward (we'll have a proper meeting to discuss after the second procedure, this coming week - upper endoscopy) but I did get the impression that there was a minor cause for concern - my colon is not normal, although I did not get the sense that anything life threatening was indicated.
Considering I have apparently risked my life this past weekend driving back and forth between San Jose and San Francisco with a front tire that was about to blowout, I suppose I've been fairly lucky. You see, not having much car experience, I assumed that some vibration and pulling of the steering wheel was normal, but even I was beginning to get worried. When the hotel valet commented that my steering wheel was shaking badly (and this at 5 mph!), I thought I'd better get it looked at before I drove 60 miles or so back home. Rapidly, it was discovered that my passenger front tire was about to blow (in the words of the Goodyear man, "not may blow - will blow") and about an hour and a hundred dollars later, I had two new front tires. I'll need to get the back ones changed as well, not to mention getting everything realigned, but it might wait a week or so. This meant that I started my phospho soda a little late on Wednesday, but did not affect the procedure - and was probably a lot better than losing a tire on the freeway, likely losing control of the car, probably having a nasty accident, and possibly getting myself killed. I am still a bit spooked, and it's not like me.
Other than that, I had a quiet, almost lost day and a half - my book order came, so I slept off the sedative between devouring After The Quake, the new book of short stories from Murakami, and Coraline, the new YA novel from Gaiman. I resumed Possession, as well, but did not get to coursework or legal work (which was, in any case, contraindicated due to the sedative). Today, I've been catching up with the transcript for the last few days, and I've also put in an order for more reading on Japan, in preparation both for Dickens Faire and my possible applications.
Now that I've adjusted to the constant stress of this situation, I must admit a certain enjoyment and satisfaction that I am just about holding everything together - now, if I can just make it work . . .
Several of my friends and family have been quite good about all this, although I've had some issues with the parents about the relative merits and demerits of getting all these tests done - I'm about fifteen years younger than the average colonoscopy patient (everyone at the hospital commented). As it turns out, the procedure went okay - the phospho soda was awful, but overall everything proceeded smoothly. I was a little woozy form the sedation when I spoke with the doctor afterward (we'll have a proper meeting to discuss after the second procedure, this coming week - upper endoscopy) but I did get the impression that there was a minor cause for concern - my colon is not normal, although I did not get the sense that anything life threatening was indicated.
Considering I have apparently risked my life this past weekend driving back and forth between San Jose and San Francisco with a front tire that was about to blowout, I suppose I've been fairly lucky. You see, not having much car experience, I assumed that some vibration and pulling of the steering wheel was normal, but even I was beginning to get worried. When the hotel valet commented that my steering wheel was shaking badly (and this at 5 mph!), I thought I'd better get it looked at before I drove 60 miles or so back home. Rapidly, it was discovered that my passenger front tire was about to blow (in the words of the Goodyear man, "not may blow - will blow") and about an hour and a hundred dollars later, I had two new front tires. I'll need to get the back ones changed as well, not to mention getting everything realigned, but it might wait a week or so. This meant that I started my phospho soda a little late on Wednesday, but did not affect the procedure - and was probably a lot better than losing a tire on the freeway, likely losing control of the car, probably having a nasty accident, and possibly getting myself killed. I am still a bit spooked, and it's not like me.
Other than that, I had a quiet, almost lost day and a half - my book order came, so I slept off the sedative between devouring After The Quake, the new book of short stories from Murakami, and Coraline, the new YA novel from Gaiman. I resumed Possession, as well, but did not get to coursework or legal work (which was, in any case, contraindicated due to the sedative). Today, I've been catching up with the transcript for the last few days, and I've also put in an order for more reading on Japan, in preparation both for Dickens Faire and my possible applications.
Now that I've adjusted to the constant stress of this situation, I must admit a certain enjoyment and satisfaction that I am just about holding everything together - now, if I can just make it work . . .
