reversal of fortune

Today was going to be a doozy.  It was going to start with a not terribly useful departmental meeting that would involve foregoing bringing in food since after it was over, I would have to walk a long, cold, and slippery outside path back to my office.  This means lightening the load as much as possible, which means not bringing as much food in as I normally would to ensure my calorie count for the day isn’t in the double digits.  Also on deck for today was a root canal.  And I’m in a migraine cycle.  Had two last week, one at work with vertigo and then a few days later one at home with a big fat scintillating scotoma in, of all things, my right eye.  Normally it’s right visual field, left eye.  This time it was right visual field right eye.  Still got a preference for the visual fields it seems, but the change of eyes means it got on top of me before I realized it was coming on.  I seem to have a bit of neglect for that visual field.  I’ve noticed it in editing.

The endodontist, after reading through my chart and seeing the last dentist’s freak out in the notes about my allergy to palladium (finally, someone who took that seriously), had given me the substances that would be used in a routine root canal to patch test last week (on migraine day).  Four different things, four patches on my back that I slapped on with the help of Mr. Patient on Saturday when he got back from conferencing in Florida.  Less than 24 hours in, one of the patches started feeling like someone was putting out a cigarette on my back.  Sure enough, on Monday when we removed the patches, that area (with hte root canal sealant) was highly positive.  Fluid filled blister positive.  Still hurts, burns, and itches days later positive.  Thank effing god I did that patch test.  

So, between the positive patch test and the big ass snow storm that blew in last night, my day has gone from one full of misery and physical trial to one with nothing on deck except for chilling at home with Mr. Patient and cats, coffee and netflix, and all the food I can eat.  Pretty cool.

way up north

I have something like a flu right now.  I say something like and not just “the flu” because while it feels very much like the flu (sore throat, fever, aches, headache, a bit of nausea) it feels like the flu at about 20%.  Now keep in mind, I have a quite recent memory of a very bad flu that left me completely unable to get out of bed for a solid week.  When I say this is 20% as bad as that, know that 20% is still plenty awful.  It started Tuesday morning.  This is the week before classes start.  And this week, my supervisor and coworker had decided that we’d all go on a field trip way up north to the Great New England Wilderness to give a day long mini-conference.  I cannot miss this conference.  Had I been involved at all in the planning, I would have pointed out that flu season and three days before classes start is perhaps not an ideal time for such an endeavor.  I was not involved in the planning.

So I’ve known about it for a while.  I made my plans and tried to take some solace in the fact that next week, I’d have two work at home days.  These work at home days were so crucial, more so since next week Mr. Patient is going out of town Wednesday through Saturday for a conference.  I had planned on taking those days as my work at home days and then one as a vacation so I wouldn’t be stuck getting in and out of Ye Olde Historic Northeastern City on my own.  The energy, time, and expense that this costs me is significant, it’s enough to derail me for weeks.

And then my boss dropped a bomb.  She’s going on vacation next week so my work at home days are suspended.  “Yeah, I’m gonna need you to go ahead and come in every day that week…” I found out right before Christmas break.


To recap:  By going way up north today, I’m being asked to do an exceptionally physically difficult thing today on even less reserve than normal (i.e. flu-like illness that’s gone on for 4 days now with no sign of relenting), then to do an exceptionally physically difficult thing all week next week.  This is a recipe for hospitalization in my book.  I am left wondering if my boss really just does not get it or if she gets it but waives it when it’s inconvenient for her.


Well, Riley (kitten) is still on isolation.  The vet thinks he has the upper respiratory infection that’s going around the shelter, but that was before we got his stool results back.  Turns out my little boo has worms.  Two kinds in fact.  Roundworm, which is contagious to humans and other animals; and lungworm, which they tell me “you’d have to eat a slug” to get.  Mmmmm.  Since kitten is still running a temp (I don’t take his temp, can’t quite bring myself to do that to a cat – but his paw pads are warmer than is normal) so we’re keeping him separate for now still.  This means my time is divided into everything else and “kitten time” and kitten time = handwashing after and changing clothes.  I’ve put him on droplet precautions.  And lots of box scooping and cleaning.  And meds.

But he’s so cute!

orange and white tabby kitten with paws in a person's hand.

Love is a cuddly kitty.

Still eating, using the box, playing…so he’s not doing too badly.  Just for now, still on “lock down”.  He’s a cute little prisoner, isn’t he?  In the picture above, he’s holding my hand.  Regular readers will know it’s my hand by the erythromelalgia that is apparent in my cherry red fingers.