Posts Tagged ‘glue’

Easy Going

8 April 2011


Dear J-

The rain came overnight and threatens throughout the day today, though at the moment it’s now clearing and going by gut feel (it helps to have an enormous gut like me) I’d guess that it’ll hold off for at least a couple of hours. All that’s saying, long-windedly, is that I could have ridden on the bike this morning but my life with the bike has reached a fever pitch of discontent already and I’m looking for a change. Well, in addition to that, I wanted to finish up the novel I was reading last night, one in the Gregor the Overlander series. The reading I not terribly challenging but the action is good and the philosophical thought behind it fairly deep, neither browbeating some moral lesson nor mindlessly repeating an overly simplistic view of the world.

The world is like that some times. If you keep looking for a simple, one-sided solution to your problrms you’re probably introducing a much larger burden on other people without realizing it. And if the intentions are good, well, you know what they say about roads to hell. I have the fairly unique luxury of being able to afford pretty much what we might want within reason — there are no Benzes in our future — but fairly nice stuff and the way the days pass I’m able to get plenty of rest without much consequence, getting up in the middle of the night maybe once to tote figgy over to the potty. I realize the work theVet does in keeping the family glued together; I’m under no illusions that there is a magic coujnter that bulky trash miraculously disappears from, the cats do not clean their own box, the baby does not feed himself, and figgy does not walk to daycare on her own. My life is easy and we fall into habits of taking that for granted too easily I think.

From Monday through Friday there’s a curious evolution in the urgency of doing things at work followed by an attendant rise in stress which ebbs with the tide, if you will, of work to be done. You want me to do something for you, you call me on Monday and it’ll be done. You want me to ignore you fiercely and give you the evil eye when I get back to my desk, you go right ahead and drop that on me on a Friday. Such is the lament of the ever-procrastinating, so spend a little of that good energy earlier in the week and make the most out of your time. Why wait? If you need a sense of urgency to get it done then by all means think about how much easier you’ll make the end of the week.



Emergency Room

17 December 2010

Dear J-

We filled her up with sugar today from cookies to popsicles and ice cream and marshmallows, there wasn’t a spare moment that went by without a bit of sweet passing by.  What else do you do with a kid who bumped her head and came home early from day care — serious enough that they called us, and they never call anyone to pick them up early, telling us she would need stitches — but make the experience as fun as possible?  Tonight she’s glued our heads back together too, checked our blood pressure, and taken our pulse; there’s no one as observant as the three-year-old going on thirty, making sure that everything you do can be reproduced later.

I called our usual service provider (Scripps) and they told me their urgent care facilities prefer not to handle the little ones — after hanging up and swearing volubly we headed off to Rady Children’s Hospital instead; I thought the appropriate place was the Acute Care center, but they pointed me towards Emergency* instead (in retrospect Acute Care seemed to be filled with chronic disorders).  The doctors said there would be a scar no matter what we do.  Yet the scar can easily be covered over with hair for now and will fade in time given the natural resilience of her stubborn nature.

You could consider the day in terms of work done (zero — we’d just gotten settled back down for the morning) expenses paid ($100), stuff (they gave her a Barbie doll, new in package, at the conclusion of the visit — I remember when the gold plastic ring at the bottom of the dentist’s pirate chest was the best prize I could hope for from a medical visit) but that’s clearly missing the point.  We’re rapidly passing the milestone where all she’d want was comfort and hugs; now you invest her in the process and protocols, explain the whys and hows and it’s amazing still to think of the results:  a visit to the doctor’s is not something to be dreaded, even an unplanned jaunt like this.  figgy is fine tonight, and our mental health is intact as well.  Thank you to the medical staff, thank you to the day care, thank you to figgy for making it look so easy.


* At some point I think everyone has to go to the emergency room (it seemed like an absurdly small reason for an ER visit, but the good folks at Rady Children’s Hospital kept pointing me that way) and thank goodness we have adequate insurance — the ER copay/deductible is $100.  Without insurance I’d have been tempted to get a tube of superglue.