Multi- Chapter Stories
Most links to my multi-chapter stories will be to their Dreamwidth posts; links to stories prior to 2012 may go both to LJ and DW. Each multi-chapter Whoniverse story is also available at my Teaspoon and AO3 accounts.
Doctor Who
Walk Out With Me to the Unknown Region
Hearts and Moons Recall the Truth
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Most links to my multi-chapter stories will be to their Dreamwidth posts; links to stories prior to 2012 may go both to LJ and DW. Each multi-chapter Whoniverse story is also available at my Teaspoon and AO3 accounts.
Doctor Who
Walk Out With Me to the Unknown Region
Hearts and Moons Recall the Truth
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How to Use Google Drive as a 3rd Party Image Hosting Platform
So back when the horrid surprise of Photobucket’s greedapalooza was still fresh, a lot of people were looking for third party hosting alternatives. Someone out there had a really helpful list of potentials, but for various reasons, none of them suited me. I wondered whether I could make use of Google Photos as a third party platform.
As it happened, I couldn’t. Google had very recently ended its image hosting capabilities — unfortunate timing, that — but I did some poking about and found that there’s a work-around that lets you still use Google Drive as a third party platform. At least one person (hi,![[personal profile]](https://imgprx.livejournal.net/0a86e148d3f90a285df610c8ba4bdc9996e539c3/xdQOvu7ImMAzraDEypCfCfosJ4KFNLYrP2d45in8YcOeBrV8BVkLaP_C1R1lBSYuRzo0P0Zmch4F6iWL83iqZjGswPGb5iiaS0icSvQsBr4)
azriona !) was interested, so this is my attempt to tell people how to use this process.
I’m including a link to the YouTube video that taught me how to do this, which you might prefer to following my step-by-step. Here 'tis: https://youtu.be/zhwYRPImH9E.
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So you have your Google account and you’re ready to start.
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So there you have my extremely wordy how-to. I hope it might be of help to someone.
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So back when the horrid surprise of Photobucket’s greedapalooza was still fresh, a lot of people were looking for third party hosting alternatives. Someone out there had a really helpful list of potentials, but for various reasons, none of them suited me. I wondered whether I could make use of Google Photos as a third party platform.
As it happened, I couldn’t. Google had very recently ended its image hosting capabilities — unfortunate timing, that — but I did some poking about and found that there’s a work-around that lets you still use Google Drive as a third party platform. At least one person (hi,
I’m including a link to the YouTube video that taught me how to do this, which you might prefer to following my step-by-step. Here 'tis: https://youtu.be/zhwYRPImH9E.
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So you have your Google account and you’re ready to start.
- Choose an image to upload, possibly from your own newly-created “Fuck Photobucket” file on your hard drive. Upload it to Google Drive. If you’re using Chrome, you’ll do it thusly (and if you’re using Firefox, Safari, or whatever, it will probably be fairly similar.) Click on Google Drive. Once you’re in drive, click on New, which is near the top left. You should get a drop down menu that includes “File Upload.” Hit it, and pretty soon your picture will appear in your drive. I put all my uploaded pics in one Drive folder for ease of access, along with my Permalinks record, so everything’s in the same place.
- Now you want to adjust the picture’s “share” settings, so that it’s “Public on the Web.” How to do that? Your trusty right click button. Don’t open the picture; just right click on the thumbnail/description in the Drive list. When you do, you’ll see a bunch of options.
- Open the “Share” option. A window should open up. Pay attention only to “Advanced.” Click “Advanced.”
- You’ll get a different window. Look for “Who Has Access.” It will probably be set at “Private — Only You Can Access.” You’ll want to change that, so hit “Change.”
- You’ll get three options. The one you want is “On — Public on the Web.” Make sure that button is the one you hit, then hit “Save.”
- You’ll then have a “Link to Share.” Copy that sucker, and head on over to gdurl.com.
- The very first thing you’ll see once you go to that site is a spot that says “Paste a Public Google Drive URL etc.” Put your URL there, and hit “Create Permalink.” Go down a little farther on the page, and there, under “Standard URL” you will have your shiny new permalink. Copy that permalink, along with a description of what the pic/image is, to whatever document you’ll be using to keep the information.
- Voila! You now have the code you need to embed your photo wherever you want to embed it! (If we’re talking LJ or Dreamwidth, you’ll have be able to insert it via the "insert/edit image" or "insert photo" icons. I do it in the rich text format.) And, because you’ve saved the permalink and a description in a file somewhere, you can use the same code again and again!
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So there you have my extremely wordy how-to. I hope it might be of help to someone.
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Wow. Such Inactivity. Much Inarticulate. Wow.
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I've been completely AWOL over the past couple of weeks, at least in terms of posting. Getting back to work, dealing with My Boss, The Douche, has taken too much brain power for me to be able to say anything intelligent.
I've been at creative loose ends since completing "Hearts and Moons." I'm working on the last of my fandom_stocking IOUs, but I find myself thinking, "Oh, I've got to work on -" and then come to a complete stop. Oh. It's done. It's finished. What do i do now? I'm beginning to think that I need to have a novel-length piece to work on constantly, or I'm not happy with my writing. That's a little weird. More than a little, especially since I don't have much of an idea about what I could make into a full length story. I feel like I want to do something with Twelve, but I don't know what. Or possibly Clara and Me. Again, I don't know what I could do.
In far more superficial and silly news. I've decided that I like having artificial nails. I got french tip acrylics (Wow! She knows the lingo!) for the wedding, and I loved them, although it's been difficult to type with the length I chose. So Friday, I went to a local nail salon that had been recommended to me; I had the nails "filled" - having the hard acrylic gel ground down and reapplied to cover the section of nail that was freshly grown out - and I had the tips ground down. They aren't quite as elegant now, but it's much more easy to type. And they still look great. The only downside is that the nail technician actually uses a Dremel tool to grind down sections of the extremely hard acrylic finish. And no matter how careful the technician is. the tool also occasionally grinds portions of the actual finger. Yes, it's painful.
I've spent most of my life biting my nails to the quick. On those occasions where I've let them grow, they've been thin and so sharp that I've actually cut myself with my own nails. And they've split and been pretty ugly. So getting fake nails that look lovely and are hard as, well, nails, without being uncomfortably sharp? It's wonderful.
(I did think, while the nails were really long. of how much of a class thing having long nails is. It's basically saying to the world, "I don't need to work with my hands, so I can have really unworkabley long nails."
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Title: Kate and the Jo Grant Spinach Strategy
Author:kaffyr
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, Fiona Lethbridge-Stewart, Kate Lethbridge Stewart, Jo Grant, the Third Doctor
Words: 1,998
Summary: Sometimes it's important to turn something very exciting into very boring spinach. Jo Grant's first meeting with Kate Lethbridge-Stewart
Author's Note: A 2017![[community profile]](https://imgprx.livejournal.net/255866d9111bd3adbd666e828af5510501586a8d/xdQOvu7ImMAzraDEypCfCfosJ4KFNLYrP2d45in8YcOeBrV8BVkLaP_C1R1lBSYu7JmpfhhKGp_34VOCZQ49EJyikUHb9Ieqi5qqUNLdwv8)
fandom_stocking story written, very belatedly, for liadtbunny . She likes the Third Doctor, and so do I. Apparently Kate Stewart, back when she was little Kate Lethbridge-Stewart. thought that her father had a very unexciting job with UNIT, something she and her mother Fiona (the Brig's first wife) believed, even as they "made up adventures" about him. This story plays with one possible origin of that.
Edited by: the irreplacable
dr_whuh
Disclaimer: Much as I wish it were otherwise, nothing in the Whoniverse, save the occasional original character, is mine. All others belong to the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin. I do, however, love them, and thank the BBC for letting me play in its sandbox.
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Author:
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, Fiona Lethbridge-Stewart, Kate Lethbridge Stewart, Jo Grant, the Third Doctor
Words: 1,998
Summary: Sometimes it's important to turn something very exciting into very boring spinach. Jo Grant's first meeting with Kate Lethbridge-Stewart
Author's Note: A 2017
Edited by: the irreplacable
dr_whuhDisclaimer: Much as I wish it were otherwise, nothing in the Whoniverse, save the occasional original character, is mine. All others belong to the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin. I do, however, love them, and thank the BBC for letting me play in its sandbox.
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Happy Canada Day!
Because this is my last vacation day, and I'm trying to expend very little brain power, I don't have much eloquence with which to speak about how much I love my native country. So have this picture of my brother Mac, standing with a very nice employee at the hotel where Bob and I stayed during the wedding weekend. He's wearing his RCMP dress uniform (the version without the jodphurs and the "high browns" - the boots he says are actually quite uncomfortable.)
He's as Canadian as they come, and that's a good thing for Canada.
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Because this is my last vacation day, and I'm trying to expend very little brain power, I don't have much eloquence with which to speak about how much I love my native country. So have this picture of my brother Mac, standing with a very nice employee at the hotel where Bob and I stayed during the wedding weekend. He's wearing his RCMP dress uniform (the version without the jodphurs and the "high browns" - the boots he says are actually quite uncomfortable.)
He's as Canadian as they come, and that's a good thing for Canada.
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Enemies of the American People, That's Us
Yesterday sucked hard enough to make getting to sleep difficult; the Janus decision on the part of the no-longer-afraid-to-show-their-conservat
And today, this happened.
While my reportorial caution reminds me that I can't assume the reason was because the shooter hated journalists - my other thought would be a particularly enthusiastic domestic violence perpetrator - my gut tells me it was. This is, after all, the nation whose president told his besotted followers that editors, reporters, photographers, etc. were the enemies of America.
They're not the types who'd believe what Capital Gazette editor Jimmy Debutts said in the 11th and 12th paragraphs of the main Washington Post story. More fools they.
I'll be relieved if some other cause motivated the shooter, and that says something awful about both my desensitization and to this murderous American ecosystem.
ETA: Yep, looking more likely to be a patriotic Fourth Estate hater. Imagine my surprise.
And Harlan Ellison has died.
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Yesterday sucked hard enough to make getting to sleep difficult; the Janus decision on the part of the no-longer-afraid-to-show-their-conservat
And today, this happened.
While my reportorial caution reminds me that I can't assume the reason was because the shooter hated journalists - my other thought would be a particularly enthusiastic domestic violence perpetrator - my gut tells me it was. This is, after all, the nation whose president told his besotted followers that editors, reporters, photographers, etc. were the enemies of America.
They're not the types who'd believe what Capital Gazette editor Jimmy Debutts said in the 11th and 12th paragraphs of the main Washington Post story. More fools they.
I'll be relieved if some other cause motivated the shooter, and that says something awful about both my desensitization and to this murderous American ecosystem.
ETA: Yep, looking more likely to be a patriotic Fourth Estate hater. Imagine my surprise.
And Harlan Ellison has died.
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Title: Filial Dreaming
Author:kaffyr
Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga
Characters: Piotr Vorkosigan, Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan, Olivia Vorbarra Vorkosigan
Words: 1,216
Summary: Piotr's dreams brought together two women who should have met, and he wasn't prepared for what they taught him.
Author's note: Piotr had come to a somewhat knotty truce with Cordelia by the time he died, and I have always wondered at what made him bend his stiff neck enough to begin the rapprochement when Miles was young. I have also thought that the steel in Cordelia's soul would have appealed to Piotr's own nature, which might well have confused the hell out of him. This story is my way of exploring those questions. Since I'm not aware that LMB ever named Aral's older brother, or his sister, I've taken the liberty of using the names used by a_shepherd on AO3
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Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga
Characters: Piotr Vorkosigan, Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan, Olivia Vorbarra Vorkosigan
Words: 1,216
Summary: Piotr's dreams brought together two women who should have met, and he wasn't prepared for what they taught him.
Author's note: Piotr had come to a somewhat knotty truce with Cordelia by the time he died, and I have always wondered at what made him bend his stiff neck enough to begin the rapprochement when Miles was young. I have also thought that the steel in Cordelia's soul would have appealed to Piotr's own nature, which might well have confused the hell out of him. This story is my way of exploring those questions. Since I'm not aware that LMB ever named Aral's older brother, or his sister, I've taken the liberty of using the names used by a_shepherd on AO3
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My Heart Going Boom, Boom, Boom ...
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The day was supposed to be damp and cloudy. The sun disagreed, and came through, hot and bright. We were all drenched in sweat soon enough, but we would have been damp with tears of joy no matter what, so we happily lived with the sweat.
My new daughter was lovely, beautiful, glorious, glowing, all the words you can think of to describe a bride. My beloved son was snappily dressed in a sharply tailored suit with a wooden bow tie, because of course he would find a stylish wooden bow tie, he's my Andy.
I walked Andy down the green and grassy aisle (which failed in its attempt to trip me by grabbing at my heels), hugged him when we got to the front, then sat down with Bob. Emily's dad walked her down the aisle, then went to sit down, and the act of joining two lives together began in earnest.
They wrote their own vows. No talk of death parting them, just talk of going on a journey together. Emily cried as she told Andy just when she fell in love with him, and why she loves him, and what his friendship means to her. Andy cried as he told her how much he loves her, and how hard he'll try to be worthy of her love.
There was plenty of laughter during the ceremony, between Star Trek: The Next Generation references by Josh Allard, the wonderful friend who officiated; a rambunctious toddler flower boy; and an escaping wedding ring. Andy and Emily are both actors and writers, which meant they made the ceremony as inclusive as all such ceremonies should be.
They exchanged rings, and kissed, and became the newly-married Emily Bates and Andy Berlien.
Later came the cocktail hour and the dinner (pizza from Gino's East because, hey, they're from Chicago, so that's exactly what was called for), and hugs and laughter.
My brother Mac, resplendent in his RCMP dress uniform, announced Andy and Emily to the gathered guests, using his most official and stentorian voice to do so.
So many people became part of the day - my beloved brother; found family, like Gonzo and Dr. Bob (Sandy and Bob Andina), and Jack Targonski; friends of Andy's who have long been friends of ours, like Gordy Andina, (Gonzo's and Doctor Bob's son, and Andy's oldest friend) and Sarah Fields, the daughter of my heart and Andy's sister of the heart, and so many more; and even friends we were delightedly surprised to have join us, like Neil Rest and Mike Butler.
Bob toasted the couple, speaking about the difference between a contract and a covenant, asking those gathered with us to toast the covenant between Andy and Emily.
They danced their dance, smooth and practiced, because they are performers, and it delighted them to delight us by doing so.
Emily danced with her father, and her father then beckoned to Emily's mother and her husband to take part in the dance, an act of extraordinary grace that brought a lump to my throat. By the end of the dance, Emily's two sisters had joined in, everyone with their arms around each other.
Finally, I was summoned to the dance floor to dance with my son. I didn't know what music he would choose, possibly Moulin Rouge, I thought, the short and quirky Tim Buckley song we both liked?
Instead, Peter Gabriel's Solsbury Hill began playing, and my son began pogo-ing to the music. No sedate dance for Andy and me, I realized. That's not us. We danced around each other, and sang the song to each other, our hands to our breasts beating out "my heart going 'boom, boom, boom!'" every time the phrase came round.
We urged those watching us to clap, by virtue of our own clapping. We jumped high, and often, and heard everyone singing along with us. As the song swelled to its end, Andy beckoned everyone to come dance with us, while my own 62-year-old heart went boom-boom-boom, and I realized anew how much I loved my son, even if he was bidding fair to kill his couch-potato mother with such musical cardio.
He told me later that he chose the song because it always made him think of me. He's wise; the song always makes me cry, mostly for joy.
The wedding was about Andy, and Emily, and our dance was just a tiny part of the whole, but it fit the day that Andy and Emily created for themselves; it fit the way they chose to create an outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace,
After all, a wedding is also about family - finding one's family, and drawing people in to join the circle, and starting new branches that still are part of the old trees. We have a new daughter, and Emily's family has a new son.
And I am blessed to have been part of the day.
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The day was supposed to be damp and cloudy. The sun disagreed, and came through, hot and bright. We were all drenched in sweat soon enough, but we would have been damp with tears of joy no matter what, so we happily lived with the sweat.
My new daughter was lovely, beautiful, glorious, glowing, all the words you can think of to describe a bride. My beloved son was snappily dressed in a sharply tailored suit with a wooden bow tie, because of course he would find a stylish wooden bow tie, he's my Andy.
I walked Andy down the green and grassy aisle (which failed in its attempt to trip me by grabbing at my heels), hugged him when we got to the front, then sat down with Bob. Emily's dad walked her down the aisle, then went to sit down, and the act of joining two lives together began in earnest.
They wrote their own vows. No talk of death parting them, just talk of going on a journey together. Emily cried as she told Andy just when she fell in love with him, and why she loves him, and what his friendship means to her. Andy cried as he told her how much he loves her, and how hard he'll try to be worthy of her love.
There was plenty of laughter during the ceremony, between Star Trek: The Next Generation references by Josh Allard, the wonderful friend who officiated; a rambunctious toddler flower boy; and an escaping wedding ring. Andy and Emily are both actors and writers, which meant they made the ceremony as inclusive as all such ceremonies should be.
They exchanged rings, and kissed, and became the newly-married Emily Bates and Andy Berlien.
Later came the cocktail hour and the dinner (pizza from Gino's East because, hey, they're from Chicago, so that's exactly what was called for), and hugs and laughter.
My brother Mac, resplendent in his RCMP dress uniform, announced Andy and Emily to the gathered guests, using his most official and stentorian voice to do so.
So many people became part of the day - my beloved brother; found family, like Gonzo and Dr. Bob (Sandy and Bob Andina), and Jack Targonski; friends of Andy's who have long been friends of ours, like Gordy Andina, (Gonzo's and Doctor Bob's son, and Andy's oldest friend) and Sarah Fields, the daughter of my heart and Andy's sister of the heart, and so many more; and even friends we were delightedly surprised to have join us, like Neil Rest and Mike Butler.
Bob toasted the couple, speaking about the difference between a contract and a covenant, asking those gathered with us to toast the covenant between Andy and Emily.
They danced their dance, smooth and practiced, because they are performers, and it delighted them to delight us by doing so.
Emily danced with her father, and her father then beckoned to Emily's mother and her husband to take part in the dance, an act of extraordinary grace that brought a lump to my throat. By the end of the dance, Emily's two sisters had joined in, everyone with their arms around each other.
Finally, I was summoned to the dance floor to dance with my son. I didn't know what music he would choose, possibly Moulin Rouge, I thought, the short and quirky Tim Buckley song we both liked?
Instead, Peter Gabriel's Solsbury Hill began playing, and my son began pogo-ing to the music. No sedate dance for Andy and me, I realized. That's not us. We danced around each other, and sang the song to each other, our hands to our breasts beating out "my heart going 'boom, boom, boom!'" every time the phrase came round.
We urged those watching us to clap, by virtue of our own clapping. We jumped high, and often, and heard everyone singing along with us. As the song swelled to its end, Andy beckoned everyone to come dance with us, while my own 62-year-old heart went boom-boom-boom, and I realized anew how much I loved my son, even if he was bidding fair to kill his couch-potato mother with such musical cardio.
He told me later that he chose the song because it always made him think of me. He's wise; the song always makes me cry, mostly for joy.
The wedding was about Andy, and Emily, and our dance was just a tiny part of the whole, but it fit the day that Andy and Emily created for themselves; it fit the way they chose to create an outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace,
After all, a wedding is also about family - finding one's family, and drawing people in to join the circle, and starting new branches that still are part of the old trees. We have a new daughter, and Emily's family has a new son.
And I am blessed to have been part of the day.
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Birthdays To Be Celebrated
Several exceptional people celebrated birthdays this month. In addition to my usual laggardly habits, the approaching wedding put most of them completely out of mind. Now that the wedding is over (and I promise that I'll talk about that in another post) I have time to appreciate their anniversaries.
Happy Birthday (on June 8) to![[personal profile]](https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9382c4855270b59b0214e5f177662d58b2637b97/dDlXlnShGgXW38ufFMYk-InyvjHltt003TJfTnzbmbswu815KiEgX4VIoC8tj3BeL-w5xOb_mefYueoLqn6Jfx-g_i6uCive_QCFLKzq0Mk)
acciochocolate , she of wonderfully diverse musical tastes, a love of aromas (yay! I love aromas, too, so this is an excellent love, as far as I'm concerned), and of poetry (another shared interest), and finder of unique and interesting things on the internet. She and I share several fandom interests as well (Doctor Who, the Granada Holmes, and others,) which is fun, but she's just generally a lovely person. I hope that your birthday heralded the beginning of an excellent year.
livii celebrated her birthday back on June 9. She doesn't hang around LJ much these days, but I always enjoy her when she is around. She has written elegant and mature fanfic, and her clear eyed fic reviews always impressed me. She's a devoted mother, an observer of politics and the world in general - and she, like me, hails from The True North Strong and Free. All the best to you!
On June 11time_converges celebrated a birthday. Like me, she's a fan of Doctor Who (and the formidably wonderful Donna Noble), Battlestar Galactica, and Leverage; she also is an alumna of Television Without Pity, of blessed memory. I hope she still drops in from time to time, because I want to wish her the happiest of belated birthdays. May 2018 be a fine and rewarding year for you.
The delightfuleaweek celebrated her birthday on June 16. It may seem odd, to say of someone one knows only in 2D, that one is fond of them, but that is the case with her. We share fandoms, many musical and reading tastes, and the occasional political view. Sometimes, when I think I'm babbling or shouting into the ether, she will come along to hold conversations with me - I treasure that. I hope your birthday was a good one, and that it launches a year of interesting work, easy family times, and fun.
Today - June 25 - has beenautographedcat 's birthday, he of fine and thoughtful movie and book reviews, a remarkable talent for filk music and a shared love of Doctor Who and political discourse. I hope people have given you a fine birthday, with as many or as few presents and celebrations as you'd like. And may every day from now on be rewarding, and filled with friends and creativity!
Another birthday that I didn't manage to miss is that of the phenomenally talentedjoking , who is, sadly, rarely around these days. I share a delight in Doctor Who, Leverage (and the OT3s she likes in those fandoms), in fic writing, and it would delight me to know that she had a great birthday today, and that she is doing well in general. Happy Birthday!
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Several exceptional people celebrated birthdays this month. In addition to my usual laggardly habits, the approaching wedding put most of them completely out of mind. Now that the wedding is over (and I promise that I'll talk about that in another post) I have time to appreciate their anniversaries.
Happy Birthday (on June 8) to
On June 11
The delightful
Today - June 25 - has been
Another birthday that I didn't manage to miss is that of the phenomenally talented
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Forty-Eight Hours
You'd think that Bob and I would be relatively dispassionate about Andy's and Em's wedding, since they're handling it themselves, paying for it, organizing it, etc. No such luck. It may be only indirectly ... crazy by osmosis ... but, since Andy's and Em's heads are ready to explode, so are ours.
That's part of the reason why I haven't been posting. The frenetic pace of the wedding's approach has reminded us that positive stress is still stress. And part of that stress is just the all encompassing nature of this oncoming event. We wake up in the morning thinking about it, and it's the last thing we think about at night. Just imagine how Andy and Em feel ... I think their heads are ready to explode.
Having one's head filled with nothing but weddingweddingWEDDINGauughh means that my ability to chat about anything was severely straitened.
My brother Mac has arrived from Canada in advance of the wedding, and it's lovely to have him here. I'm surprised at the ease with which we've conversed thus far. I think Bob's reminder to me not to get too tense around Mac was very helpful.
OK, that's enough - we leave for the wedding venue tomorrow morning, the wedding's Saturday afternoon, and we'll be back sometime mid-Sunday. I promise pictures when I get back, and I promise my head will be considerably more communicative.
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You'd think that Bob and I would be relatively dispassionate about Andy's and Em's wedding, since they're handling it themselves, paying for it, organizing it, etc. No such luck. It may be only indirectly ... crazy by osmosis ... but, since Andy's and Em's heads are ready to explode, so are ours.
That's part of the reason why I haven't been posting. The frenetic pace of the wedding's approach has reminded us that positive stress is still stress. And part of that stress is just the all encompassing nature of this oncoming event. We wake up in the morning thinking about it, and it's the last thing we think about at night. Just imagine how Andy and Em feel ... I think their heads are ready to explode.
Having one's head filled with nothing but weddingweddingWEDDINGauughh means that my ability to chat about anything was severely straitened.
My brother Mac has arrived from Canada in advance of the wedding, and it's lovely to have him here. I'm surprised at the ease with which we've conversed thus far. I think Bob's reminder to me not to get too tense around Mac was very helpful.
OK, that's enough - we leave for the wedding venue tomorrow morning, the wedding's Saturday afternoon, and we'll be back sometime mid-Sunday. I promise pictures when I get back, and I promise my head will be considerably more communicative.
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How Long, Oh Lord?
I'm tempted to repeat Robert Benchley's rather biblical review of Abie's Irish Rose, if only so that I can snicker a little in the midst of my fear.
He meets with one of the most unstable and despicable heads of state on the planet (with the exception of himself), after plowing through the G7 conference with even more of his patented diplomatic skills. (And while I'm not altogether fond of Justin Trudeau, I'm cheering him on for the way he responded to the White House Resident.)
Meanwhile, the Supreme Court narrowly upholds Ohio's voter suppression. And Jeff Sessions did this.
This is some sort of hell, and we're still in it. How many months to November?
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I'm tempted to repeat Robert Benchley's rather biblical review of Abie's Irish Rose, if only so that I can snicker a little in the midst of my fear.
He meets with one of the most unstable and despicable heads of state on the planet (with the exception of himself), after plowing through the G7 conference with even more of his patented diplomatic skills. (And while I'm not altogether fond of Justin Trudeau, I'm cheering him on for the way he responded to the White House Resident.)
Meanwhile, the Supreme Court narrowly upholds Ohio's voter suppression. And Jeff Sessions did this.
This is some sort of hell, and we're still in it. How many months to November?
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Finally
The last time I wore my wedding ring was sometime in 2009, when I had to have it cut off my finger in preparation for having an MRI. I finally had it repaired. Along with the ring, which had been my Nana's wedding ring, I had her diamond ring repaired as well. I gave my wedding ring to Bob when we picked them up Saturday afternoon. He asked me if I would marry him. I said yes. He put the ring on my finger for the second time in 37 years. When we got home, I put Nana's diamond ring on the finger as well, in the place an engagement ring is supposed to go. We never got engagement rings 37 years ago.
Both of them feel good on my finger, but the wedding ring feels especially good.
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The last time I wore my wedding ring was sometime in 2009, when I had to have it cut off my finger in preparation for having an MRI. I finally had it repaired. Along with the ring, which had been my Nana's wedding ring, I had her diamond ring repaired as well. I gave my wedding ring to Bob when we picked them up Saturday afternoon. He asked me if I would marry him. I said yes. He put the ring on my finger for the second time in 37 years. When we got home, I put Nana's diamond ring on the finger as well, in the place an engagement ring is supposed to go. We never got engagement rings 37 years ago.
Both of them feel good on my finger, but the wedding ring feels especially good.
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Once More Into the Birthday Breach
May seems to have gotten away from me; there are a couple of very lovely people whose birthdays occurred last month, and one whose birthday took place at the beginning of June.
sallymn celebrated on May 24. She loves classical music; you can tell because of her encyclopedic knowledge, and I love listening to the pieces she often shares. She's a fic writer, and she makes wonderful icons, several of which I more than occasionally deploy. I know she's dealing with some less than happy times at work, so I wish her the best possible outcome in that situation, and an excellent 2018-2019.
lydy also celebrated on May 24. She is frighteningly intelligent, able to mount trenchant arguments on almost any issue, and does not suffer fools gladly. I hope that her birthday kicks off a year of excellence for her. And perhaps sometime soon, we'll get another chance to chat in real life.
Belated birthday wishes (June 2) tocassie_faith . Here's hoping that you get the job you want, and can enjoy the coming year with friends and confidence!
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Belated birthday wishes (June 2) to
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This Saturday Was A Good Day
Saturdays aren't always good days, but this one was a good one.
I am an habitual procrastinator. One of the things I've been putting off for altogether too long is the care of my wedding ring. I haven't worn the ring since (thinks) somewhere around late 2009 or early 2010. That's when I had to have it cut off my finger, as I readied myself for an MRI. I always meant to have it turned either into a necklace or rebuilt so I could wear it properly again, but never got around to doing so.
But I finally was moved to action with FB's wedding approaching. I wanted to wear it again, either around my neck or back on the proper finger (which I managed to forget was the left ring finger. It has been so long that I, for some reason, thought I was going to put it onto my right ring finger. BB pointed out that that wasn't the correct finger when we were at the jeweler's.)
We went to the jeweler who was able to refit my great-great grandmother's topaz and diamond ring to Miss Em's finger. I'd given the ring to FB, so that he could present it to Miss Em as an engagement ring, but it was a little too small, and the gold was so worn away that it was almost ready to break. That wasn't surprising, given its age ... anyhow, they were very impressed with this particular jeweler, so we took my ring in; he was able to repair it.
It will be ready before the wedding; it was so unexpectedly inexpensive (two figures rather than the three figures I'd estimated), that I was able to bring in one of the diamond rings that belonged to my grandmother, and have its gold band replaced. That truly was so worn away that it had to be completely rebuilt.
That, plus the repair of one of my mother's old-fashioned winding watches, came to about what I thought my wedding ring repair would cost. All in all, the cost is a bit expensive, but to have three family heirlooms replaced is completely worth it.
It's important to me that I will be wearing my wedding ring - which was my grandmother's - and a diamond ring belonging to her (because BB and I never exchanged engagement rings ... we were poor as church mice when we decided to get married ... ) when FB is married. It fulfills the traditions that I feel are crucial for something as important as his wedding.
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Saturdays aren't always good days, but this one was a good one.
I am an habitual procrastinator. One of the things I've been putting off for altogether too long is the care of my wedding ring. I haven't worn the ring since (thinks) somewhere around late 2009 or early 2010. That's when I had to have it cut off my finger, as I readied myself for an MRI. I always meant to have it turned either into a necklace or rebuilt so I could wear it properly again, but never got around to doing so.
But I finally was moved to action with FB's wedding approaching. I wanted to wear it again, either around my neck or back on the proper finger (which I managed to forget was the left ring finger. It has been so long that I, for some reason, thought I was going to put it onto my right ring finger. BB pointed out that that wasn't the correct finger when we were at the jeweler's.)
We went to the jeweler who was able to refit my great-great grandmother's topaz and diamond ring to Miss Em's finger. I'd given the ring to FB, so that he could present it to Miss Em as an engagement ring, but it was a little too small, and the gold was so worn away that it was almost ready to break. That wasn't surprising, given its age ... anyhow, they were very impressed with this particular jeweler, so we took my ring in; he was able to repair it.
It will be ready before the wedding; it was so unexpectedly inexpensive (two figures rather than the three figures I'd estimated), that I was able to bring in one of the diamond rings that belonged to my grandmother, and have its gold band replaced. That truly was so worn away that it had to be completely rebuilt.
That, plus the repair of one of my mother's old-fashioned winding watches, came to about what I thought my wedding ring repair would cost. All in all, the cost is a bit expensive, but to have three family heirlooms replaced is completely worth it.
It's important to me that I will be wearing my wedding ring - which was my grandmother's - and a diamond ring belonging to her (because BB and I never exchanged engagement rings ... we were poor as church mice when we decided to get married ... ) when FB is married. It fulfills the traditions that I feel are crucial for something as important as his wedding.
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Happy Birthday, Mum
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Memorial Day
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Sartorial Achievement Unlocked, Father of the Groom Version
We headed off early this afternoon to get a suit for BB for the wedding. I think both of us were expecting it to be a long and painful process. We certainly expected to go to both men's wear places we'd identified. Instead, we walked into the nearest Jos A. Bank store, and he chose the second suit he tried. It still needs to be tailored to his measurements, but it should be done in two weeks, which will be in plenty of time for the wedding, on June 23. He also bought a nice tie that will actually act as a sartorial bridge between his suit and my outfit.
The fact that we had the ability to buy a suit for him, and the ability to pay for my dress and jacket to be made (a bespoke outfit! I've never had one before!) still makes me feel vaguely guilty. But I'm trying to put that feeling on ice. It's not something I could have done many other times in my life, and it's for an event that I hope signals lifelong happiness for my son.
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We headed off early this afternoon to get a suit for BB for the wedding. I think both of us were expecting it to be a long and painful process. We certainly expected to go to both men's wear places we'd identified. Instead, we walked into the nearest Jos A. Bank store, and he chose the second suit he tried. It still needs to be tailored to his measurements, but it should be done in two weeks, which will be in plenty of time for the wedding, on June 23. He also bought a nice tie that will actually act as a sartorial bridge between his suit and my outfit.
The fact that we had the ability to buy a suit for him, and the ability to pay for my dress and jacket to be made (a bespoke outfit! I've never had one before!) still makes me feel vaguely guilty. But I'm trying to put that feeling on ice. It's not something I could have done many other times in my life, and it's for an event that I hope signals lifelong happiness for my son.
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As I Said In the Subject Line
Kittehz!
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Kittehz!
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Happy, Happy, Birthday Wishes
Here I am again; I disappear for days at a time, largely because I can't think of intelligent or interesting things to say. I haven't wished people Happy Birthday for the past month or so, and there are so many people who I wanted to congratulate for having another natal day to celebrate.
Tosunnytyler001 - I hope your day, on May 3, was one of peace. The past year has been very hard for you, I know. May it become better.
Happy very delayed birthday (May 5) tojjpor , one of the best Who fic writers it's ever been my delight to read - careful, adept with rich plot and character development, blessed with a sense of how to interweave drama and world-building. He's also a lovely person, and I'm glad that I know him to the extent I do.
On May 9,calapine celebrated. I always enjoyed reading what she writes, when she's around. I hope the coming year is good to her.
And to the lovely, the talented, the one and onlylost_spook , my belated well wishes. You've introduced me to so many corners of fandom that I wouldn't have been able to enjoy without you, and I'm so glad you did. I hope your May 14 birthday was lovely!
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Here I am again; I disappear for days at a time, largely because I can't think of intelligent or interesting things to say. I haven't wished people Happy Birthday for the past month or so, and there are so many people who I wanted to congratulate for having another natal day to celebrate.
To
Happy very delayed birthday (May 5) to
On May 9,
And to the lovely, the talented, the one and only
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Tears of Neither Joy Nor Sorrow
What do you call the tears that come when you're listening to an entire stadium of people singing along to a song that's close to your heart, especially one that talks about love in some fashion?
It's not sorrow, not directly. It's sure as hell not unalloyed joy, either.
Perhaps it's one's heart wishing hard for the same sort of commonality, the same sense of shared humanity, everywhere, and knowing it won't last, but still being uplifted by the mass sharing.
I don't know.
Thoughts? Anyone? Bueller?
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What do you call the tears that come when you're listening to an entire stadium of people singing along to a song that's close to your heart, especially one that talks about love in some fashion?
It's not sorrow, not directly. It's sure as hell not unalloyed joy, either.
Perhaps it's one's heart wishing hard for the same sort of commonality, the same sense of shared humanity, everywhere, and knowing it won't last, but still being uplifted by the mass sharing.
I don't know.
Thoughts? Anyone? Bueller?
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I Can't Smell Anything
It's making me jittery-crazy. In all the years that I've experienced head colds, I've never experienced such a complete lack of smell. As a result, I can only sense sweet, bitter, and salt, which means I can't taste much at all. Is it stupid for me to be obsessing on this? Probably, but much of the positive sensory stimulation I get in this world is olfactory, so it's like I'm living in film, not real life. I don't know why this particular ailment has done such a number on me, and I'm afraid that I'm a little obsessively worried that it might be permanent. (I'm telling myself that that's really silly, but I can't shake the fear.) This entry was originally posted at https://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/696195.html?mode=reply, where there are currently
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It's making me jittery-crazy. In all the years that I've experienced head colds, I've never experienced such a complete lack of smell. As a result, I can only sense sweet, bitter, and salt, which means I can't taste much at all. Is it stupid for me to be obsessing on this? Probably, but much of the positive sensory stimulation I get in this world is olfactory, so it's like I'm living in film, not real life. I don't know why this particular ailment has done such a number on me, and I'm afraid that I'm a little obsessively worried that it might be permanent. (I'm telling myself that that's really silly, but I can't shake the fear.) This entry was originally posted at https://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/696195.html?mode=reply, where there are currently
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Some Nights Just Call for Roxy Music. And Eno.
Way back in 1995, a music journalist named Rob Chapman wrote a piece on Roxy Music, entitled "They Came From Planet Bacofoil", and something reminded me of the piece, which was very good. I was pleased to see that you can still find it (without the pictures of the deliciously ridiculous early Roxy Music sartorial choices that generated the title). Here it is.
It made me nostalgic for two ends of Roxy's musical spectrum: the dreamy sound-poems of late Roxy and early solo Bryan Ferry (when he could keep guitarist Phil Manzanera under control), and Brian Eno's early masterpieces, featuring Robert Fripp's gloriously insane work. (Actually, I love later Eno as well, but tonight I was thinking more "Baby's On Fire," to which BB introduced me so many years ago.)
So without further ado, let's start with something ... energetic:
And then cool down with something beautifully, romantically morose.
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Way back in 1995, a music journalist named Rob Chapman wrote a piece on Roxy Music, entitled "They Came From Planet Bacofoil", and something reminded me of the piece, which was very good. I was pleased to see that you can still find it (without the pictures of the deliciously ridiculous early Roxy Music sartorial choices that generated the title). Here it is.
It made me nostalgic for two ends of Roxy's musical spectrum: the dreamy sound-poems of late Roxy and early solo Bryan Ferry (when he could keep guitarist Phil Manzanera under control), and Brian Eno's early masterpieces, featuring Robert Fripp's gloriously insane work. (Actually, I love later Eno as well, but tonight I was thinking more "Baby's On Fire," to which BB introduced me so many years ago.)
So without further ado, let's start with something ... energetic:
And then cool down with something beautifully, romantically morose.
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31Title: Hearts and Moons Recall the Truth
Author:kaffyr
Chapter: 31
Previous Chapter: 30, here or here
Characters: The Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which there are, at long last, endings and beginnings.
Author's Note: I couldn't get it done in a decade, but 11 years seemed to be the magic time period. Thank you to everyone who stuck with this ridiculously lengthy WIP; I hope it's been worth the wait, despite 11 years of changing writing style and prowess, and undoubtedly some messed up plot points. (Too many years, and too many chapters, and perhaps not enough careful reviewing by Your Humble Author, to blame for that last.)
Many thanks to those who helped me keep at it, and who helped in many different ways. Thank you toa_phoenixdragon , editrx and ljgeoff , and always, always, always, my Best Beloved, dr_whuh (aka buckaroobob ). You are the absolute best, and I love you more than cookies.
And of course, thanks and love to everyone I wrote about: to Luisa, Filomena, Nico, Hilda, Salvha and Jao, to David, to Pau and Laowhra, even to Inverno and the elder Bohlver. Thanks, especially, to the Doctor, Rose, and Jack, the OT3 of my heart. What shall I do without this story of yours to tell?
Finally, thank you tocathica, whose prompt all those years ago started this journey. She's an immensely talented writer and a lovely person, and this is all because of her. Thank you!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, no Whoniverse characters are mine. They belong to the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin. I simply love them, and thank the BBC for letting me play in their sandbox.
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Author:
Chapter: 31
Previous Chapter: 30, here or here
Characters: The Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which there are, at long last, endings and beginnings.
Author's Note: I couldn't get it done in a decade, but 11 years seemed to be the magic time period. Thank you to everyone who stuck with this ridiculously lengthy WIP; I hope it's been worth the wait, despite 11 years of changing writing style and prowess, and undoubtedly some messed up plot points. (Too many years, and too many chapters, and perhaps not enough careful reviewing by Your Humble Author, to blame for that last.)
Many thanks to those who helped me keep at it, and who helped in many different ways. Thank you to
dr_whuh (aka And of course, thanks and love to everyone I wrote about: to Luisa, Filomena, Nico, Hilda, Salvha and Jao, to David, to Pau and Laowhra, even to Inverno and the elder Bohlver. Thanks, especially, to the Doctor, Rose, and Jack, the OT3 of my heart. What shall I do without this story of yours to tell?
Finally, thank you to
cathica, whose prompt all those years ago started this journey. She's an immensely talented writer and a lovely person, and this is all because of her. Thank you!Disclaimer: As much as I wish it were otherwise, no Whoniverse characters are mine. They belong to the BBC and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin. I simply love them, and thank the BBC for letting me play in their sandbox.
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So Where Are We Now?
We're home. We're getting better. We're grateful for all the good wishes, and the care he got while in hospital, that's where we are.
It's been a few days; I simply haven't had the energy to post. Hell, I haven't even had the energy to answer the phone - and I apologize to folks who've called, who I've ignored. It's not you, it's me, and that's not a joke.
But I need to let folks know that Bob's home. They let him loose on Wednesday afternoon, which was good, because, with well over 70 hours without sleep, he was already starting to become a little untethered to the world. He was given a nebulizer, and a list of physical therapists, and sent home. I was told that he needed to have someone with him, if not at all times, then pretty damned close to it, so I took some vacation time; I'm off all this week, and I'll be sticking very close to him, you damn betcha.
He slept much of the next day and a half, which was all to the good. It was nice having him back on our planet, and the sleep also helped his healing process. He's still weak; today was the first day he wanted to go outside. We drove over to Jarvis Beach, one of the lovely little pocket beaches on Chicago's north side, but we were only there for about 5 minutes; that tired him out, so we got him home, and he's now having a nebulizer treatment, since his oxygen count was down to about 90 percent, That's not horrible, but it's not good, either.
Despite his weariness, he got out, and the sun is shining, and we're listening to some lovely mambo music, and I'll be making a quiche for Sunday supper, and so the day is, on the whole, very good.
And thank you, everyone, for all the good wishes you sent Bob's way. They were much appreciated and needed.
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We're home. We're getting better. We're grateful for all the good wishes, and the care he got while in hospital, that's where we are.
It's been a few days; I simply haven't had the energy to post. Hell, I haven't even had the energy to answer the phone - and I apologize to folks who've called, who I've ignored. It's not you, it's me, and that's not a joke.
But I need to let folks know that Bob's home. They let him loose on Wednesday afternoon, which was good, because, with well over 70 hours without sleep, he was already starting to become a little untethered to the world. He was given a nebulizer, and a list of physical therapists, and sent home. I was told that he needed to have someone with him, if not at all times, then pretty damned close to it, so I took some vacation time; I'm off all this week, and I'll be sticking very close to him, you damn betcha.
He slept much of the next day and a half, which was all to the good. It was nice having him back on our planet, and the sleep also helped his healing process. He's still weak; today was the first day he wanted to go outside. We drove over to Jarvis Beach, one of the lovely little pocket beaches on Chicago's north side, but we were only there for about 5 minutes; that tired him out, so we got him home, and he's now having a nebulizer treatment, since his oxygen count was down to about 90 percent, That's not horrible, but it's not good, either.
Despite his weariness, he got out, and the sun is shining, and we're listening to some lovely mambo music, and I'll be making a quiche for Sunday supper, and so the day is, on the whole, very good.
And thank you, everyone, for all the good wishes you sent Bob's way. They were much appreciated and needed.
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Human Metapneumovirus
This is what we're told Bob's got. There's apparently no magic bullet cure, just as there isn't for a lot of viruses, so the thing to do with HMPV is apparently just ... get through it. And of course, while it's normally not serious, for kids, older folks and folks with various levels of immunodeficiency it can be really serious. And guess who fits into both slots? Bob. (I fit in, too, but I've lived with him for weeks and I'm 99 percent confident I'm not getting any serious version of it.) Once all the nurses, aides, etc. started gowning- masking- and gloving-up to come in, we figured it was nothing to sneeze at. As it were.
Because Bob's extremely weak (like, they're not letting him sit in a chair unless there's a staff person on hand, and as for making it to the bathroom? Ha!) he's going to be in here another night. His physical therapist would like him to be sent to a rehab place for a couple of days because he needs to relearn how to breathe properly, and regain his strength in general. His hospitalist doctor (real term for a doctor whose focus is solely on hospitalized patients) told him earlier today that she'd like to get him out of the hospital, but we don't know what the upshot will be after the doc and the therapist manage to talk.
My boss threw me for a loop, in a very positive way, when I sent him my morning email. I told him I'd try to get a story in to him before 2 p.m., and updated him on Bob's situation, which at that point didn't have a name, and was somewhat worse than it was at the time of my previous report. I said I'd take time off after I sent the story over. He told me just to take the whole day off, that we didn't need that story. I'm beginning to understand the guy a bit better, but still ... he kind of whipsaws me.
I spent 5 hours at the hospital with Bob, which did wonders for me, and he seemed to be happy that I was there. Now I'm home; I'm going to brush my teeth, give Bob a call at the hospital, and go to bed.
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This is what we're told Bob's got. There's apparently no magic bullet cure, just as there isn't for a lot of viruses, so the thing to do with HMPV is apparently just ... get through it. And of course, while it's normally not serious, for kids, older folks and folks with various levels of immunodeficiency it can be really serious. And guess who fits into both slots? Bob. (I fit in, too, but I've lived with him for weeks and I'm 99 percent confident I'm not getting any serious version of it.) Once all the nurses, aides, etc. started gowning- masking- and gloving-up to come in, we figured it was nothing to sneeze at. As it were.
Because Bob's extremely weak (like, they're not letting him sit in a chair unless there's a staff person on hand, and as for making it to the bathroom? Ha!) he's going to be in here another night. His physical therapist would like him to be sent to a rehab place for a couple of days because he needs to relearn how to breathe properly, and regain his strength in general. His hospitalist doctor (real term for a doctor whose focus is solely on hospitalized patients) told him earlier today that she'd like to get him out of the hospital, but we don't know what the upshot will be after the doc and the therapist manage to talk.
My boss threw me for a loop, in a very positive way, when I sent him my morning email. I told him I'd try to get a story in to him before 2 p.m., and updated him on Bob's situation, which at that point didn't have a name, and was somewhat worse than it was at the time of my previous report. I said I'd take time off after I sent the story over. He told me just to take the whole day off, that we didn't need that story. I'm beginning to understand the guy a bit better, but still ... he kind of whipsaws me.
I spent 5 hours at the hospital with Bob, which did wonders for me, and he seemed to be happy that I was there. Now I'm home; I'm going to brush my teeth, give Bob a call at the hospital, and go to bed.
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