I had a bunch of wry commentary typed up along the lines of “as you read this, I’ll be having robot tubes carrying metal filters stabbed into my neck with no sedation, ” but now I have had to delete it, as I don’t know what I’ll be doing while you read this. You see, first I got the call that the procedure would be done through my neck instead of my leg. Then I got the call that it would be Friday (today) instead of Wednesday. Then I got the call just a few hours ago, at 5:30 PM on Thursday, that the hospital where it was scheduled refuses to allow us to do it there because I’m pregnant and my OB doesn’t have privileges there. BUT, the vein specialist I’ve been working with doesn’t have privileges where my OB does, so he can’t do it at the new hospital, which means we have to find a new vein surgeon. Meanwhile, it’s supposed to be done before labor, and labor is still scheduled for Monday, and everyone would strongly prefer not to push the induction back due to the risk of me going into labor while on blood thinners. I’m not sure what the current status is, but my impression is that my OB is downtown pulling people off the street to find someone who can do this procedure today.
Will I have metal objects pushed into the vein near my heart by way of my neck? Will it be today? Which doctor will do it? Where will it happen? Will I be able to get anesthetic now? Will we need to reschedule Monday’s labor induction? Tune in for the next spine-tingling episode of Battlestar Craptastica to find out! (I.e. I’ll be updating on Twitter.)
I’ve been keeping friends and family updated by text messages, and my increased reliance on this form of communication has made me realize anew that I seem to have some kind of social anxiety issues when it comes to the written word. Everyone else in the world seems to manage texting just fine, but it’s utterly overwhelming to me. I’m fine when it comes to my parents or other people I talk to all the time, but corresponding with others by text is just about more than I can handle. I mean, one does not just dash out a reply to the inquiry, “How r u doing?” This requires a lot of analysis: How much detail should I go into? Should I ask her how she’s doing too? Will I seem rude if I don’t include a peppy emoticon? Or does she perhaps think people who use a lot of emoticons are lame? Should I reference that email from last week that I haven’t replied to yet? Like I said: a lot of analysis. And since my phone doesn’t have a Mark as Unread option for texts, once I read a new message I’m filled with anxiety that I’ll forget about if I don’t reply immediately (which I can’t do because, you know, analysis).
Anyway, my impression is that other people do not find texting to be such a burdensome activity.
(Also, now you understand why I’m so bad at replying to emails.)
Last week we had the honor of going to dinner with one of my favorite authors, Paul Jaminet. If you haven’t read his book, The Perfect Health Diet or checked out his blog, stop what you’re doing and remedy that grievous error. The meeting with Paul was part of a dinner party at Albert Oaks with some other nutrition gurus who were in town for the Paleo FX conference. Not surprisingly, the food was delicious:
I’m not even sure what this dish was, I just know it was astonishing. It was served with great wine, all the veggies were from the expansive gardens in behind Albert Oaks, and the meal was topped off with garden-fresh strawberries doused in homemade cream. YUM!
At the dinner party, I got to sit next to Russ Crandall of the Domestic Man blog. He is a super-nice guy who has an amazing story about how lifestyle and diet changes drastically improved his health (and hearing about the medical procedures he’s been through makes my own issues seem like a relaxing day at the spa). He’s working on a cookbook that promises to be amazing, so stay tuned to his blog for more details about that.
I have a question about kids and language: I have always dreamed of raising my kids to be bilingual in Spanish and English, but I’m finding that it’s much easier said than done. In fact, it occurs to me that the only cases I’ve ever seen of truly bi/multi-lingual children were where:
- One of the parents was a native speaker and only spoke the language in the home, or…
- The children went to a school that had an immersion language program starting at an early age, or…
- The family lived in a foreign country where the children were immersed in the language.
Since none of those options are currently available to us, I’m wondering: Is there any other option for raising bilingual kids? Is it possible to do that through at-home study or occasional classes alone? I’m not going to give up on foreign languages either way, since some exposure is definitely better than none, but I’d just be curious to know if there are any other options other than the three above.
My aunt recently told me something hilarious: They live near Billy Graham’s headquarters, and her husband’s name is William Graham, and so they’re constantly getting calls from people who look them up in the phone book hoping to contact Billy Graham. She says that sometimes people talk for a quite a while before she has a chance to tell them that they have the wrong number. She and her husband are people of deep faith (she rediscovered Catholicism later in life, and her husband converted at the same time she came back to the Church), and so she always assures these folks that she will pray for them, even though this is not the Reverend’s house.
I think there’s a huge missed opportunity there. Since her husband’s name is, technically, a form of the Reverend’s name, I told her that she should tell people, “Yes, Billy Graham is here. Did you know that he is Roman Catholic now?”
I guess I can no longer read. I was just looking at the InLinkz interface, and saw this plain and clear:
Not sure how I missed that. So, it is finally Procrastinator’s Week here at 7 Quick Takes! Most recent entries on top!
I’m off to do…I have no idea what. Updates on Twitter. Thanks for your kind words and prayers over the past week! I can’t tell you how much they’ve boosted my spirits.