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It's hard to remember what I've already told about. Things happen, and I think they'd be worth mentioning in LJ, and then other things happen, and I don't know what I'd been thinking a day or two before. The two jobs I finished (while learning InDesign) are paying for dental work, eye exams and new glasses, and repair of the PowerBook that died not all that long ago. I can now chew on both sides of my mouth, repairs having been finalized on the tooth that broke before we left Massachusetts. I went to the doctor to see about the cough which, I presume, is the thing that's making me dizzy even in those intervals between coughing spells. I got my new lenses put in the frames.
Thursday night, Cathy came to bed, moaning with pain. She was taking antacids and asking me if I had any of the Tums that used to go everywhere with me. I got her some soda water, which she barely touched. At midnight, she rose to be sick. At two, she did the same. To our dismay, this episode didn't lessen her pain at all. At four, she got up and called an ambulance, and after some questions and quick tests, they drove her to the hospital. At five, she called to let me know that it was her gall bladder, and that the ER people were trying to find a painkiller that would actually kill at least some of the pain so she could sleep.
I woke Sarah at the usual time, and she asked why I was there instead of Cathy. I told her, and her face expanded in shock. As we got ready for her to go to school, she asked reasonable questions, and I gave straight answers. After she left, I called everybody in her immediate family to let them know what's going on. It's good that her mom is visiting next week -- it can't hurt to have a mommy/grandma on hand for a little while. As noon approached, I managed to pick up the computer, now complete with a 250GB drive and upgraded system, and still made it to the hospital to bring Cathy home.
So here we all are. Cathy is sleeping, as she has been much of the day, and much of yesterday. Sarah is looking forward to sleeping on the bed we bought for the guest room. She slept there last night, and it's just the greatest thing, you know.
I actually found my Quark disks a couple of days ago, and will re-install it when I feel like it. I previously tried to use QuarkXPress from the backup I made of it before the old hard drive liquefied, and I get a message that it must be reinstalled from the original disks before it will save or print. InDesign (and the rest of the CS2 creative suite) didn't copy over completely when I copied all the backups over to the new drive, and when I started it up, it gave me a warning message that it wouldn't work unless I activated it. So I pressed the 'activate now' button, and it activated. Gosh, I wonder which of these two companies really wants me as a customer? And which one will continue to receive my business? It's a tough one.
That's about it, except that I went with Sarah today to her Chinese language class. After that, we went to Taco Bell for some lunch, and I decided to to go the nearby Book Outlet, where everything is 70% off list, before going home. I found three things I planned to get (and somehow put the collection of fake ads from VIZ to one side and didn't pick it back up) and was going in the direction of the register when I looked at the coffee table books and saw the Don Martin collection. I put my stack down and picked up the slipcased volumes. Both there. No visible damage. Cover price $150. So I bought it for $45, and I'm glad.
Then a mailman of some sort brought a package by after we got home, with Mark Evanier's KIRBY, which Cathy had ordered for about $14 from Zooba. All in all, it was a nice day for the book collector in me.
When Cathy's feeling a little better, she'll make an appointment to have her gall bladder and its rock collection removed. It's minor laproscopic surgery, they tell me, as much as anything involving one's internal organs can be minor. She'll be home for a week solid after that, and I'm having a hard time imagining her going to work before it, doped up as she is on Vicodin.
Yeah, we're having a week here. I've been kind of busy, so LJ is falling behind again, or I'm falling behind LJ. I was reading it on the other computer (which I leave on all the time now, because it has this silly little thing about booting up again once it's turned off), but with the exciting adventure of the gall bladder, I've missed the last couple of days. My apologies -- when I get back on track, it will have to be by the magic "skipping and hoping (or pretending) I haven't missed much good" method.
.
It's hard to remember what I've already told about. Things happen, and I think they'd be worth mentioning in LJ, and then other things happen, and I don't know what I'd been thinking a day or two before. The two jobs I finished (while learning InDesign) are paying for dental work, eye exams and new glasses, and repair of the PowerBook that died not all that long ago. I can now chew on both sides of my mouth, repairs having been finalized on the tooth that broke before we left Massachusetts. I went to the doctor to see about the cough which, I presume, is the thing that's making me dizzy even in those intervals between coughing spells. I got my new lenses put in the frames.
Thursday night, Cathy came to bed, moaning with pain. She was taking antacids and asking me if I had any of the Tums that used to go everywhere with me. I got her some soda water, which she barely touched. At midnight, she rose to be sick. At two, she did the same. To our dismay, this episode didn't lessen her pain at all. At four, she got up and called an ambulance, and after some questions and quick tests, they drove her to the hospital. At five, she called to let me know that it was her gall bladder, and that the ER people were trying to find a painkiller that would actually kill at least some of the pain so she could sleep.
I woke Sarah at the usual time, and she asked why I was there instead of Cathy. I told her, and her face expanded in shock. As we got ready for her to go to school, she asked reasonable questions, and I gave straight answers. After she left, I called everybody in her immediate family to let them know what's going on. It's good that her mom is visiting next week -- it can't hurt to have a mommy/grandma on hand for a little while. As noon approached, I managed to pick up the computer, now complete with a 250GB drive and upgraded system, and still made it to the hospital to bring Cathy home.
So here we all are. Cathy is sleeping, as she has been much of the day, and much of yesterday. Sarah is looking forward to sleeping on the bed we bought for the guest room. She slept there last night, and it's just the greatest thing, you know.
I actually found my Quark disks a couple of days ago, and will re-install it when I feel like it. I previously tried to use QuarkXPress from the backup I made of it before the old hard drive liquefied, and I get a message that it must be reinstalled from the original disks before it will save or print. InDesign (and the rest of the CS2 creative suite) didn't copy over completely when I copied all the backups over to the new drive, and when I started it up, it gave me a warning message that it wouldn't work unless I activated it. So I pressed the 'activate now' button, and it activated. Gosh, I wonder which of these two companies really wants me as a customer? And which one will continue to receive my business? It's a tough one.
That's about it, except that I went with Sarah today to her Chinese language class. After that, we went to Taco Bell for some lunch, and I decided to to go the nearby Book Outlet, where everything is 70% off list, before going home. I found three things I planned to get (and somehow put the collection of fake ads from VIZ to one side and didn't pick it back up) and was going in the direction of the register when I looked at the coffee table books and saw the Don Martin collection. I put my stack down and picked up the slipcased volumes. Both there. No visible damage. Cover price $150. So I bought it for $45, and I'm glad.
Then a mailman of some sort brought a package by after we got home, with Mark Evanier's KIRBY, which Cathy had ordered for about $14 from Zooba. All in all, it was a nice day for the book collector in me.
When Cathy's feeling a little better, she'll make an appointment to have her gall bladder and its rock collection removed. It's minor laproscopic surgery, they tell me, as much as anything involving one's internal organs can be minor. She'll be home for a week solid after that, and I'm having a hard time imagining her going to work before it, doped up as she is on Vicodin.
Yeah, we're having a week here. I've been kind of busy, so LJ is falling behind again, or I'm falling behind LJ. I was reading it on the other computer (which I leave on all the time now, because it has this silly little thing about booting up again once it's turned off), but with the exciting adventure of the gall bladder, I've missed the last couple of days. My apologies -- when I get back on track, it will have to be by the magic "skipping and hoping (or pretending) I haven't missed much good" method.
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