FlameTide of Flourish
Sep. 15th, 2022 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThe day names obviously think the leaves are changing already, but they aren't. I had some struggles with my asthma last night, perhaps because of errant smoke plumes. But today my weather app claims the air quality is "good," so go figure. Maybe it was just a random thing. The Michaelmas daisies are blooming in big clumps in my back yard. I always feel guilty about not pulling it up, because it looks rather disheveled and weedy. But when it blooms, it's like white clouds buzzing with bees. The autumn clematis in the front is a giant white cloud of flowers, too, reminding why I put up with it all summer, when it's just a green monster trying to strangle everything else. It, too, is full of happy bees. I benefit the pollinators!
Normally I try not to talk too much about other people's medical stuff, although I'm pretty much inundated with it! But this is so surprising that I am going to tell--and I also got permission to talk about it, though I'm not going to with people in real life. The first thing that happened this morning was a call from Queenie, who had just come back from her new doctor. He wanted her to come in and see the results of the CAT scan of her stomach. It turns out that her stomach has squeezed itself entirely through the hiatal hernia, and is now resting atop her diaphragm, instead of below where it's supposed to be. It's bumping her lungs and heart. Good heavens! No wonder she hasn't been feeling right. The doctor was very relieved, because he had been afraid it was cancer. Queenie is just so glad to have a doctor who actually gives a damn, because her last one was so horrible I can't even tell you. I seriously wanted to take an express flight down there and punch his lights out. Anyway she still needs more tests, and probably surgery, but at least some kind of progress is being made. I would never even have imagined that something like this could happen.
Then I put some laundry in, went for a walk with the Sparrowhawk, did a little bit of writing, but not a lot. I'm stuck on another plot point, like Rabadash the Ridiculous hanging by his hauberk from a spike in the wall. Hopefully I will not turn into a donkey, though.
Normally I try not to talk too much about other people's medical stuff, although I'm pretty much inundated with it! But this is so surprising that I am going to tell--and I also got permission to talk about it, though I'm not going to with people in real life. The first thing that happened this morning was a call from Queenie, who had just come back from her new doctor. He wanted her to come in and see the results of the CAT scan of her stomach. It turns out that her stomach has squeezed itself entirely through the hiatal hernia, and is now resting atop her diaphragm, instead of below where it's supposed to be. It's bumping her lungs and heart. Good heavens! No wonder she hasn't been feeling right. The doctor was very relieved, because he had been afraid it was cancer. Queenie is just so glad to have a doctor who actually gives a damn, because her last one was so horrible I can't even tell you. I seriously wanted to take an express flight down there and punch his lights out. Anyway she still needs more tests, and probably surgery, but at least some kind of progress is being made. I would never even have imagined that something like this could happen.
Then I put some laundry in, went for a walk with the Sparrowhawk, did a little bit of writing, but not a lot. I'm stuck on another plot point, like Rabadash the Ridiculous hanging by his hauberk from a spike in the wall. Hopefully I will not turn into a donkey, though.
