BroadBean of Celeste
Jan. 11th, 2023 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI haven't felt inclined to post because of being tired at night. Also on Monday, I was feeling pretty grumpy after TWO AND A HALF HOURS of that Zoom class on grandparenting that the Philosopher really wanted us to watch. It was taught by a cheery, perky nurse. We had to introduce ourselves and say what we were hoping to learn. I said that if I learned anything, it would be a pleasant surprise. It wasn't very nice of me, but I think she understood, based on the fact that we have four children and three grandchildren already. Not my first rodeo. I learned ONE thing: if you're putting your kid in a car seat, don't have them wearing a big puffy coat, because it will create de facto slack in the harness as it compresses under stress. I hadn't thought of that. The rest of it was just excruciatingly boring and such an effort not to roll my eyes pretty much all the time. At the end, we got a brief video tour of the hospital, and that was nice because that's where the kids will be having their baby, so now we can visualize.
Other than that, there were so many unexamined premises that made me gnash my teeth. I was thinking "citation needed" all the time. And it was infuriating to be instructed about things I knew fifty years ago, but had to FIGHT for from the medical establishment of those times. As with many other medical things, they want you to believe that the doctors of old were false gods, and their oracles gave mistaken messages, but these doctors here, in the modern times, are the real gods, and they are 100% right about everything and you should revere them as such. And they never actually admit to having been wrong back in the day, either. Oh well. The good part is that your baby will most likely survive anyway. We learned from the Philosopher that they haven't decided yet when to invite people to come and see the baby, after it is born. Maybe not till March . . . MARCH!! I have to respect their wishes, but I'm not happy about that.
Yesterday should have been memorialized, because the sun came out. I felt almost manic. Today it was dark again in the morning. I went over to the bookstore cafe and got Madame a latte and her favorite sandwich, and went to her house so we could have coffee and lunch. I got a better picture of the problems involved with her being at home in her current condition. The house is a tri-level, with no bathroom on the main floor. She needs a walker to get around. You do the math . . . . She says she knows she needs to move, and I was glad to hear her say it, because clearly it is true. However, the practical problems of doing it seem to rise before her like an insurmountable wall. It is frustrating not to be able to help. But I distracted and amused her for a couple of hours, which is something. Got home, worked on the book, felt cranky and hungry. Made spaghetti sauce with mushrooms and Italian sausage, ate, and then felt horribly sleepy and thus did not accomplish much until the Sparrowhawk returned from the gym.
Other than that, there were so many unexamined premises that made me gnash my teeth. I was thinking "citation needed" all the time. And it was infuriating to be instructed about things I knew fifty years ago, but had to FIGHT for from the medical establishment of those times. As with many other medical things, they want you to believe that the doctors of old were false gods, and their oracles gave mistaken messages, but these doctors here, in the modern times, are the real gods, and they are 100% right about everything and you should revere them as such. And they never actually admit to having been wrong back in the day, either. Oh well. The good part is that your baby will most likely survive anyway. We learned from the Philosopher that they haven't decided yet when to invite people to come and see the baby, after it is born. Maybe not till March . . . MARCH!! I have to respect their wishes, but I'm not happy about that.
Yesterday should have been memorialized, because the sun came out. I felt almost manic. Today it was dark again in the morning. I went over to the bookstore cafe and got Madame a latte and her favorite sandwich, and went to her house so we could have coffee and lunch. I got a better picture of the problems involved with her being at home in her current condition. The house is a tri-level, with no bathroom on the main floor. She needs a walker to get around. You do the math . . . . She says she knows she needs to move, and I was glad to hear her say it, because clearly it is true. However, the practical problems of doing it seem to rise before her like an insurmountable wall. It is frustrating not to be able to help. But I distracted and amused her for a couple of hours, which is something. Got home, worked on the book, felt cranky and hungry. Made spaghetti sauce with mushrooms and Italian sausage, ate, and then felt horribly sleepy and thus did not accomplish much until the Sparrowhawk returned from the gym.
