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22nd-Dec-2009 02:57 pm - echocardiogram
Today was my 3-month echo.

it is really, REALLY hard to believe that it has been over 3 months since i was diagnosed with heart failure. it still seems extremely surreal; i continue not to have any symptoms - or at least, not discernable ones. mild fatigue, ongoing occasional sleep apnea (which i just learned today may be associated). But none of the things they always ask about: dizziness, loss of breath, etc. even the irregular heartbeats are gone, although that is one of the things the meds were supposed to address anyway.

when they did the heart catheterization last september, i was told that my heart's "ejection fraction" was 30%. that means that my heart was only pushing out 30% of the blood in it with each beat. normal is apparently 55-75%. below 35 is an increased risk for heart attack or sudden death (according to the poster on the wall i saw today).

eep!

the sonogram-type thing they did today measured my ejection fraction, as well as using a color-doppler-like thing to look at the blood flow in my heart. as we were chatting, the technician mentioned that 10 or 20 years ago, people with weak heart muscles like mine (where the problem's not coronary artery disease but within the heart itself) only had one option. they were put on a heart transplant list and either given a transplant or died waiting.

EEP.

of course, now they have all these meds that help strengthen the heart and lower the load placed on the heart to give it time to heal. that is apparently what all the meds i am taking now are designed to do.

while i have to wait 2 weeks for the official report from the doc, the technician told me that, unofficially, he measured my EF at about 52%. "Just keep doing what you're doing," he told me.

i guess the meds are working!

my next scheduled appointment with my cardiologist isn't until june.

:)
21st-Dec-2009 04:38 pm - let's take a polly break.


she has a eileen prince vibe


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20th-Dec-2009 10:23 pm - On being an author groupie
In books, we'd found magical portals and steadfast companions, witnessed acts of true love and gaped at pure evil...
If we loved books, we were equally awestruck by their creators.   Novelists were clearly a different branch of Homo sapiens; an enlightened subspecies endowed with a monstrously overdeveloped understanding of the human condition and the supernatural ability to spell words correctly.

- Chris Baty (NaNoWriMo Founder)


I never intended to be an author groupie.  Never in my life did I sign on for such nonsense.  True, at age eight I named parts of my house and the surrounding woods after the locations found in Anne of Green Gables and the rest of the saga.  I memorized portions of The Story Girl and begged my parents to visit Prince Edward Island when going to Niagra Falls when ten. I may have practiced drawing Kilmeny (of the Orchard variety) through all of sixth grade math with Mr. Anderson, and my adult signature (practiced for purposes of fame in that same class) heavily bears that portrait's influence.

But it couldn't have been me who couldn't sleep for a month after reading Misery at the same age as Anne.  And I would never have been the kid to convince the other fourth grade students in my talented & gifted pullout program that we MUST perform Tom Sawyer, even though no one else had read it.  Or who had read Huckleberry Finn fourteen times by the time it was assigned in seventh grade. And it couldn't have been me whose favorite picture book at the library starred a little girl who was too lost in daydreaming to play games like hide-and-go-seek.  Or whose favorite book AND CD in middle school was Les Miserables and desperately, desperately believed that Eponine's life was her own (nothing like literature about the French Revolution to make those emo teen years easier! *headdesk*).  
 

So, okay. I guess maybe I should have seen this coming.  And Chris Baty definitely summed it up for me in the first chapter of his book with the passage quoted above.  It's not even that I've necessarily had meaningful contact with these authors, or learned something amazing from being in their presence.  In fact, in some cases it's been the absolute opposite.  I did nothing other than shriek and mumble when I met J.K. Rowling - way to go, self - and I was squashed in the melee that was the Breaking Dawn release in New York, only to clam up when I met Stephenie Meyer both there and in Chicago.  Nor had I anything to say to Neil Gaiman - what is there to say to a man who has written so much that is just practically perfect literature that he hasn't heard before?  No, the meeting itself isn't what is satisfactory. *

I think a huge part of loving meeting authors is that for most of my life, meeting any author was an absolute non-issue.  L.M. Montgomery had certainly passed by the time I read her books, let alone Samuel Clemens or Victor Hugo. I knew this, of course.  And then it never even occurred to me that I could have met any other authors as a child.  I mean, what do authors DO? They write.  It never occurred to me that they did anything else, ever, much like small children feel as if their teachers live at school ("Maybe she needs scissors!" panicked one of my friends seeing his teacher in the store at age five).  To be honest, it really didn't occur to me that authors have always done this until I saw John Green speak for the first time.  The woman sitting next to me remembered meeting Katherine Paterson in the same book shop when she was ten.


What I really love is the part where I'm in the crowd, usually somewhere close to the front because I'm terribly nearsighted, but in the same room and listening.  I don't have anything useful to say, myself, but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear.  I just love listening to an author read their own work - Neil Gaiman, Stephen King, John Irving, and J.K. Rowling are just wonderful at this.  They may or may not make the voices, but hearing what they emphasize is not necessarily the same as what I choose in my head, and it's not the same as an audiobook.**  I love the people who have thought of questions ahead of time and who actually have the guts to ask them, unlike the time I prepared to meet Stephenie Meyer and then couldn't spit out the second half of the question, even though she was very nice and asked me to.  I want to hear about the author's perception of the writing process, even though each of them says something fairly similar.  I want to hear how they feel when they're heavily edited, although there are only really two responses to that.  I love hearing why they made something happen a certain way in this or that book, or why this character is one particular way or another.  I want to hear what they're working on next, see what catches them off guard, know how their laughs sound.

All of that hasn't quite convinced me that they're all just normal people who happen to have the guts to write out the stories that play inside their heads.  No matter how humdrum they could seem (in theory - none of them have actually seemed humdrum), there is something in me that can't quite think of them as anything other than superheroes with a pen (or keyboard).  Their words on the page have a distinct voice in my head; I can hear a narrator's voice and timbre and inflection. Their words can utterly change the way I view the world.  There is something that makes these authors who they are and that allows them to reach inside me and to make me feel and breathe and cry because that writer wanted me to at that moment.   That's something incredibly powerful, and it is something amazing.  And I think I just want to be able to see a few of the people who have changed my life every day for as long as I can remember.

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* Except perhaps in the cases of meeting John Green, who is not only brilliantly funny, but also particularly normal and un-intimidating.  Probably because he spends a lot of time emphasizing that he's as big of a dork as anyone in there.  Meeting Hank was just as good - I couldn't get a word in edgewise because I was laughing my ass off as he talked about the role of feet in the Bible and in fetishes.
** Although I've never listened to Gaiman's, but they're probably perfect.  He's just like that. *kick/ sigh*.
WHAT TO EXPECT: THE THIRD DECADE.
BY SUMMER BLOCK KUMAR

- - - -

Keep in mind that all adults reach their developmental milestones at their own pace.
It is important not to compare your adult's rate of development to that of his peers.
The following list is meant only as a guideline and not as a cause for alarm.

By thirty-years-old, your adult will probably be able to...

Feed and maintain a house pet
Hold down a job
Maintain eye contact while speaking
Refrain from discussing high school
Cook a meal (three-course)
Make small talk
Forgive his family
Acknowledge other viewpoints (social)
Detect and respond to ambiguity
Finish school


Your thirty-year-old adult may be able to...

Make a martini (vodka)
Tie a half-Windsor knot
Drive a manual transmission
Refrain from discussing college
Get married
File his taxes (EZ form)
Remember 5-10 friends' birthdays
Acknowledge other viewpoints (political)
Get a flu shot
Give a toast
Install storm windows
Go back to school

Some advanced thirty-year-olds may possibly be able to...

Make a martini (gin)
File his taxes (standard 1040)
Make and keep dental appointments
Have a baby
Finish school
12th-Dec-2009 10:47 pm - more music spam!~!!!!!



KoKo Taylor - Queen of the Blues...
we lost her this summer.
i LOVED her voice!

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