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Never a Dull Moment -- No Matter How Much You Would Like One [Jan. 20th, 2016|05:33 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
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File under "I Did Not Need This". Saw Dr. Eyeball last week. She took a careful look at my retinas, found no activity, pronounced herself satisfied, and said to come back in eight months. So. I was sitting on the couch, reading, last night, and a serious retinal bleed occurred. The vision in my right eye is completely obscured -- I can't even read headlines though the haze of blood, and if it doesn't resolve some I may not be able to drive after dark. I did not bloody need this.

(We called the Joslin eye clinic this morning, and she said come right in. They dilated and examined and ultrasounded, and in the end thee's no retinal damage, just blood, which there's nothing really to be done about. Both reassuring and not. My lovely wife drove me there and back, thank Heaven, as it would have been quite beyond me.)

As long as I am complaining about health issues, during last week's exam, she mentioned that my developing cataracts are still manageable. I asked, so I could sort of set my brain, when I would have to think about having them done -- five years, ten years, twenty? Oh, no, she said, much sooner than that. So there's that to look forward to as well.

I'm doing PT for the Achilles's tendon rupture, and at least that's gong well. Mostly at this point it's stretching and working on flexibility and ROM. (Sorry, Range of Motion.) For a couple days the foot hurt as though someone had beaten it with a hammer, but Susan, who's done PT for a broken wrist, assured me that PT hurts. That's why, she said, people don't do it, and tell their doctor they did. Thank heaven that did clear up. I'm doing the little foot-wiggling exercises and seeing the therapist twice a week for the next two, three weeks, and we shall see.

I'm supposed to sleep in an upright position until I see the eye doctor in three weeks, to assist the blood in settling out. I'm going to try, at her suggestion, sitting in my wife's reclining Nanna Launcher, rather than propping myself up with pillows, but that means sleeping apart. Poo. I guess we can just pretend we're on Downton Abbey and have separate bedrooms like the aristocracy.

Just to put a nice cap on it, we finally have winter, after a temperate December, and it's threatening a foot of snow this weekend. I have no idea how I'm going to shovel the car out with this blessed boot on and my toes sticking out. This is definitely one of the times I sort of regret not having had children.

Well, ta, until the next whine.
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2016 [Jan. 4th, 2016|02:57 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
Happy New Year, all! (Within the bounds of possibility. No warranty implicit or explicit. May not be available in all areas. Your mileage may vary.)
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Weather: The First Full Day Of Winter 2015 [Dec. 22nd, 2015|06:51 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
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Boston Decembers are usually pretty warm -- I can only remember two or three white Christmases -- but this is sort of unusual. It's been in the 50s a lot, and Christmas Eve is supposed to be in the 60s. Apparently the global perturbations in weather patters has shifted the jet stream so that we're more south of it than north of it. So far I've tried to wear a jacket twice, both times a sweaty disaster, though we've had to light the furnace, hmmm, three times. Apparently last winter started out calmly, too, and then we got nine feet of snow in a month. I'll relax around April 15th. (Since the April Fool's Blizzard, April first is no guarantee.)

I'm taking a break from wrapping Christmas presents. I've got the lovely Mrs. Professor's done, except for various things supposedly in the U.S. Mail. (Since my family's celebration will occur on New Year's, I can just present anything that showed up late then.) I'm helping her wrap for her family, as she's still working a more than full schedule. As she's giving both of her brothers a quilt each, I have a challenge.

So Friday is Christmas. I realized I was an adult when I had to set an alarm on Christmas morning, and of course I'm as Christian as a cat, and if there was a historical Jesus he was probably born in June of 4 BC, but I'm still excited. Christmas!

If I don't get back here in the next two days, you all have a lovely Christmas, a festive Yule, and a responsible Saturnalia. Let the nog commence!
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Foot Update [Dec. 21st, 2015|06:34 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
Finally got an MRI (had to fight the insurance company for three weeks first) and saw the orthopedist again. As he thought, it's not a complete tear, but a partial, and ought to heal with care. I'm in this immobilization boot (black, knee-high, all black nylon, steel, and Velcro. So much Velcro.) for twelve weeks. Three of them are pretty much passed. I'm supposed to start PT after the New Year. In the meantime, I'm Hobble Boy.

Could be worse. Could be worse.
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Now We Are Six [Dec. 7th, 2015|06:38 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
ty one. That is to say, it's my birthday today. I'm 61. I want to know how the hell this happened.

In the meantime, we're going out to Bertucci's for a birthday supper.
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I've Got A Little List [Nov. 28th, 2015|10:15 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
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28 November 2015

So I have to wear this giant boot thing until I see the orthopedist on the ninth. There's no way I could get it on and off on my own; my lovely and very supportive wife is helping me off with it at night (and putting on a plantar fasciitus boot to sleep in), and on with it in the morning. My fear, of course, is further injuring the damn tendon carelessly. The boot has a wedge under the heel to hold my foot tilted down (and relax the tendon), which makes my left leg two inches longer than the right. I'm canted. I am getting pretty good at getting around with the thing, and I've been telling people I'm ready to sing with KISS.

I'm going to have to arrange for someone to cover me at coffee hour for the next few weeks, though; no way I can do all that running around and carrying in the time available. Tomorrow one of the committees is doing the event, so I have a little slack.

Thanksgiving was at my sister's. Just her and her husband, Janet and I, and my mother, who is now the official innkeeper to their second building. They were all impressed by my injury. Everything went surprising well. We did end up in a spirited political discussion, but it was my sister etc. saying that they didn't like Hillary because she wasn't liberal enough for them -- they're for Sanders. I can live with that.

My brother's wife is a Republican and a lawyer, but they were eating with her family. She hasn't attended any of our events for years, but so far no one has been wracked with sorrow at her spurning us. We did see her at her father's funeral this year, but from a number of pews back.

Respectfully submitted, the Professor.
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L Is For Lame [Nov. 25th, 2015|05:29 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
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Short form: I tore my Achilles's tendon.

Longer form: I friggerty tore my firggerty Achilles's friggerty tendon.

It had been a little swollen and tender since September, and I'd been favoring it. Monday I was walking to the subway to go to an appointment (diabetes doc), and I was limping along, and suddenly there was a painful electric SPROING in the leg. My foot went numb. The ankle didn't. We called our primary care yesterday, and they saw up this morning (not my usual, but a nice young man in the same practice.) Sent me for an X-ray, looked it over, and sent me to the orthopedist downstairs. (Most of my providers work out of the Carney, the local community hospital.) After examination, he told me to feel along the tendon to the bottom. "Feel that soft spot?", he asked. That's the tear. They're scheduling me for an MRI, to see if we can just let it heal or if I need surgery. In the meantime, I have a giant device on my leg to hold the foot a little down so the tendon isn't stretched.

Since there is a wedge in the boot, that heel is two inched longer than the other; I'm stumping along with a cane (also provided) and trying not to fall over.

This is just what I needed while job-hunting, going into the holidays. *sigh*
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Faith [Nov. 18th, 2015|09:30 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
So, Paris. A few days ago seven or eight terrorists attacked multiple targets in Paris, killing around 130 and blowing themselves up as an endgame. Once again, people have died because someone fantasized that their imaginary Sky Man would approve of their brutality.

I tell you now,and I tell you true. Faith is a disease.
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Milton! Thou Should'st Be Living At This Hour [Oct. 27th, 2015|09:28 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
As I was trying to go to sleep last night, my brain pointed out that the proper response to "Better to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven" is "Dude, narcissist much?"

No wonder I don't get all that much sleep.
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In The Hollow Of The Night, When You Are Cold And Numb [Oct. 19th, 2015|07:12 pm]
Professor Liddle-Oldman
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There is an old tired joke that if you don't like new England weather, wait ten minutes. The scale is actually a little larger than that, but not too much. We actually turned the heat on last night; the temperature fell below freezing in Boston, and there was frost on the car in the morning. This is unusual; we usually don't turn the heat on until nearly December. The real point is that it was only a couple of weeks ago that we were sleeping with the air conditioner on, to offset the muggy warmth.

Tomorrow -- oobleck.
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