I’d prefer the encyclopedia, but there you go

Ah…I love Cake for Breakfast season….mmmmmm

Got my course evaluations for last term…once again, *dominated* the department with a 3.9/4, compared to the department average of 2.8/4  But my favorite part is always the comments, because I’m a praise-ho.  I think I got my best one ever this term:

“2. One of the best instructors I’ve ever had in my many many years in school. I would sign up for a class of Jim reading the phonebook.”

Heh.

The house is trying to tell me something….

There’s nothing quite so fun as stuff dripping from the ceiling.  Apparently, the icemaker hates me.  But, by tricking it into thinking it’s full, it doesn’t try to refill, and the leaking stopped…so it’s somewhere between the valve and the spout.  Haven’t butched it out yet, to see if it’s just a bad connection or whatnot.  But the temporary fix is working, so there’s no rush.

And now…700 degree weather incoming.

“Wow, that’s big!” in the Wrong Way

I hate it when the 4th of July falls on  a Wednesday; I mean…it’s almost *hard* to rationalize a five-day weekend.  Meh.

So, the eye appointment actually went well.  I just have a really big optic nerve, it seems…they want to check me more often than every five years, but my field of vision was OK, so glaucoma it was not. (my blind spots are bigger, because of my bigger nerves, but that’s why we have two eyes)

And the only problem I’ve had with the blended bifocals is…I apparently bop my head around when listening to music…so the world gets all wobbly.

Milestones

Laurie Joyce VanWinkle (nee`Edwards)
June 18, 1974–August 8, 2005
Happy Birthday, Monkey
Miss You.

Of finals and needles

They should never ask you how you feel on the morning you take a fasting glucose test, because the answer is *always* HUNGRY.  But, it came back <100, so all is well.  Except that they used Extra Cruel Tape, which managed to take a chunk of my skin with it.

And now, I enter into two days of intensive hand-to-hand combat with student Finals.  Got me two new red pens….’s gonna get messy.

Vision plan: squint

Well, I dragged myself into the eye doc after the headaches kept getting worse, and yes….my eyes are older.  I got the cool nearsighted/farsighted thing Mom has.

This being me, there had to be odd moments…my astigmatism is not only worse, but it has rotated.  In fact, it rotated during the astigmatism test.  And I have some new eye exercises to do, because lefty doesn’t like to point inward.  Bitch.

One more abnormality has me heading back there in a week or so (they’ll call me)…it’s one of those “It’s probably nothing…but we have this new Laser, so please come back”  Glasses in about two weeks.  w00t?

As the bruise ripens

For those of you who were curious, that particular bruise happened when my knee gave out on the stairs…I hit my hip, kind of bounce-slid, and landed on both knees on the landing.  Apparently, when they call it ‘hard’wood, they’re not kidding.

T-plus 4 days…it continues…the lividity on the knees is fairly amazing.  Everything really hurts…and, since I can’t take ibuprofen, naproxen or acetaminophen (and aspirin would be 17 flavors of stupid), I’ve got no pain meds (I can get by with some acetaminophen (Tylenol), but the liver stress of doing that plus handling the bilirubin is kind is extreme.  So, yeah…the knees totally suck, and the hip isn’t that useful, and I don’t have my NSAIDs.

Where’s daddy’s oxycodone?

Ow, he explained

So, sometimes the knee gives up…and sometimes-sometimes I find harder spots to land. Like this time. (Sorry about the size…I’m still getting the hang of the photo thing…)I expect it to get larger before it gets smaller, though…w00t for slow-healing!!!

Support, plants and hockey

So, it looks like I’ll be about 2/3 supported by research this summer, which means I’ll have a significant chunk of time off.  I should start planning the involved trips (should they occur) soon.

Michelle went nuts on the yard yesterday…killed a bunch of blackberries, removed the two dead trees from the front yard, planted a bunch of dahlias along the fenceline.  She’s a loon.  Mom’d like her.  She gets this scary gleam in her eyes when she uses the lopper.
Don’t know why I’m so tired this morning.  I blame hockey.