Peeking out from under my rock...
Jan. 25th, 2008 10:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishI seem to have been in an extremely passive mode here at LJ lately. I just realized my sixth anniversary, at least as far as posts, came and went. I have been terrible about commenting lately as well; for some reason, I've sort of gotten switched over to lurk mode, but I'll try to do better about that. So I hope nobody minds comments on older posts - I may have wanted to comment at the time, but was unable to for whatever reason. I have been posting periodically to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mylife_onceaday, but I get behind there too, sadly.
Part of it is I have just been pretty boring. I had three weeks off over the holidays, but we went nowhere, did nothing spectacular, so not much to write home about.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
runsamuck and I seem to be having a lot of fights lately. Nobody wants to hear about those, although they may show up here anyway, mainly because I need to vent. Part of the reason for us being irritable with each other is John has not been feeling well on and off probably since September. He had some recurring bronchitis for some time, occasionally having coughing fits so violent he threw up; around Christmas he took me aside and told me he'd started coughing up pink stuff. I didn't say anything then, but that really worried me - that's what happened to my mother before she passed away. Finally, when he went to the doctor (after much urging), they found he had an upper respiratory infection, also reaching into his eustachion tubes, probably from recurring aspiration of stomach acid when he's asleep. Asthma meds (bronchodilators) that let him breathe also relax other smooth muscle, including esophogeal sphincters. He woke up the other night coughing and retching, having inhaled a bunch of it; he felt he'd narrowly escaped Jimi Hendrix's fate. His doctor phoned yesterday saying he had been reviewing his file, and gave a few further details. Since his bronchi had become infected after being burned with stomach acid, it was probably a sign that his upper esophogeal sphincter may be wearing out. In the next three to five years, he will probably need surgery to replace it; John's first reaction to this was "With what?! I ain't got that many sphincters!" Apparently, it involves removing the damaged ring of muscle and moving the lower one (?) up. I've done a few searches about this but haven't been able to find any details. However, John says he's know someone who's had it, and will find out what to expect. So for now, he's on some antibiotics, and the doctor gave him some samples of Nasonex and other allergy meds.
Here at work, I'm been down in the 'scope room most every day, because the deadline for turning in mackerel ages is coming up. DP finally passed the mackerel otolith reading test a few weeks ago, so I have a little help now (I no longer have the dubious honor of being the only ager on the West Coast anymore, yay!). She's still getting up to speed on the actual aging though; it'll take a bit of time before she's really comfortable with it. As far as Billy & Mandy (no Grim), they just learned sardines, and the consensus between the more experienced readers is that they should be aging them for at least a year before they try learning another, more difficult species. And that's where I should be heading right now - I've got about thirty more to read, but it's nice catching up on all my podcasts that I've gotten behind on too; yesterday I listening to about four episodes of This American Life, and the day before, the same number of Anime Today. I think today it'll just be music. Off to it.
mylife_onceaday, but I get behind there too, sadly. Part of it is I have just been pretty boring. I had three weeks off over the holidays, but we went nowhere, did nothing spectacular, so not much to write home about.
runsamuck and I seem to be having a lot of fights lately. Nobody wants to hear about those, although they may show up here anyway, mainly because I need to vent. Part of the reason for us being irritable with each other is John has not been feeling well on and off probably since September. He had some recurring bronchitis for some time, occasionally having coughing fits so violent he threw up; around Christmas he took me aside and told me he'd started coughing up pink stuff. I didn't say anything then, but that really worried me - that's what happened to my mother before she passed away. Finally, when he went to the doctor (after much urging), they found he had an upper respiratory infection, also reaching into his eustachion tubes, probably from recurring aspiration of stomach acid when he's asleep. Asthma meds (bronchodilators) that let him breathe also relax other smooth muscle, including esophogeal sphincters. He woke up the other night coughing and retching, having inhaled a bunch of it; he felt he'd narrowly escaped Jimi Hendrix's fate. His doctor phoned yesterday saying he had been reviewing his file, and gave a few further details. Since his bronchi had become infected after being burned with stomach acid, it was probably a sign that his upper esophogeal sphincter may be wearing out. In the next three to five years, he will probably need surgery to replace it; John's first reaction to this was "With what?! I ain't got that many sphincters!" Apparently, it involves removing the damaged ring of muscle and moving the lower one (?) up. I've done a few searches about this but haven't been able to find any details. However, John says he's know someone who's had it, and will find out what to expect. So for now, he's on some antibiotics, and the doctor gave him some samples of Nasonex and other allergy meds.Here at work, I'm been down in the 'scope room most every day, because the deadline for turning in mackerel ages is coming up. DP finally passed the mackerel otolith reading test a few weeks ago, so I have a little help now (I no longer have the dubious honor of being the only ager on the West Coast anymore, yay!). She's still getting up to speed on the actual aging though; it'll take a bit of time before she's really comfortable with it. As far as Billy & Mandy (no Grim), they just learned sardines, and the consensus between the more experienced readers is that they should be aging them for at least a year before they try learning another, more difficult species. And that's where I should be heading right now - I've got about thirty more to read, but it's nice catching up on all my podcasts that I've gotten behind on too; yesterday I listening to about four episodes of This American Life, and the day before, the same number of Anime Today. I think today it'll just be music. Off to it.
