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The house did not cool off overnight as much as I thought it would. That may mean that I break down and call a repairman soon, however, I'm going to reserve judgment and just see how the day progresses. If there is a strong breeze today, I may be able to get by. Last night was miserable however, as my Brazilian neighbors decided that they had to have a drunken guitar-led sing-a-long in Portuguese until almost 2 a.m. I ended up calling the cops on them because they wouldn't pipe down. I feel bad about it, but the cops did not ask me to identify myself, so there is no real way that they can know that it was me.
As far as the AC goes, it is not the thermostat or the compressor. The compressor kicks in just fine, however, the fan is not working. At least I've been able to troubleshoot it that far. Chris doesn't have a ride to come over and look at it, and, unfortunately, since I can't drive right now, I can't go over and pick him up. I'm fairly certain he could fix it, and his labor is already paid for many times over, it just irks me to have to call a real HVAC repairman because my handyman doesn't have transportation.
My pain comes/goes - and it moves around to different part of my body. Yesterday, my lower right quadrant was hurting, today it is my lower left quadrant. At least that lets me know that it is nothing specific, and that my body is just adjusting and healing naturally. The incision looks really good, however, no signs of pulling or infection, I can only hope that my innards are healing just as quickly.
I'm trying to go back on the schedule I'll have to keep once I go back to work, since I may be back there in another couple of weeks. I got up at 5 a.m., and will go to bed at 9 p.m. This is an hour later than the schedule I kept before, but if I wind up with the promotion, I won't be traveling to Michigan and won't have to get up that early. I suspect if I get the promotion, I may go back to my old 9:30-6 schedule, but we'll see. I've gotten kind of used to 6-3.
Since I'm up and around better, I'm trying to finish those last little niggling projects I've got laying around the house that I ignored while I was "living it up" prior to surgery. I lived, I've got to get back to the daily grind and be responsible. Playtime is over for the most part, although I definitely think that I will be trying to curb my workaholic tendencies when I go back to work. For one thing, I'm just not going to have the energy for a while.
Did a lot of research on my particular type of cancer yesterday. If my pathology reports come back as expected, I have decided to refuse chemotherapy. One of the biggest dangers to me as a diabetic is infection. I've had several that we were almost unable to knock out. Chemo decreases your resistance to infection, and I think that this side effect alone warrants using observation as my follow-on rather than chemo. Understand, I will do this only if my cancer was determined to be Stage I, which, by all indications, it was, as it had not spread beyond the ovaries. I discussed this decision with my dad, who agrees with me, and I will discuss this with my PCP the day before I see the oncologist.
Of course, in light of this decision, it means that I could have had the remaining procedures done, but hindsight is 20/20, and there was no way to make an informed decision while lying unconscious on the operating room table. After I lose the last 40-60 lbs., I will have the final surgery and I will be good to go. I have a feeling that with my malfunctioning ovaries gone, the hormonal imbalances that have contributed to my diabetes will be gone, and both my sugar control and my weight loss should progress very nicely.
Ciao for now.
As far as the AC goes, it is not the thermostat or the compressor. The compressor kicks in just fine, however, the fan is not working. At least I've been able to troubleshoot it that far. Chris doesn't have a ride to come over and look at it, and, unfortunately, since I can't drive right now, I can't go over and pick him up. I'm fairly certain he could fix it, and his labor is already paid for many times over, it just irks me to have to call a real HVAC repairman because my handyman doesn't have transportation.
My pain comes/goes - and it moves around to different part of my body. Yesterday, my lower right quadrant was hurting, today it is my lower left quadrant. At least that lets me know that it is nothing specific, and that my body is just adjusting and healing naturally. The incision looks really good, however, no signs of pulling or infection, I can only hope that my innards are healing just as quickly.
I'm trying to go back on the schedule I'll have to keep once I go back to work, since I may be back there in another couple of weeks. I got up at 5 a.m., and will go to bed at 9 p.m. This is an hour later than the schedule I kept before, but if I wind up with the promotion, I won't be traveling to Michigan and won't have to get up that early. I suspect if I get the promotion, I may go back to my old 9:30-6 schedule, but we'll see. I've gotten kind of used to 6-3.
Since I'm up and around better, I'm trying to finish those last little niggling projects I've got laying around the house that I ignored while I was "living it up" prior to surgery. I lived, I've got to get back to the daily grind and be responsible. Playtime is over for the most part, although I definitely think that I will be trying to curb my workaholic tendencies when I go back to work. For one thing, I'm just not going to have the energy for a while.
Did a lot of research on my particular type of cancer yesterday. If my pathology reports come back as expected, I have decided to refuse chemotherapy. One of the biggest dangers to me as a diabetic is infection. I've had several that we were almost unable to knock out. Chemo decreases your resistance to infection, and I think that this side effect alone warrants using observation as my follow-on rather than chemo. Understand, I will do this only if my cancer was determined to be Stage I, which, by all indications, it was, as it had not spread beyond the ovaries. I discussed this decision with my dad, who agrees with me, and I will discuss this with my PCP the day before I see the oncologist.
Of course, in light of this decision, it means that I could have had the remaining procedures done, but hindsight is 20/20, and there was no way to make an informed decision while lying unconscious on the operating room table. After I lose the last 40-60 lbs., I will have the final surgery and I will be good to go. I have a feeling that with my malfunctioning ovaries gone, the hormonal imbalances that have contributed to my diabetes will be gone, and both my sugar control and my weight loss should progress very nicely.
Ciao for now.
