Report of 23 Feb 2014
Good afternoon!
I am sitting on our balcony, the Bay of Bengal is visible and it is time to write. My hiccups are a little weird, but they are easing up. Actual hiccups, not metaphorical.
We are in our new apartment. Real estate in Chennai is prohibitively expensive and it made sense to rent for a bit, but I love our new place. It is a new apartment - houses being even more unaffordable - and has a nice view. It is nice to not have to deal with a landlord, though our previous landlord was really quite nice.
We had a bunch of relatives over last week, ostensibly for a house-warming but in reality to celebrate the 75th, 80th and 85th b'days of some aunts and my Dad. Scott and I had a spectacular time with the family, and it was cool to have younger nieces and nephew there. We ate the freshest possible fish provided by the Kovalam Banyan security man's mother, a fish vendor. The cake was from a bakery that trains underprivileged folks, and was yummy.
Work has been fine. This last week was the week of the Cantankerous Doctor (that would be me): several things I ordered had not been done, excuses were given and I was extremely grouchy. One of our patients - who, as with several others, really has no family to speak of - has continued to have seizures in spite of meds and I'd asked the neurologist of the possibility of liquid meds as the tablets (crushed) appeared to lose efficacy in the crushed form. The neurologist had agreed to liquids for a week or so, and these were then not given. 2 days ago, the patient seized again and I was furious: the only good thing that would come out of this, then, is that physician orders would be carried out henceforth - hopefully. They are called physician orders, not requests or entreaties or wishes.
Scott and I caught up on a bunch of movies; I did not care for "12 years a slave" and might be the only one. I thought "Django Unchained" did a much better job of conveying the horrors of slavery. I enjoyed "Monuments Men" as it so typified the spirit of the U.S. - do the right thing, never say die - and was similar to "Argo." We also saw a couple of Tamil flicks and enjoyed one.
The boys are well and stay in touch when inclined. They have made us proud in the choices they have made, and we are privileged.
Unw -
R
I am sitting on our balcony, the Bay of Bengal is visible and it is time to write. My hiccups are a little weird, but they are easing up. Actual hiccups, not metaphorical.
We are in our new apartment. Real estate in Chennai is prohibitively expensive and it made sense to rent for a bit, but I love our new place. It is a new apartment - houses being even more unaffordable - and has a nice view. It is nice to not have to deal with a landlord, though our previous landlord was really quite nice.
We had a bunch of relatives over last week, ostensibly for a house-warming but in reality to celebrate the 75th, 80th and 85th b'days of some aunts and my Dad. Scott and I had a spectacular time with the family, and it was cool to have younger nieces and nephew there. We ate the freshest possible fish provided by the Kovalam Banyan security man's mother, a fish vendor. The cake was from a bakery that trains underprivileged folks, and was yummy.
Work has been fine. This last week was the week of the Cantankerous Doctor (that would be me): several things I ordered had not been done, excuses were given and I was extremely grouchy. One of our patients - who, as with several others, really has no family to speak of - has continued to have seizures in spite of meds and I'd asked the neurologist of the possibility of liquid meds as the tablets (crushed) appeared to lose efficacy in the crushed form. The neurologist had agreed to liquids for a week or so, and these were then not given. 2 days ago, the patient seized again and I was furious: the only good thing that would come out of this, then, is that physician orders would be carried out henceforth - hopefully. They are called physician orders, not requests or entreaties or wishes.
Scott and I caught up on a bunch of movies; I did not care for "12 years a slave" and might be the only one. I thought "Django Unchained" did a much better job of conveying the horrors of slavery. I enjoyed "Monuments Men" as it so typified the spirit of the U.S. - do the right thing, never say die - and was similar to "Argo." We also saw a couple of Tamil flicks and enjoyed one.
The boys are well and stay in touch when inclined. They have made us proud in the choices they have made, and we are privileged.
Unw -
R
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