But, there's a bit of news: I got the real letter from the president today! A valiant effort had been made to personalize it, which I do appreciate. And the handwritten note at the bottom congratulated me about the NERDI invitation. The title change won't go through until the summer, but I'd expected that.
Otherwise it's been meetings, meetings, meetings, midterms, midterms, midterms, and medical mysteries. Beaker's not responding to the insulin he's just been put on. At all. Meanwhile, I seem to have some sort of nasty UTI-like thing that's laughed at two antibiotics so far. My primary care doctor (whom I need to stop seeing) is giving up. Current plan is to call my RE's office, make that damn appointment (hey—am I trying to get pregnant, or what? why have I not called them yet?), and talk with the tough smart nurse about what I should do next about my, um, current symptoms. (I don't even trust the primary care doc to refer me to the right person at this point.) Yes, it's a different biological system. But it's the same vicinity. And heck, don't they pull out the dildo-cam every time I go in there anyway?
Oh, and there are cheap enough airfares that I'll be going back to Weatherwood this weekend. Annajane is getting out of the hospital. She wasn't in the other nursing home long enough to keep a bedhold, but they've found her a place in a different nursing home. I'll be able to go along on Nanna's first visit to the new home and to help bring Annajane's stuff over. On the phone, my mother still sounds like she's in much better shape, but the admissions officer at the new home had been told things by the hospital social worker (an "elopement attempt" a few days ago?) that made her very worried about accepting Annajane.
Go read Rosemary Quigley's diary at Slate. She's an assistant professor of medical ethics who has cystic fibrosis and who just got a lung transplant—at the hospital where she teaches. It's pretty weird seeing something written by someone whose life hybridizes mine and Beaker's... and scary to see how sick she got before the transplant, and how cautious that's left her about hope. A while ago she wrote a fascinating article on CF families in Ireland, looking especially hard at the reproductive dilemmas they faced.