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Kvetch, kvetch, kvetch

I'm in an unattractively pissy mood right now. If my bed weren't pushed up against a wall, I'd say that I woke up on the wrong side of it this morning. I think I need to whine a little. Feel free to go somewhere else if you don't like whining.

I had an eye doctor appointment today, because my contacts are aging rapidly and must be replaced. I had to take off work for this appointment, so no getting paid for those two hours. Halfway there, I realized that I had forgotten to bring along the name and phone number of my previous eye doctor in Chicago, and it was too late to turn around. So I got to the eye doctor, and I handed over my glasses (which I had brought with me) so he could take a look at the prescription.

Now, I know I'm myopic. I have been since I was seven. This is not news to me. So I really don't appreciate an eye doctor who walks back into the exam room and cracks, "Gee, you're lucky you have things in your eyes, or else you couldn't see at all, ha ha." Aww, thank you, Dr. Farrar. Have a Roman fig. On the exam goes, right through the numbing eye drops that make your eyes feel funny for a couple of hours, up to the point where the ordering lady reminds me that no insurance program will pay for contacts. Sigh.

I decided to sew scores today at work, and ended up wrestling with an oversized orchestral requiem that I had to go over twice. Got stabbed in the arm by the awls, too, because the score was so big.

And I had cramps all day today, the really annoying ones that acetominophen doesn't do a fershlugginer thing for.

I should be doing something productive right now, like writing or editing or thesis-reading, but it's too hot, and I have no will to do anything useful at the moment. And I'm in a bad enough mood that no reading, writing, or editing will come out well at all. I feel like I want chocolate, but I don't, really. I want tea, but it's too hot for tea. I don't even know what I want, but I want something.

Maybe I ought to just go to bed and hope that tomorrow will be not so rotten.


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Aug. 2nd, 2005 06:40 am (UTC)
I'm sorry you had such a bad day. Hope tomorrow you'll wake up on the (figurative) right side of the bed.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 01:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Today is already looking a little better. I get to go shopping for birthday presents for my little cousins today, and toy stores make me happy.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 01:42 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm glad.

Retail therapy always worked for me:)

Toy stores make me greedy, greedy for my childhood. I had SO MANY toys then, it's ridiculous.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 10:45 am (UTC)
Ah yes, I hope you made the right decision and went to bed. I love my bed. It always makes me feel better.

I have to say I read over that phrase "sew scores" several times before I realized what you meant. The word "scores" probably doesn't have the same automatic meaning for me that it does for you! Why do you have to sew them?
Aug. 2nd, 2005 01:41 pm (UTC)
Eventually I did go to bed. It has made a huge difference on my outlook this morning.

I've been using the word "score" to refer to both baseball and music for so long that I've forgotten that most people only use it to refer to baseball. Sorry. My summer job is at the music library, and one of the things I do there is help maintain the collection. When the library gets a new score (sheet music), we have to put it in a binding to preserve it archivally (if that's a word, which it is now). Dot could probably tell you far more about book conservation than I could. Most scores, if they come bound at all, come stapled in cheap paperback bindings. Many scores don't come bound to begin with. And if it's a score for an instrumental ensemble, they'll have the individual parts tucked in, and we don't want to lose those.

We buy library binders, which are acid-free cardboard with cloth tape spines. If a score has parts, I'll glue an acid-free pocket into the back. Then I cover the parts, and the score if it needs it, with an acid-free paper cover. I take out any staples, because those rust quickly and can destroy paper, and then I sew the parts to their covers and sew the score into the binder. It's a set pattern of four figure-eight stitches, and I use a couple of awls to punch the sewing holes and pin the score to the binder while I work.

Most scores these days come in either 8.5x11 or A4 paper sizes, but sometimes we get a facsimile of an orchestral work on massively large paper. The requiem I was sewing yesterday was as long as my arm, which makes it awkward to handle, and which is why I kept getting jabbed in the arm with the awls.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 01:45 pm (UTC)
Sorry to intrude on the conversation; that's really interesting. I learn something knew everyday from you!
Aug. 2nd, 2005 05:49 pm (UTC)
I thought it was pretty cool when they showed me how to do it. I'd never really thought about score conservation before.
Aug. 3rd, 2005 06:00 am (UTC)
I like BOOKS! Someone who studied Graphic Design in uni once told me that they have a book binding course they have to take. They learn how to hand-bind books. I believe they're taught the 'perfect bound' method so "they would have a better appreciation for a book and the process it took to create it". Plus, it could make a nice hobby.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 01:56 pm (UTC)
Wow..that's cool. And it sounds like a neat specialty, besides.

Owie on the armstab, tho...

Aug. 2nd, 2005 05:50 pm (UTC)
It's a good skill to have. The way I figure it, I can use as many skills as I can pick up. With an eventual Ph.D. in ethnomusicology, it'll be a good idea to have a few odd skills to sell while waiting for a professorship.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 12:21 pm (UTC)
Ah. Sounds like yesterday was one of those days where you should have just gone back to bed and written the whole thing off.

Your eye doctor is irritating me even just reading this! Good show of restraint on not slapping his smiley face ;-) I'm probably feeling it, though, because I'm still annoyed with my chemist. I had to go over on Saturday to get a prescription filled. I need the stuff for tomorrow morning and it was a long weekend so Saturday was the only time I could go. She first makes me wait ages, then comes back and says "Oh, we're out of that." I was so taken aback I just stared at her. Out of it?? She asked me when I needed it. Wednesday. "Oh, we're closed Monday for the bank holiday but sure come over Tuesday. Tuesday evening. I won't have it then either but I'll ask the delivery guy for something similar." Excuse me? You'll ask the delivery guy? Not to mention the fact that I do actually happen to have a job and can't just wander over on Tuesday. So I tell her that, through gritted teeth I might add. You know what she says then? "Maybe your mother could come over." My mother??? What am I? 12? Grrr. I was so annoyed. I muttered away to myself all the way home. I mean, it's not like she was telling me they had no fresh bread or something. And I get this from them every sodding month.

Sorry. Rant over.

So, contacts, huh? I really need to get them. I've worn glasses for years and I've tried contacts once or twice but can't get the hang of the things at all. I don't like the gritty feeling in my eyes. Of course, the last time the optician told me I had "unusually small eyes" and maybe that's why I was having trouble. LOL. He's lucky I found that funny!

I hope by today the cramps have eased. In that situation it's never too hot for tea. Tea, chocolate, bed and a favourite book you've read dozens of times :-)

Aug. 2nd, 2005 12:45 pm (UTC)
Scary fact, Dot: I had laser eye surgery to correct nearsightedness. It was terrifying but painless. And expensive.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 12:57 pm (UTC)
You did? That's something that's crossed my mind now and then but I don't know... I'm trying to believe you when you say it's painless but what terrifies me is the fact that my eyes would be open for it. I'd be looking up at them. I mean, even with the dentist at least I can close my eyes! There's also the fact that because it's such a new procedure they don't really know what the lasting effects are.
Expensive, yes. Very. It must have made a huge difference to you, though?
Aug. 2nd, 2005 01:04 pm (UTC)
I have mixed feelings about having had it done. Usually I'm glad, and if I were your age, I might be even gladder. But I'm old enough that I had bifocals before I had the surgery done. It corrected my distance vision. I have 20/20 vision there, but I still need glasses for reading, which I do a lot of.

Your eyes are indeed open for this surgery. They put numbing drops in them and give you a lot of tranquilizers. It lasts only a few seconds for each eye.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 01:48 pm (UTC)
I've occasionally thought that I might want to do that, especially since the techniques are getting better all the time. But I don't know if I'll ever be able to afford it. I've never seen an insurance plan that covered it.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 01:46 pm (UTC)
Ah. Sounds like yesterday was one of those days where you should have just gone back to bed and written the whole thing off.

I said much the same thing myself several times yesterday. "Today's the day I shoulda stood in bed," I told one of the musicologists.

I hate doctors who mock me even more than I hate the ones who don't believe that anything they do could possibly cause pain. But it sounds like you need a new chemist even more than I need a new eye doctor. The worst that can happen with the eye doctor is that I flip him off, but this chemist sounds like a ditz playing around with people's drugs, and, at least in the U.S., that sort of behavior tends to result in the sort of incidents that play on the six o' clock news with headlines like "Death in the Drugstore! Details after These Messages!"

I've had contacts since I was fifteen, and they've always worked for me. But if you like glasses, no reason to switch to something that hurts your eyes.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 02:01 pm (UTC)
On nearsightedness: Eventually, you may be fortunate, like my stepfather. He was extremely nearsighted. His vision finally DETERIORATED to being 20/20. It took until he was about sixty. Now, he no longer needs glasses. lol.

I hate mocking doctors, though. It's not funny, or cute.

And it's ridiculous that medical doesn't cover all health issues, from eyes, to teeth, to everything else.

It makes no sense.

Aug. 2nd, 2005 05:48 pm (UTC)
Eventually, you may be fortunate, like my stepfather. He was extremely nearsighted. His vision finally DETERIORATED to being 20/20.

I can only hope. . .

I called the lady who orders contacts today to tell her the name of my old eye doctor so she could ask him what brand of contacts I'd had. Turns out that Dr. Farrar didn't even write out a scrip for the contacts, since nothing's changed. So, because I couldn't remember the brand name, and the doctor didn't want to take five minutes to fit me for new lenses, this poor lady had to track down a doctor at a place that closed down last year. Fortunately, she found him in about half an hour. And she agreed with me about doctors who make nasty remarks. We both got to bitch about the doctor a little, which helped.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 05:39 pm (UTC)
Oh there is nothing more annoying than doctors who think they are ever so witty. Grrr. Don;t they have any courses in medical school that talk about respecting your patients? Apparently not.

It sounds to me like you deserve chocolate, tea and a nice soft comfy bed. And peace and quiet. I hope you got some.

But the stuff about the scores was really interesting. I did a bit of work in grad school in the archives department and I thought it was a blast--of course nothing stabbed me. Printing press (old one, mock-up of one from the 1600's) did close on my hand once. It hurt much less than I thought it would but I still screamed like a little girl just from the psychological factor.
Aug. 2nd, 2005 05:56 pm (UTC)
I think nowadays they have courses in respecting patients. I think they insituted them in response to people complaining about doctors like this guy. He clearly didn't have any.

So, did you end up with some fascinating bit of 17th century philosophy printed on your hand?
Aug. 3rd, 2005 01:33 am (UTC)
I did, actually. Some poem that I'd just finished typesetting that we were printing for someone event. It didn't come off for weeks. :-)
Aug. 3rd, 2005 01:54 am (UTC)
I hope it was a good poem. And that you got as much mileage as possible out of the incident (calling parental units to tell them about your new "tattoo," that sort of thing).
Aug. 3rd, 2005 12:41 am (UTC)
I think the eye doctor I saw Saturday was the brother of yours. He walks in and reads my medical history and literally lit up like the Sears Tower. Says, 'hellomynameissoandsoanddoyoureallyhaveSjogrens?' I answered I did...and he just went off like a tornado. He was so excited. Did I have plugs? What kind of eye drops? Did I want plugs? He could do them at the other office during the week. Just went on and on. I wanted to say 'stop you're scaring me!' but he managed to calm himself, though he did bring it up a few more times. Then he looked at my glasses prescription and fiddled with his equipment and said 'tell me when the two objects become side by side'..and I asked 'Which two? There are four' He got excited again, worst prescription he's seen blah blah. I had a migraine already and so he shines his little light in my eye until my migraine was riproaring bad and is amazed that even with that amount of irritation, he couldn't make my eye tear.

I went home and found my bed. Best place to be. I would have cried, but I don't make tears!

I kvetch with you.
Aug. 3rd, 2005 12:50 am (UTC)
What is Sjogrens? It sounds scary, and that doctor just makes it sound worse. The ones who treat you like a new toy instead of a person are the worst. I told my sister (who is starting nursing school next month) about it today, and she agreed with me about what an awful person Dr. Farrar was.

You gotta love the doctors with whom you end up having conversations that go like this:

DOC: (does something scary-painful)
DOC: Oh, be quiet. You're scaring the other patients.
ME: Well, it hurts.

I'm glad I didn't have a migraine yesterday. If I had, I probably would have just gone back to bed.

And nothing wrong with a good cry, even if you don't make tears. A few heartfelt wails usually do the trick anyway.
Aug. 3rd, 2005 01:07 am (UTC)
I would have gone back to bed, but Merry the conure broke my glasses. They fixed them, but I still need new ones. It will still take two weeks to get them, but at least the process is started.

Sjogrens is an autoimmune disease. Autoimmune diseases come with a buy 1 disease get 2 free special deal. I've played several times. The primary pain of it is the lack of saliva and tears, along with arthritis and other fun stuff. Not making tears or saliva = bad. But its an orphan disease and only recently have any drug companies started making drugs to treat it. Right now my eyes are very irritated and I have to keep dumping in eyes drops and my mouth is all swollen from lack of saliva. Its worse than normal because my allergies and asthma are bothersome. :/ *whines* I really should go hide somewhere until I can be cheerful again.
Aug. 3rd, 2005 01:17 am (UTC)
Ow. That sounds like a nasty thing to have. By all means, we shall kvetch together in lovely harmony.
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