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June 26, 2006

Now the Pills are Pink

Well, my golden idyll of little-blue-Pill-taking is at an end.  It was going so well...manageable cramps, no particular side-effects.  Except.  Today I had my yearly pap & pelvic exam and my blood pressure rang the bell at 148/98.  SCREECH!  I was a little stressed from seeing a different doc than usual, but nothing so bad as to justify my ridiculously high diastolic number.  So she took me off the Ortho-Tri-Lo, weep, weep.  In a couple of days (she said I could finish the cycle) I'll start taking the mini-pill, which is .35 mg of progestin and no estrogen. 

The main side effects of going progestin-only are:  possibly not getting any period at all (rock!), or getting weirdly timed periods or irregular bleeding (lame!) .  And, of course, possibly getting pregnant - if you don't take it at exactly the same time every day your chances go way up.  Just mentioning that in case some of you reading this are NOT infertile.  I'm, well, not particularly worried about that side of things.  The plus side is that it doesn't affect blood pressure or cause most of the other bad side effects of the pill.

I had a little pity party for my fat hypertensionated self, because I had been so happy to finally have a solution to my hell periods.  But now I'm somewhat cheered up again, after a really good sandwich from Panera (note: bad news seems worse if you're hungry when you're getting it).  Optimistically hoping that the stronger dose of progestin will make my cramps totally go away...as opposed to making my sex drive totally go away! 

June 15, 2006

Adoption Class

So a little while ago we went to an all-day class called "Our Rainbow Families," which was for families adopting transracially, internationally, or both.  Parts of it were great and parts of it were lame.  It was divided into a series of different hourlong presentations. 

Most of the ones that involved adoptive parents talking about their experiences were interesting, but came off a bit self-congratulatory and smug.  I don't know why people go to a country like China and are shocked, shocked to find that orphans live in poverty.  One comment was made that an office building where a meeting took place was so run down it was "like something from the projects."  Um, yes, I imagine it's exactly like something from the projects.  Huge chunks of the planet struggle with poverty that's even harsher than US-style poverty (which is plenty harsh), even with an economic miracle in progress. It seems to me that parents adopting internationally should have some respect & sympathy for the economic reality of their chosen country. 

Another (non-China) parent adopted a baby who had bad diarrhea that continued for a month after she brought him home - turned out to be lactose intolerance.  She mostly said positive things but she was upset that the diarrhea wasn't disclosed on the baby's referral health report.  

It was just little stuff but overall the tone of the parents made us uncomfortable. 

The adoptees panel was better - very informative.  The speakers were young women who'd been adopted internationally.  One gal was adopted from Korea and had a lot of interesting things to say about her expeirence of racism, her search for her Korean mother, and developing a Korean-American identity.  She said that she wishes she'd learned Korean, but as a kid she didn't want to have to go to class so her parents didn't make her.  She said it would have been different if the whole family was going to learn it (she had 2 brothers who were not Korean) but she didn't want to do it on her own.  That got us thinking about the whole language thing.

We're not very good at languages.  But when I think of all the cultural activities we could push our future daughter into enroll our future daughter in, language education seems like the most valuable.  Chinese dance is great for making a girl feel cool and special, but it won't necessarily help her connect with other Chinese or Chinese-American people.  Whereas being able to go to China and talk to people will be huge.  Or even just walking around Chinatown on the weekend and being able to read the signs and chit-chat with folks who haven't learned English yet.  So we've decided we are going to make sure she learns Chinese as a second language (not sure yet if Mandarin or Cantonese--will have to see what's spoken in her native province and then see if that makes sense from a practical standpoint).  But we're going to learn it too - badly I'm sure, but we want to be able to say a few things in Chinese by the time we go, and we want to learn with her as the years go by.

The other thing we're going to start before we go over there (and heaven knows we have plenty of time, we're not even LID yet) is Tai Chi.  We're too old and fat for Shaolin Kung Fu, but we're hoping the kid will want to pursue it because we love martial arts and various famliy members practice Aikido, Karate, and what have you.  We figure it'll be better if we all pursue Chinese cultural stuff together, rather than hang a little sign on her that says "Chinese."

We had a lot of vague notions rattling around our heads about how to teach our future child about Chinese culture without making her feel alienated, and hearing this particular gal talk really helped us in our thinking. So that was very useful.

The other two useful parts were a pediatrician who talked about how to evaluate a medical report and generally how to assess a child's health when they're in an orphanage.  He had some useful tips about what kind of med kit to bring with you when you travel.

Our favorite part of the whole thing was a very impressive developmental psychologist who specializes in the effects of orphanage life.  She does assessments for one of the local hospitals and we're definitely going to bring our future kid to her.  She herself spent the first 5 years of her life in a Korean orphanage, so a lot of the dire things she was saying were tempered by the fact that she's standing up there, with a PhD, obviously having caught up despite the long time in the orphanage. (other than height, possibly-she was quite petite)  She showed video of 3 kids with different levels of developmental problems and then showed the same kids after 6 months of therapy, and they'd all improved dramatically.  Overall it was a great session, pointing out the likely problems in motor and cognitive development and what the solutions to those problems are.  No horror stories, just a lot of good informative stuff.  So that was really terrific and made up for some of the crappier sections.

Lastly, the chairs were SO HARD that by the end of the day you could see everyone shifting their butts around trying in vain to get comfortable.  But they had cookies and snacks, and those were good.  So not such a bad day after all, but we were glad to finish it.  This was the last requirement for our home study, and we did it a few weeks ago, so we're hoping the finished report will be arriving soon.

June 11, 2006

Writing a First Draft...Ye Gods, it Sucks

It's good that I'm actually getting my teeth into the book, and putting words on disk, but I hate having to push forward through the most incredibly crappy dialogue ever. Bad diologue is painful enough to read when someone else wrote it.

I totally rock at plotting.  I'm pretty good at characterization.  I can generally muddle my way through scene structure.  And I suck like an industrial-grade Hoover at dialogue.  I suppose this is what I get for spending my formative years writing poetry.

Unfortunately, as with so many things in life, the only way out is through.  So I'm putting my clunky, blather-laden scenes down on paper so I can push my fairly engaging characters through my cool plot arc/meat grinder and watch them come out at the other end, deeply changed, yet-still-flawed, with nothing memorable to say for themselves.

Then I'll do a second draft and hopefully learn something about dialogue between now and then. In the meantime, I soldier on.  The knitty among you will understand how I feel  about this when I say:  Imagine knitting your first Fair Isle sweater, using colors you hate, in a yarn that catches on your skin a little bit. And knowing that you can't switch to the pretty, soft yarn until you've mastered the pattern and are ready to knit a second sweater.

Partly in the service of my terrible first draft, and partly because it's fun, I've been reading the wonderful Jane Espenson's blog. She wrote a lot of the funniest Buffy episodes, and her blog is full of succinct lessons about writing.  In particular, she breaks down bits of dialogue and explains exactly what makes them work, or not work.  There's also nice slices of LA life in there, and answers to all kinds of interesting questions about how to make it as a TV writer. Writers of all stripes should check it out.  

June 05, 2006

Who Am I Kidding?

I've had the "What I'm Reading" thing on my sidebar for a while.  It's a nice feature on a blog - I always like to see what others are reading.  And it gives me a way to plug one of my favorite sites, LibraryThing.  (Feel free to browse my library here...I've only got about 200 books entered so far, out of something like...hm...wild guess...1000?)

The problem is, when I'm busy or have a lot on my mind, I don't read.  Then when I'm in the mood to read again, I pick up whatever book seems interesting, and read it until I get bogged down again.  So I never finish anything and I'm currently reading something like 12 books.  

To combat this, I cleared a shelf next to the couch in the library (aka my study) and put all the books I'm currently reading on it.  I'm not going to look at anything new until I've finished at least half the books on that shelf.

Sheesh, part of why I bailed out of grad school was that reading had become a chore.  It sucks that it's now become a chore when I'm doing it just for fun.


 

June 01, 2006

Yay Drugs! Woo woo drugs!

The dentist seems to have actually cogitated about the situation during the two weeks since my horrible horrible crown-making experience, so he gave me nitrous oxide this morning when he put the permanent crown in.  It didn't make me goofy at all (it was a mix of nitrous & oxygen designed to keep me calm but not knock me out or make me sleepy--I guess they can also knock you out with it).  It also didn't take away all of my anxiety - not nearly.  BUT it made it so that my usual dental-anxiety-management tricks actually worked.  Those tricks include: breathe through my nose, close eyes, think about pleasant things, pinch myself (to redirect my brain to a different part of my body), wiggle toes.  When I started being afraid that I'd choke, at one point (they have to pack some cotton around the tooth to keep it dry while they work, ech) I reminded myself that I had an oxygen mask over my nose, so it didn't matter if I could breathe through my mouth anyway.  So, yay.  He also said that he can have me take a valium an hour before a particularly tough procedure.  So I think I may stick with this guy, even though it took 5 shots of novacaine to numb me this time!  But I'll decide that a little later.

Thanks to all for the tips & encouragement...I'm SO glad I'm done with this freakin' thing.