Funny how so many of my Tamoxifen problems have seemed to gotten better all by themselves. I'm so grateful that my gynecologist asked me to wait three months. I think the swimming has helped. I'm still not sure about my cycle. It did some funky stuff and I'm kind of waiting to see what's next in store for that but at least that's a "symptom" that is annoying at worst.
I did 46 laps this morning without stopping. Then 4 more without the fins to round it off to 50. I also did 50 on Friday, going away this weekend.
On Wednesday, I took my complaining Little One to the ped because she said her foot hurt. He wasn't too concerned. Xray? Perhaps a good idea. We had a green stick fracture with Talia and a sprain with Ronnie. Guess it's Davina's turn!
Now here is the dilemma; if it needs casting, we do better going to Illkirch which is equipped but kind of far. I took Ronnie straight there because I was sure he'd need something done. With Davina, it was less obvious. The temptation is to go back to Adassa, which has no orthopedic or emergency dept. but, Dr. N. and his partner can get someone in there faster. Taking anyone to Hautepierre is out of the question unless it's a dire emergency. That's where they almost sent me to give birth to Talia and I pitched a fit that was only appeased with sending me to Dr. N. I waited there for hours with Talia's broken arm. It seriously ranks lower than Strauss in my book!
I asked Davina, since she's old enough. We can do your X-ray at Adassa, nice and close, and hope it's not broken OR drag down to Illkirch. Don't let me influence you!
Davina couldn't get in till the next day but it's like 300m from her school. She was fascinated with the equipment, as she always is with medical stuff. They did the X-ray and I was wondering which doctor we'd see.
I was back in Dr. N.'s office, looking a bit brighter than when I found out I had cancer, thanks to his opening the shutters a bit more. I think I've never seen his office looking so cheery! I sent Davina in first and he immediately said that she was fine. Nothing was broken.
I said to Davina in English (since I now know he understands) "This is who plays volleyball with Aleksander's Papa" and he laughed. "They're together in Talmud Torah". Dr. N. looked confused. "No, his wife is Jewish, not him and our kids are in the same class." He still looked confused. "Talmud Torah? Religious class!"Then he got it.
I told him I'd see him in exactly a week. He mentioned in conversation that his schedule got messed up due to an uncle who died and he had to attend the funeral in California.
"You have relatives in California??"
"Yes, outside of San Francisco, a small place..."
"Where? I'm from outside of San Francisco."
"Do you know Lafayette?"
"I'm from Walnut Creek."
"I know where that is! I took the train to San Francisco."
"Yes, the next stop after Lafayette. You mean BART."
"Yes, the BART train..."
Then he lists all of his family members, what speciality they're in and at what hospital, including one where my sister was born. Most of them were, also radiologists.
"Okay, I know about medical families but was that 4 or 5 of you in the same speciality?" I think I'm in the presence of someone from the Royal Family of Radiologists, on three continents!
He looks at me in all seriousness and says "Well, my brother-in-law is a cardiologist..." I really tried not to burst out laughing.
I glance at Davina, being completely ignored, but looking highly entertained with it all. She knows Lafayette as being where Grandpa works. I had to mention it. IF any had high schoolers, they probably had my stepdad.
My mom was actually really thrilled to hear about this as her radiologist is overdue to retire. Next time, I'll ask, not necessarily for one of his many radiologist relatives but simply a recommendation at that hospital. But it would be novel if it were one of his relatives; my being treated by him in France and my mom by his cousin or whatever, back in California? We just need an insider suggestion.
My appointment is in a week. So dreading it!
I did 46 laps this morning without stopping. Then 4 more without the fins to round it off to 50. I also did 50 on Friday, going away this weekend.
On Wednesday, I took my complaining Little One to the ped because she said her foot hurt. He wasn't too concerned. Xray? Perhaps a good idea. We had a green stick fracture with Talia and a sprain with Ronnie. Guess it's Davina's turn!
Now here is the dilemma; if it needs casting, we do better going to Illkirch which is equipped but kind of far. I took Ronnie straight there because I was sure he'd need something done. With Davina, it was less obvious. The temptation is to go back to Adassa, which has no orthopedic or emergency dept. but, Dr. N. and his partner can get someone in there faster. Taking anyone to Hautepierre is out of the question unless it's a dire emergency. That's where they almost sent me to give birth to Talia and I pitched a fit that was only appeased with sending me to Dr. N. I waited there for hours with Talia's broken arm. It seriously ranks lower than Strauss in my book!
I asked Davina, since she's old enough. We can do your X-ray at Adassa, nice and close, and hope it's not broken OR drag down to Illkirch. Don't let me influence you!
Davina couldn't get in till the next day but it's like 300m from her school. She was fascinated with the equipment, as she always is with medical stuff. They did the X-ray and I was wondering which doctor we'd see.
I was back in Dr. N.'s office, looking a bit brighter than when I found out I had cancer, thanks to his opening the shutters a bit more. I think I've never seen his office looking so cheery! I sent Davina in first and he immediately said that she was fine. Nothing was broken.
I said to Davina in English (since I now know he understands) "This is who plays volleyball with Aleksander's Papa" and he laughed. "They're together in Talmud Torah". Dr. N. looked confused. "No, his wife is Jewish, not him and our kids are in the same class." He still looked confused. "Talmud Torah? Religious class!"Then he got it.
I told him I'd see him in exactly a week. He mentioned in conversation that his schedule got messed up due to an uncle who died and he had to attend the funeral in California.
"You have relatives in California??"
"Yes, outside of San Francisco, a small place..."
"Where? I'm from outside of San Francisco."
"Do you know Lafayette?"
"I'm from Walnut Creek."
"I know where that is! I took the train to San Francisco."
"Yes, the next stop after Lafayette. You mean BART."
"Yes, the BART train..."
Then he lists all of his family members, what speciality they're in and at what hospital, including one where my sister was born. Most of them were, also radiologists.
"Okay, I know about medical families but was that 4 or 5 of you in the same speciality?" I think I'm in the presence of someone from the Royal Family of Radiologists, on three continents!
He looks at me in all seriousness and says "Well, my brother-in-law is a cardiologist..." I really tried not to burst out laughing.
I glance at Davina, being completely ignored, but looking highly entertained with it all. She knows Lafayette as being where Grandpa works. I had to mention it. IF any had high schoolers, they probably had my stepdad.
My mom was actually really thrilled to hear about this as her radiologist is overdue to retire. Next time, I'll ask, not necessarily for one of his many radiologist relatives but simply a recommendation at that hospital. But it would be novel if it were one of his relatives; my being treated by him in France and my mom by his cousin or whatever, back in California? We just need an insider suggestion.
My appointment is in a week. So dreading it!
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