Slow connection today

"Slow" is a relative term, of course: but Verizon is claiming there are "billing issues" with the DSL account, although cattitude has evidence of last month's payment. So I'm on a dial-up line to Panix, meaning I'm going to be skipping the pretty pictures for now.

Slow connection today

"Slow" is a relative term, of course: but Verizon is claiming there are "billing issues" with the DSL account, although cattitude has evidence of last month's payment. So I'm on a dial-up line to Panix, meaning I'm going to be skipping the pretty pictures for now.

My heart is fine: good medical news

When I saw my GP a couple of weeks ago, I mentioned what felt like slight chest congestion. She listened to my heart, and referred me to a cardiologist just in case.

This afternoon, I saw the cardiologist. The nurse did an EKG (well, two, because the machine hiccupped the first time), and the doctor asked me some questions, listened to my heart with the stethoscope, and did an echocardiogram. Everything is normal. He's not going to do a stress test because, from what I said about my exercise habits and that I wasn't feeling the tight/congested moments while exercising, he doesn't think it would tell us anything.

I'm to go back in May, and talk to him again, just to confirm that all is well.

I also got to walk around Riverdale a little on an unexpectedly pleasant afternoon (in part because of a slight bus rerouting), and I bought a loaf of challah on the way home.

(My pulse was 62; I asked the nurse for the number because I realized that I had no idea of my resting heart rate. She checked it the same way you or I would have, by holding my wrist with her thumb on the vein, and looking at the second hand of her watch.)

I was amused that neither the doctor nor his staff had any trouble with my surname--the doctor did ask whether I spell Vicki with an e, because his staff had written it down that way--but the doctor mispronounced cattitude's and asked "What kind of name is that?" (the answer is "English").

(I am also amused that when I typed "re" into the "mood" field on LJ, it gave me "recumbent"; I was half-recumbent for the EKG, but am sitting up now.)

My heart is fine: good medical news

When I saw my GP a couple of weeks ago, I mentioned what felt like slight chest congestion. She listened to my heart, and referred me to a cardiologist just in case.

This afternoon, I saw the cardiologist. The nurse did an EKG (well, two, because the machine hiccupped the first time), and the doctor asked me some questions, listened to my heart with the stethoscope, and did an echocardiogram. Everything is normal. He's not going to do a stress test because, from what I said about my exercise habits and that I wasn't feeling the tight/congested moments while exercising, he doesn't think it would tell us anything.

I'm to go back in May, and talk to him again, just to confirm that all is well.

I also got to walk around Riverdale a little on an unexpectedly pleasant afternoon (in part because of a slight bus rerouting), and I bought a loaf of challah on the way home.

(My pulse was 62; I asked the nurse for the number because I realized that I had no idea of my resting heart rate. She checked it the same way you or I would have, by holding my wrist with her thumb on the vein, and looking at the second hand of her watch.)

I was amused that neither the doctor nor his staff had any trouble with my surname--the doctor did ask whether I spell Vicki with an e, because his staff had written it down that way--but the doctor mispronounced cattitude's and asked "What kind of name is that?" (the answer is "English").

(I am also amused that when I typed "re" into the "mood" field on LJ, it gave me "recumbent"; I was half-recumbent for the EKG, but am sitting up now.)

ooooh shiny!

I ordered some of elisem's new "Mary Pinckney's Flowers" earrings. They arrived today, and are as delightful as I was hoping.

They're the dark blue ones, second pair down in the middle column in this picture.

ooooh shiny!

I ordered some of elisem's new "Mary Pinckney's Flowers" earrings. They arrived today, and are as delightful as I was hoping.

They're the dark blue ones, second pair down in the middle column in this picture.

LJ and AIM

The Internet is a place where I can get into a conversation in which my answer to "How do you know David?" includes "I didn't even know his name was David."

LJ and AIM

The Internet is a place where I can get into a conversation in which my answer to "How do you know David?" includes "I didn't even know his name was David."

A dream fragment

Last night, I dreamed that Artemis had hunted and caught a starling (I think a youngish one). After she'd caught it, she was holding it down by one foot--in dream fashion, the foot was webbed, so this worked. During this time, the starling reacted by washing itself, cat-style, and I wished for a camera, because the total effect of Artemis looking calmly at the washing bird was very cute. Then it tried to get away, and she killed it by lying on it and suffocating it. (We're talking about an 8 or 9 pound [3.5 or 4 kilos] cat, who regularly stretches out on my chest at night.)

She remains a mighty hunter, and we praised her when I woke up and told cattitude this, and made a point of giving her plenty of lamb this evening to help keep her strength up, in case she has to hunt another starling.

(There was also a less-pleasant bit of dream, in which I took two checks [not large, I think total around $100] to the bank, intending to deposit part of the money and get part in cash, and the teller told me I couldn't, because I only had $6.73 in my account, and thus could only take out some random amount less than that. I was worried, in part because while my dream-self knew I didn't have a lot in the bank, it wasn't that little; I told the teller just to deposit the entire amount, then.)

A dream fragment

Last night, I dreamed that Artemis had hunted and caught a starling (I think a youngish one). After she'd caught it, she was holding it down by one foot--in dream fashion, the foot was webbed, so this worked. During this time, the starling reacted by washing itself, cat-style, and I wished for a camera, because the total effect of Artemis looking calmly at the washing bird was very cute. Then it tried to get away, and she killed it by lying on it and suffocating it. (We're talking about an 8 or 9 pound [3.5 or 4 kilos] cat, who regularly stretches out on my chest at night.)

She remains a mighty hunter, and we praised her when I woke up and told cattitude this, and made a point of giving her plenty of lamb this evening to help keep her strength up, in case she has to hunt another starling.

(There was also a less-pleasant bit of dream, in which I took two checks [not large, I think total around $100] to the bank, intending to deposit part of the money and get part in cash, and the teller told me I couldn't, because I only had $6.73 in my account, and thus could only take out some random amount less than that. I was worried, in part because while my dream-self knew I didn't have a lot in the bank, it wasn't that little; I told the teller just to deposit the entire amount, then.)