Posts Tagged ‘parenting’

Look at these hard drives just dying in these streets.

One of the external hard drives supporting Bub’s gaming computer, and one of the things that makes him happiest in the world, seems to have… for lack of a better way to put it, “died of old age”. I’m currently having someone I know look at it to see if anything can be done to repair the mechanism by which it consumes power — I do science, not technology. It’s an old 1TB HDD from like… 2011 or 2012, I want to say, so it can’t just be dropped into new, functional hard drive casing. Best case, with the games that (are? were?) being shuffled onto our newest and largest hard drive, I’ve made room for some more games for Bub… and anything else that I might want — or need — to put somewhere! Everyone wins, but especially my wallet.

Being wired has its advantages, because re=downloading these games is not taking that long!

I got a whole lot of nice pictures of Bub.

Meanwhile, I am coughing much less than I had been… but I did cough to the point where I did something to one of my ribs over on my left side. I’ve been taking cough and pain medication as needed. I’m hoping that it’s nothing more than injury to the muscle and not injury to the actual bone. That would somehow be me…

At any rate, Bub did well! He is taller than me, but that is an absolute no-brainer as I am just under five feet tall. Every adult but one of them is, and has been, taller than me. It’s a rite of passage and is a fact of life.

Bub had his thirteenth well visit done yesterday!

I managed to get a lot of really nice pictures of him (since when do I not take nice pictures of the kids, though? like, in general?), he grew the several inches that I had completely and entirely predicted, and everything went smoothly. Everything has been going smoother for him since he started guanfacine and Risperdal, and the doses of both of those were fine-tuned to be both low and maximally therapeutic for him.

Stuff. Things. Lots of stuff with lots of things.

The coughing from the beta blocker has all but gone away! That’s the good part of this post, anyway.

The bad news (or news that is supposed to be bad, anyway) seems to be that the beta blocker is no longer working to bring down my blood pressure and pulse, although I am fortunate in that I don’t feel the squeezing of the chest sensations that I did leading up to seeking care for it. One can hope that I’m able to get in to see the cardiologist in a few weeks, I’m taken off of metoprolol anyway — even though I can finally spell metoprolol now — and am put on something better that works better that doesn’t risk making my albuterol not work or cause other tremendously unwanted side effects. (And coughing for weeks to the point that one has effectively lost their voice for around a week counts as a tremendously unwanted side effect.)

Bub has his thirteenth well visit with the pediatrician today, and then we have less appointments for awhile!

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