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The Perfect Storm
When I was pregnant with my number two child, Mr. Monk, I suffered Deep Vein Thrombosis (aka blood clot) : my entire left leg was swollen before I realized it was not a muscle strain that’s been causing me excruciating pain, but rather something that could be life-threatening. My Obgyn immediately sent me to the emergency room – yes I drove myself (but I was not having a heart attack so I was not as crazy as this other gal I know…) and they put a filter into my aorta so no broken pieces of the Titanic-sized blood clot would get into my heart and stuff.
It only happened because the stars were lined up just so. A perfect storm so to speak.
Turned out I have a genetic disorder #$^%@%* that makes it easier for blood clot to form if my body has extremely low level of folic acid.
The amount in prenatal vitamins would have been more than adequate to prevent that.
By then I had been throwing up for about four months so no, I was not absorbing my prenatal vitamins properly, and I was severely undernourished, sustaining mostly on Gatorade. (Btw, I bet severe “morning sickness” would have been qualified for disability IF men could get pregnant…)
Your blood turns thicker when you are pregnant due to female hormones.
I was also extremely dehydrated which did not help with the blood thinning department.
Long story short: everything worked perfectly and BOOM! I had DVT, blah blah blah.
Why am I telling you this now? Because once again, the stars have aligned perfectly:
New job (my company was acquired)
+ New office
+ Two computers to deal with
+ Two systems
+ Two business processes
+ Two to-do lists
+ Longer commute (including my “I am on a fucking boat” moments, yes, I realized that)
+ Longer hours expected
+ Same kids
+ Same husband
= STRESS
STRESS = TEETH CLENCHING (which I did not realize I do all the time until now) = Massive and Rapid Bone Loss in My Teeth = Oral surgery to be expected
It is not like I have been having nightmares about losing all my teeth since I was young…
Head. Meet desk.
Hello, more stress. Nice to see you show up with more of your friends. Just come on in. Move right in. Mi case su casa.
So here is what I have… I found this blogger who has quite a few cartoons with cultural/social media commentary that make me:
OMG. ROTFL. DNPMPL. ITA. FML. IYKWIMAITYD.
Mr. Dave Walker actually encourages bloggers to embed his cartoons on their blogs. He has been doing this since 2005 and is probably one of the first people online to understand the concept of Sharing is loving...
So I am sharing this because Dear Internet, I love you, and I miss you, but I really need to prioritize the many things on my plate and focus especially on the ones that will help ensure I continue to have good dental insurance…
I am taking cover and waiting for the storm to be over.
Source: Cartoons by Dave Walker. Find more cartoons you can freely re-use on your blog at We Blog Cartoons.
Jet Lag is a Bitch
It’s 2:46 am here in Taipei. I have been awake since 1, lying quietly next to the exhausted boys who passed out at 8 pm, which means they’ll be up and ready to go any minute now.
Jet lag sucks ass when you are traveling with kids.
I am also typing this on my stupid iPhod with my nose hovering above the screen because genius here packed a pair of glasses with NO prescription when my eyes are so effing bad (9.80 and 10.20). Wearing contact lenses 24/7 is simply not an option for me; I’d be blinking the whole day like Sarah Palin, I mean, winking.
I still have some work to do for work, and I would have gladly been working on them except I don’t know how to work on Excel while you are effing half- blind.
Except the above loser glitch, and the fact it’s going to rain the whole week, everything is nice. It’s nice to be here with my folks. Awesome to rub the tummy of my nephew’s wife (Yes, that means I’m going to be a GREAT aunt soon… Shut up! If I’m a great aunt, you all are great aunts and uncles according to the Chinese rule of familial osmosis.). Awesome to see my 12-year-old hovering above my parents (I’m the black sheep in my family: different in every way including effing poor eyesight). Wonderful to watch my dad watching Mr. Monk eating and my oldest doing homework with a content smile.
I’m being a bad blogger. I thought I should drop you this note and let you know why it is all quiet on the WESTERN front…
Love, from Taipei