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ROAD TRIP: (Pre-op appointment) navigation

One of the bad things about living where I do is the lack of health care professionals to meet specific needs. We have plenty of good surgeons in the area.  We just don't have an OB-GYN or an operatory capable of handling a total laparoscopic hysterectomy and bilateral salpingo oophorectomy. For that, I need Canton OH.

My insurance will pay for transportation on the day of surgery, thank goodness. As the only driver for the household, I won't be anyone's taxi for two weeks after surgery, possibly four if there are complications.

I'm not looking forward to it.

My pre-op testing is tomorrow.  It's a good hour and a half drive for us.  Better Half and I will make it into something fun. We always do.

That said, I learned from my Baltimore trip that my smart phone is a pain in the ass when it comes to displaying driving directions.  I'm going to drop the route here, in nice big letters, so the husfiend can navigate for us.

1. Get on the 7

2. Continue on OH-7 N. Take U…

BALTIMORE: Last Day

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I haven't blogged since arriving home. It's partly because I didn't reach my town until the wee hours of the morning, then proceeded to nap much of the weekend away.

A few final shots:




Yeah, I could have stayed one more night, but it wasn't financially feasible. So, after an 8 hour class, I got on the road for home and then drove over 5 hours.  I'm no spring chicken these days, but it wasn't that difficult a drive for me, either.

Thursday morning was another story.  I was 45 minutes late to class thanks to an obnoxious tourist.

Baltimore's rush hour traffic isn't anything to sneeze at.  You have to be a bit aggressive but also keep your head on a swivel. Quick reaction times makes this doable. That wasn't the case for the tourist. He decided to run a red through the intersection just as my driver launched forward.

It wasn't a heinous crash though I was still wincing from it on Sunday, and my neck is killing me tonight.

The other man was fully …

BALTIMORE: First full day

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Beautiful Baltimore.  While the sites are lovely, the people are more so.

My hotel is located in an area teeming with humanity. It's a melting pot personified by the hotel's staff, the Uber drivers, and the employees working at the Marriott where the convention is held. It's a warm feeling that I haven 't experienced since leaving California.

I had also forgotten about traffic.  Pittsburgh has its share but, overall, the driver's are polite. Baltimore is a demolition derby.

This morning's driver cautioned me about evening rush hour.  "Don't blink," he chided.  He hailed from Jamaica and, after three years here in the US, he still hadn't adapted to Baltimore's streets.

He was somewhat correct - shutting one's eyes is better than blinking.

My training started at 0800.  I arrived at the Marriott amidst a sea of uniforms.  Yeah, I found the convention.  I wasn't able to explore any vendor areas; IG training was on the ground floor. V…

BALTIMORE: Land of road boats, loud honks and friendly people

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So I drove to Baltimore today.  Against my will.

No, seriously, it's a required training course. Required. I wasn't keen on going, mainly because it's a financial strain for a household already burdened by upcoming surgeries and other expenses. Sure, the course is free. The lodging, gas, parking, food, and more parking aren't covered.  I plan to take the bus tomorrow (I'm at a different hotel) to save funds rather than pay double parking garage fees.

That said...

So I drove to Baltimore today. And it was raining. Sideways.

No, SERIOUSLY.  It came like a sheet that rocked my car as I took the exit for Inner Harbor. I can handle rain.  Better Half and I have driven through all sorts of shit.  What I can't handle is my Explorer turning into a road boat.




A road boat, people!

I should compliment Ford on their watertight vehicles.  I never planned to float from Baltimore to D.C., but I'm sure I could with enough determination and some good GPS directions. (I…

LESSONS FROM MY DOG: Overcoming

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I'm sitting here watching two dogs share the same Nylabone.  Gus and Hershey have developed a powerful bond, one built on trust and perhaps unspoken empathy.

Our environment and experiences guide our actions. This process is hardwired into most animals as a form of preservation. The more potent the lesson, the more likely it is to be remembered. 

Gus was found waddling downtown Steubenville with his litter. A young man packed them up in a box and brought them to the humane society.  He couldn't find the mother, and feared he hadn't caught the entire little.  It's possible that the mother was struck by a car.

That moment of separation touched Angus' life, a bit of baggage that he still caries with him even if he can't remember the event itself.  To this day, Gus backs away if you reach out to pick him up. He frets if anyone in his environment cries, shouts, or expresses pain.

It may also account for his fiercely protective nature, and may be the reason he'…

PUPDATE: Lab Weenies are not T. rexes

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Today was Hershey's first visit to the vet.  His wellness exam is still on for Friday, but I've been worried about a UTI.

Hershey's first adoptive family had returned him for being "too excited".  One of the woman's other complaints was that he "drank too much" and "peed too often". 

His odd "drink and piss a river" behavior continued the first week we had him.  There are plenty of reasons to not fret over it too much.  Puppy's don't have great bladder control; puppies wee when excited; puppies are just puppies. The length of the piss was rather long, however, and I didn't see any improvement.  He had also started weeing more often in the house. 

I called to make his appointment but couldn't get him in any sooner than Friday. Determined not to let things brew, I asked if I could bring a urine specimen in before then. "Sure," they said.

Getting piss from a dog isn't that difficult. Males are easier…

REFLECTION: Sammi Speckle Spot

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I found Sammi's info tonight. He's been gone a few years now. Best retired racer we ever had.