No news on the student loan front–the DOE page is still saying I owe double what I do. I meet with a loan counselor later this week, to see how he can help me.
On that same day, I have to have a very painful med test–a uterine biopsy. It’s basically the last thing we’ll do before scheduling a hysterectomy. I have to figure out when I can actually give my body the time to recover from that.
I recently met with a sub doctor, since Paul isn’t back yet from quasi-retirement. We agreed that I needed to see a gastroenterologist, stat. Of course, with the way American healthcare works, I can’t actually see one for another six weeks.
My sub doctor also said he liked me so much that he would be happy to be my primary.
(My demeanor brings all the docs to the yard!)
In non-medical news, my rent went up, Texas has my blood pressure up, and UCD can’t figure out how and what to pay me. They didn’t include my summer session pay in my paycheck, and when they gave me the money a few days later, they had made an accounting error that shorted me $100. Still waiting for it.
This is the last week of summer classes, so I’m busy grading and prepping and answering frantic emails from students who won’t pass and students who might.
It’s hot and smokey, so I can’t walk everyday, but I did get out of town weekend before last with two close friends. We went to a cabin in the woods south of Half Moon Bay. After a particularly long slog of grading, we went to the beach. My desire to see a selkie came true when a sea lion bobbed his or her head above the water.
We had wonderful food, including some amazing Peruvian, and a new fig cake recipe I tried worked out. I was looking forward to a whole box of figs after I got back, but someone stole what was set aside for me off my chiropractor’s porch.
That weekend also marked a year of Snowball being with us. This weekend, she managed to scar me pretty badly on Sunday, accidentally. But then on Monday, she cuddled with me for almost six hours straight.
