Recovery city...
Sep. 1st, 2007 11:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpI visited my dad at the rehab center today, and he looks about a million percent better when he's dressed. We had a reasonable conversation about nothing in particular, and I took my leave, with instructions to bring some clean shirts and a jacket with me tomorrow.
Then I got a call late in the afternoon from the rehab center, telling me that my dad's nephrostomy tube, which is a tube that was implanted in what's called the renal pelvis of one of my dad's kidneys, got caught on something while he was moving around, and that they've sent him back to the hospital to have it put back in.
So I guess I'll be going back to the hospital tomorrow.
I had called my dad's friends (the ones who live in Port Washington and who come to visit after church on Sundays) to tell them of his transfer to the rehab place, and called again and left a message to the effect that my dad's back in the hospital. To make sure there's no mixup - not that it's a big deal - I'll probably take advantage of the invitation that was extended to me to attend the service tomorrow morning at 9:30 am. Maybe I'll arrange to arrive, um, late.
* * * I found some new mushrooms on the property earlier today while walking Shiloh. I picked one up to take a closer look and was pleased to find it was a bolete, probably a member of the Suillis family, possibly edging over toward what in my mind are the "sturdier" boletes (i.e., not slimy or soft). Unfortunately, as I took a closer look at the underside of the pores, I noticed that the mushroom was starting to discolor, which I generally take to be a bad sign among boletes, at least as far as eating them is concerned.
I had spied some boletes on the property a few days ago, looking like more traditional Suillis fungus, but past their prime and located about 20 feet from a road that gets some reasonable use (which rules out any consumption, in my view). Then yesterday, I found a bolete, but the underside of the pores had a reddish cast (which I seem to recall eliminates it as a candidate for eating), and it, too, started to discolor where the pressure of my fingers had compressed its cap tissue.
I took some photos of the mushrooms I found today, mostly because I've never seen anything like them. The top surface of the cap is a pleasant pastel color of tan and very dry; not slimy at all. The shots I took were pretty good, especially considering the camera's batteries were on their last legs.
However, when I unlimbered the camera a few minutes ago, the SD card had somehow been released from its slot, and when I inserted the card into my VAIO, it appeared to be empty of files. I reinserted the card back into the camera, which confirmed there were no images on the card.
Hoo, boy.
Right now, I'm using something called DiskInternals Uneraser to recover the files (and there are a lot of them).
* * * Meanwhile, I'm down to below 2000 words in the 10,600 word job, and I don't anticipate too many problems with at least 600 of those remaining words, as they are in a table that is summarizing the earlier part of the document (and hence, I'm getting frequent "hits" in the translation memory file). I'm about 1500 words "behind" where I planned to be at this point, but that's no big deal. I 've got about 10,000 words to go over the next three days, which should not be much of a strain.
However, it is getting late, and I want to get to bed before Shiloh decides she needs to drain herself just One More Time™.
Cheers...
Then I got a call late in the afternoon from the rehab center, telling me that my dad's nephrostomy tube, which is a tube that was implanted in what's called the renal pelvis of one of my dad's kidneys, got caught on something while he was moving around, and that they've sent him back to the hospital to have it put back in.
So I guess I'll be going back to the hospital tomorrow.
I had called my dad's friends (the ones who live in Port Washington and who come to visit after church on Sundays) to tell them of his transfer to the rehab place, and called again and left a message to the effect that my dad's back in the hospital. To make sure there's no mixup - not that it's a big deal - I'll probably take advantage of the invitation that was extended to me to attend the service tomorrow morning at 9:30 am. Maybe I'll arrange to arrive, um, late.
I had spied some boletes on the property a few days ago, looking like more traditional Suillis fungus, but past their prime and located about 20 feet from a road that gets some reasonable use (which rules out any consumption, in my view). Then yesterday, I found a bolete, but the underside of the pores had a reddish cast (which I seem to recall eliminates it as a candidate for eating), and it, too, started to discolor where the pressure of my fingers had compressed its cap tissue.
I took some photos of the mushrooms I found today, mostly because I've never seen anything like them. The top surface of the cap is a pleasant pastel color of tan and very dry; not slimy at all. The shots I took were pretty good, especially considering the camera's batteries were on their last legs.
However, when I unlimbered the camera a few minutes ago, the SD card had somehow been released from its slot, and when I inserted the card into my VAIO, it appeared to be empty of files. I reinserted the card back into the camera, which confirmed there were no images on the card.
Hoo, boy.
Right now, I'm using something called DiskInternals Uneraser to recover the files (and there are a lot of them).
However, it is getting late, and I want to get to bed before Shiloh decides she needs to drain herself just One More Time™.
Cheers...
