Healthcare · The Personal Project · Thoughts about Stuff

Coffee & Learnings

Have a coffee… (sugar-free) vanilla latte with soy milk and a chocolate drizzle (it was too sweet, TBH, but it was a nice treat on a Sunday morning). Before Covid, I was one of those people who would leave the house every day in search of a coffee drink, and a place to sit and write. Fast forward to now, I prefer the coffee I make at home to the > $7 latte in an overcrowded coffee shop. It’s not like there’s anything special about the drink(s) — I brew my coffee in a moka pot on the stove, use soy milk from the grocery store, and have a couple of syrups to change things up once in a while. While the coffee drinks aren’t anything special, the beans are extraordinary: High Drive roast from Indaba Coffee, here in Spokane (10/10, highly recommend).

Even though there’s nothing terribly special about my coffee drinks, being able to make coffee I like takes some of the stress and busy-ness out of my daily routine, and I like that a lot.

In August, I finished another successful semester at school. MySQL is neat, and I would like to delve into it more deeply, but now I’m on to XML (starting week 4 this week), and I’m enjoying learning about it. We spent last week working on XPath, and it’s yet another thing I’d like more experience with, because it’s very useful for selecting data within XML documents. Of course, the way I’m using it right now is clumsy, inefficient, and not very effective, but it’s new to me, so that’s to be expected. (Newsflash: sometimes it’s actually fun to be really bad at something… I think that acknowledging limitations can actually make a subject more expansive and interesting — “ok, so I can’t do this thing (at least not yet), but is there something I can do in this subject area?” Also, perfectionism is exhausting, and I don’t have the brainspace for it.)

I’ve written about how I’m trying to think about AI and how to use it, and I still don’t have an answer that I’m comfortable with. I’ll be exploring the ethics of AI in a course a little later on, but I’m not finding everyday use for it yet. Convenience seems to be the selling point right now, but frankly, if I’m going to be spending a bunch of time confirming information, I’d rather double-check information from “primary” sources (even if they’re not technically the primary source, maybe they cited the primary source or have some other relationship to it) than information from an LLM (where the primary sources aren’t necessarily revealed or cited).

So I haven’t figured out how to effectively use AI for what I’m doing now, but there is a technology that I’m re-considering: social media. I love it (Threads, X, Instagram) for learning about people and/or events — I learned a lot from paralympians and members of the media who took the time to post about their experiences on Threads. It was amazing, because I don’t feel like I’ve ever had access to much information about the Paralympics. Also, I enjoy following artists and scientists and content creators, and it’s great to be able to curate your feed to see (mostly) what you’ve decided you want to see. It’s also not terribly difficult to just skip over content that I don’t find interesting or useful. There’s some amazing value there… if you (mostly) stay out of the comments.

I made the mistake of posting something about a frustrating experience I had with my primary care doctor. It was not a constructive thing to do. There was no simple remedy, and because it was a personal experience, there’s not much constructive for others to comment on.

There were many “you need to get a new doctor” comments, a couple of helpful comments illuminating the ins and outs of insurance, and some trolls accusing me of taking advantage of the system (“How dare you ask your doctor about a health concern that she’s treated you for in the past 10 months. What is wrong with you?!”). Of the trolling comments, my favorite was, “You’re a liar.” OK, commenter who doesn’t know me, has never met me, and wasn’t there… sure. Anyway, lesson learned. I walked into the rake, and have no one to blame but myself.

For the record, I respect and appreciate my primary care provider, but I suspect she’s really overworked. For the last few years, I have had concerns about the way that particular medical system is managed, and also the way my insurance works within that particular ecosystem. Bottom line: it’s probably time to figure out a different primary care situation. But that’s a daunting option, because there’s a distinct possibility that it may not be better anywhere else. American healthcare… sigh. (Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful to have access to medical care, and it’s a privilege to have insurance. Understanding that doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s a frustrating system to navigate, and I suspect at least some of the confusion is by design.) So anyway, it’s difficult to adequately convey all of that — in a nuanced way — via a social media post; my attempt was an epic failure.

My *new* social media strategy is to use it only to post (or re-post) positive or interesting information, or to hype up other people who are doing great things (there are so many!). The rest of it has too much potential to be both unhelpful and toxic.

On that note, have a delightful day, and another fancy drink: strawberry matcha latte with homemade strawberry purée, soy milk, and ceremonial grade matcha.

Healthcare · In the Kitchen · Lucy the Pup · Thoughts about Stuff · Volunteering

Spitballing before Bed

Not sure I’ll publish this, or that any of it actually needs to be said, but it’s 9:22p (and, now that I’m old, nearly my bedtime), and I’m thinking about the holidays, expectations, and how to deal…

My fabulous and talented husband is just not into the holidays. Like me, he grew up with a single parent, and for their family, there were more pressing priorities most years.

My family was very into the holidays, but mostly as a performance art. There was church, a tree, a big meal, presents, the whole nine yards. There was also an enormous amount of stress, particularly for my mother, because the expectations, particularly for a single mom raising two children while working full time (and going to school, for a while), were unrealistically high. None of us were much help, so it was hard for her. (Time has dramatically changed the composition of our family — and as grown people, my brother and I contribute a lot more — the holidays are much smaller, and in many ways simpler.)

I actually like Christmas. I like evergreens and lights, red bows, giving presents, making a nice meal and sharing it with whomever. Over the Covid years, I put up lights and trees before Thanksgiving.

If your jackalope isn’t wearing fairy lights, do you even *have* a jackalope?

This year, not so much. 2023 has been a long haul — mostly it was good, but kind of intense. I wasn’t feeling great for a big part of it — not sick, thankfully, but in some pain and generally feeling meh. Add a couple of big-ish procedures and a round of icky medicine, and I’m ready to not see my doctors for a while.

And then, in what seemed like an omen, there was this:

The ornament thing just makes me laugh, because right now, it’s so on brand for this pup. She’s all joyful chaos, and in a way, the ornament is much more reflective of who she is after she “modified” it.

All this to say that Christmas 2023 is going to be mostly a non-event in this household. A tree would be too stressful with Lucy (aka the menace like Dennis), I don’t have the brain space to do a bunch of decorating, and fabulous and talented husband doesn’t seem to notice. Maybe everyone will be more excited about things next year, and maybe Lucy will mellow a little bit? Stay tuned!

The day itself is going to be really busy anyway. My volunteer shift falls on Christmas this year (like the Covid years!). I get to feed the classroom critters along with the raptors, and my fabulous and talented husband is helping me cope beaks and trim talons (and replace some cuffs that didn’t last as long as they should have), so it will be a significant investment of time. Then we’re having supper with some friends who suffered a terrible loss a couple of months ago. We’ll support our friends, and contribute to the Christmas meal with dairy free green bean casserole (if you sub cashew cream for heavy cream, you’re good to go) and a root vegetable tian (also dairy free, subbing the parmesan with a little bit of nutritional yeast).

Then maybe there will be time for some rest…

Speaking of which, it really is my bedtime now, so off I go.

Healthcare · Volunteering

What a year this week has been…

Actually, two weeks, but that’s splitting hairs.

The OLC had a bird escape, for the first time in 25 years. I wasn’t there when it happened, so I don’t really know how it went down, but based on conversations with the handler, it sounds like there was a cascade of events. Any of the distinct scenarios, on its own, would not have been a problem. But put them together and it became a bad situation. The end result: a flighted owl flew away, and hasn’t been found. Hopefully, he’s figured out how to survive on his own and is living his best life (see Flaco, the Central Park Zoo’s escaped Eurasian eagle owl), because the other end of that spectrum is a catastrophe.

Any handler, with any level of experience, could experience this. The more experienced the handler, the less likely this particular result, but it needs to be understood that the chances of an escaped bird never go to zero. Wild, captive animals are still wild, still have wild instincts. No matter how well they’re trained or habituated, unexpected things happen. This particular bird had been in human care for about a year, was reasonably well habituated to his handlers, and was just starting to gain experience working on the glove for education.

That was two weekends ago, and over the first few days, the staff and a few volunteers went on a lot of wild goose chases at all hours of the day (and night).

Photo of welding gloves and a towel on the lap of a person hoping to find an escaped owl.
Tools of the trade when hoping to find a wayward great-horned owl: welding gloves and a towel.

I went from that situation to an “urgent” endoscopy (urgent because the clinic had been sitting on it for six weeks, and my doctor had called them), which was a delight, mostly because I wasn’t there (Propofol, FTW), but which left me with heartburn, a sore throat, and some tenderness around my jaw. (Did I mention that I am so glad I wasn’t there.)

And then, to add insult to injury, an endometrial biopsy the next day. That procedure is deeply unpleasant, even when performed by a good doctor doing all the right things (like my doctor). Y’all, the medical establishment has got to figure out how to do women’t health. This procedure involves threading sticks into your insides and scraping the lining of the uterus… without sedation or anesthesia. It doesn’t take that long, thankfully — less than ten minutes. (But word: the actual endoscopy procedure took 15 minutes.) I wouldn’t describe it as painful, per se (I’ve had abdominal cramps that were stop-you-in-your-tracks painful, and this was not that), but it was incredibly uncomfortable. There should be a better way to do this kind of thing, I think. I could live the rest of my life without repeating that procedure, and be happy. (Alas, that does not appear to be in the cards, but I don’t have to do it again for a while, at least…)

Do they biopsy men’s urethras without any kind of numbing? (That’s not a snarky question. I asked my husband for his thoughts, and he shut down the conversation because it was too awful for him to contemplate.)

So yeah, alien probes from both ends, after losing an owl. Thankfully I finished a big school assignment at the beginning of the year, I mean week, and so I had a bit of a breather before diving into the next big assignment, because the stress of alien probes is exhausting, not to mention the unpleasant physical impacts.

At least the results of both were pretty good: no cancer… at least not yet. There are things to work out, but the big, awful stuff has been ruled out, for the moment.

The year, I mean week, continued when fabulous-and-talented husband (technically not an OLC volunteer, but an incredibly good sport) and I picked up a substitute cleaning shift on Saturday, including coping beaks and talons on the hawks, changed out a set of cuffs and jesses for one of the hawks — she was not pleased with any of it, and installed jesses on a saw-whet owl, who, as you might imagine, was also not pleased. (We did this operation in a classroom, so if the bird had gotten away from us, we would have had to make sure he didn’t end up in a turtle tank.)

Photo of saw-whet owl with new leather jesses. His eyes are big and judgemental.
This tiny owl is BIG mad…

And this week, after doing some additional chores in the raptor sanctuary, including prepping for winter (closing the windows, turning on the supplemental heat for some of the birds, winding the hose onto a reel so it can live inside for the next several months), and some maintenance work (a project for our barn owl, and weighing three of the birds), I started training a new volunteer. She’s amazingly smart, and interested in all the animals (including the reptiles!), but it’s going to take her a minute to get used to working with food. That’s not too unusual; if you had told me, fifteen years ago, that I would be butchering small animals for other animals to eat, I would have laughed in your face. (Most of us don’t work with our food in that way, so everyone can be forgiven for needing some time to get used to the idea.)

I’m whipped. Lots of stress and sadness, and no small amount of physical work (with little creative or intellectual engagement), has me on my heels. I’m looking forward to being able to work on a school project (literature review: serious leisure, library programming and falconry) and some work in my sketchbook over the next few days…

… unless someone happens to see a wayward owl. (I have a new cardboard box in my car, welding gloves, and a towel. I’m ready.)