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rivkaI interrupted my first day at SBM for a three-hour jaunt to an urgent care clinic.
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iamjw gets a gold star. My eye symptom turned out to be more or less unrelated to my cold - I have conjunctivitis. I was fooled because the decongestants I was taking for my cold were drying up the eye discharge, too - and because the pain and constant redness didn't kick in until quite late. A thousand apologies to anyone I have touched in the past few days. I hope you don't get it too. I am now washing my hands obsessively in hopes of not infecting the entire Behavioral Medicine scientific community.
I also have a viral ear infection. It sucks to be me, because this means that descents and landings on the flight home will probably hurt just as much as descents and landings on the flight out did. I resisted the urge to beg for antibiotics, given that I have just been funded to study irrational health behaviors.
Also? The telephone rep for Blue Cross/Blue Shield told me that California doesn't have any urgent care clinics. She wanted to send me to a "multispecialty medical clinic" in the suburbs somewhere. My panic induced by this conversation only lasted as long as it took me to reach the concierge desk, but still. Sheesh.
We arrived at the hotel late last night to discover that they had given away all their regular rooms and wanted to put us in a "parlor" - the living-room (only) portion of a suite. A murphy bed would pull down from the wall, and they'd bring in a cot for the other bed. They earnestly presented this to us as an "upgrade," because they rent the parlors for some ludicrous amount of money, like $600 a night. We explained that it might be an upgrade in terms of space and lavish appointments, but it was a major downgrade in terms of the only thing we cared about: comfortable beds to sleep in. After a long argument they comped us for their ludicrously expensive $30 breakfast buffet and promised a real room for tonight. This morning Steve told his wife, who is a vice president of a major bank, and within moments she had the hotel manager heaping apologies on Steve and promising to comp last night's room and send a bottle of wine up to tonight's room. Heh.
My SBM hasn't been that much fun yet, to be honest with you. But! I discovered that next year's will be in Montreal, so I have high hopes for that.
I miss you all.
iamjw gets a gold star. My eye symptom turned out to be more or less unrelated to my cold - I have conjunctivitis. I was fooled because the decongestants I was taking for my cold were drying up the eye discharge, too - and because the pain and constant redness didn't kick in until quite late. A thousand apologies to anyone I have touched in the past few days. I hope you don't get it too. I am now washing my hands obsessively in hopes of not infecting the entire Behavioral Medicine scientific community.I also have a viral ear infection. It sucks to be me, because this means that descents and landings on the flight home will probably hurt just as much as descents and landings on the flight out did. I resisted the urge to beg for antibiotics, given that I have just been funded to study irrational health behaviors.
Also? The telephone rep for Blue Cross/Blue Shield told me that California doesn't have any urgent care clinics. She wanted to send me to a "multispecialty medical clinic" in the suburbs somewhere. My panic induced by this conversation only lasted as long as it took me to reach the concierge desk, but still. Sheesh.
We arrived at the hotel late last night to discover that they had given away all their regular rooms and wanted to put us in a "parlor" - the living-room (only) portion of a suite. A murphy bed would pull down from the wall, and they'd bring in a cot for the other bed. They earnestly presented this to us as an "upgrade," because they rent the parlors for some ludicrous amount of money, like $600 a night. We explained that it might be an upgrade in terms of space and lavish appointments, but it was a major downgrade in terms of the only thing we cared about: comfortable beds to sleep in. After a long argument they comped us for their ludicrously expensive $30 breakfast buffet and promised a real room for tonight. This morning Steve told his wife, who is a vice president of a major bank, and within moments she had the hotel manager heaping apologies on Steve and promising to comp last night's room and send a bottle of wine up to tonight's room. Heh.
My SBM hasn't been that much fun yet, to be honest with you. But! I discovered that next year's will be in Montreal, so I have high hopes for that.
I miss you all.
