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If the miscarriages are caused by APS, then there's a 70% chance of a good outcome WITH treatment and high risk pregnancy care.

Here's to hoping that's the cause. It does certainly seem so. (or at least it's a contributor.)

Anyway.

off to downtown, the first time in two weeks I've not been scurrying to a hospital. Going to go do some much needed shoppin for me, because now I can fit non pregnancy clothes. Trust me, I'm rocking whatever stupid ass perk this is giving me. I can fit cute bras, well, darn right I'm going shopping. I need some non boring clothes.

And a polisher for sterling, steel and goldfill jewelery.

Tonight's dutch class was the first time I felt I was in over my head, but only because I couldn't parse what one exercise wanted. Some of my sentences still out a bit garbled but practice... grammar in any language is a tricksy thing.

Level 2 after this, because otherwise I'd have to wait till NEXT spring and I don't wanna do that.

Didn't zonk this afternoon and I'm clobbered tired.

SO much to do for dragoncon. Must remind myself it is JUST march. not time to slack, but nor is it time for panic yet. So much stock to make, and rings to order to MAKE stuff. Deep breaths,it'll all be fine.

And please this year could someone PLEASE remind me to sit and have a drink, 4 years of sober dragoncon is kind of lame ass, really.

Got some madly cute pirate skull steampunk baby booties in the mail that I got on etsy, ( the day we started this whole miscarriage drama. I order baby shoes of awesome, and we fuckin miscarry..anyway. DAMN CUTE. ( I console myself with the slightly bizarre fact that this one died at 8 weeks anyway. It sucks. There wasn't a chance to even find a sane MD. Bleh. not that it would have helped, in some respects the kick straight to high risk, may be worth the hassle of this miscarriage.)

I'm not a strong person. I'm moving on as best I can, as fast as I can because that's how I cope. I do not feel strong. Ask me in a few months. ( right now I still feel like a big walking mental trainwreck and the distraction...it helps.)

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If the miscarriages are caused by APS, then there's a 70% chance of a good outcome WITH treatment and high risk pregnancy care.

Here's to hoping that's the cause. It does certainly seem so. (or at least it's a contributor.)

Anyway.

off to downtown, the first time in two weeks I've not been scurrying to a hospital. Going to go do some much needed shoppin for me, because now I can fit non pregnancy clothes. Trust me, I'm rocking whatever stupid ass perk this is giving me. I can fit cute bras, well, darn right I'm going shopping. I need some non boring clothes.

And a polisher for sterling, steel and goldfill jewelery.

Tonight's dutch class was the first time I felt I was in over my head, but only because I couldn't parse what one exercise wanted. Some of my sentences still out a bit garbled but practice... grammar in any language is a tricksy thing.

Level 2 after this, because otherwise I'd have to wait till NEXT spring and I don't wanna do that.

Didn't zonk this afternoon and I'm clobbered tired.

SO much to do for dragoncon. Must remind myself it is JUST march. not time to slack, but nor is it time for panic yet. So much stock to make, and rings to order to MAKE stuff. Deep breaths,it'll all be fine.

And please this year could someone PLEASE remind me to sit and have a drink, 4 years of sober dragoncon is kind of lame ass, really.

Got some madly cute pirate skull steampunk baby booties in the mail that I got on etsy, ( the day we started this whole miscarriage drama. I order baby shoes of awesome, and we fuckin miscarry..anyway. DAMN CUTE. ( I console myself with the slightly bizarre fact that this one died at 8 weeks anyway. It sucks. There wasn't a chance to even find a sane MD. Bleh. not that it would have helped, in some respects the kick straight to high risk, may be worth the hassle of this miscarriage.)

I'm not a strong person. I'm moving on as best I can, as fast as I can because that's how I cope. I do not feel strong. Ask me in a few months. ( right now I still feel like a big walking mental trainwreck and the distraction...it helps.)

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And another friend reports today that he's been cut off medical assistance, whilst being treated for cancer.

It really isn't going to end? the list of friends cut off, denied, can't get insurance, can't USE their insurance, in the US? It's a fucking bloodbath.

I worry.

And I get vocal as I can from here in Canada where I get pretty damn good care. And I desperately wish for change in the US, because that list of you is growing weekly and now I'm "oh, shit, ANOTHER ONE."

How many more? At what point will some people finally see that it's not the poor who are greedy, or the lazy that don't want to work, or the well you should have taken better care, you brought this on yourself, and the solution isn't "try this charity and that, plead your case, beg for mercy".

Because healthcare shouldn't be dependent on how well you beg your case.

I am extremely frustrated right now. I kind of rather like you guys on that "in a fucking medical care access crisis", i'd like to see you all healthy, happy, and recieving the medical care that human dignity and respect demands.

Which is why I won't be silenced by the most rabid of opponents of reform. They will not shout me down with cries of socialist medicine horror fiction tales or that it somehow strips their fucking freedom but the patriot act does NOT?

I'd wager that being FUCKING DEAD because you can't access health care is one goddamn mighty big impingement on the notion of fucking FREEDOM.

and again, I'm canadian, I have excellent care that is NOT dictated by any government agent, only me and my doctors and I've yet to hear how it is that I'm NOT FREE. I'm free to recieve excellent medical care and free to access as much as is nessesary and free to leave a workplace without fear of losing insurance and free to NOT BE bankrupt.

In the US, I'd be uninsurable, untouchable. I understand your plight because simply by accident of birth, I'm here, not there.

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And another friend reports today that he's been cut off medical assistance, whilst being treated for cancer.

It really isn't going to end? the list of friends cut off, denied, can't get insurance, can't USE their insurance, in the US? It's a fucking bloodbath.

I worry.

And I get vocal as I can from here in Canada where I get pretty damn good care. And I desperately wish for change in the US, because that list of you is growing weekly and now I'm "oh, shit, ANOTHER ONE."

How many more? At what point will some people finally see that it's not the poor who are greedy, or the lazy that don't want to work, or the well you should have taken better care, you brought this on yourself, and the solution isn't "try this charity and that, plead your case, beg for mercy".

Because healthcare shouldn't be dependent on how well you beg your case.

I am extremely frustrated right now. I kind of rather like you guys on that "in a fucking medical care access crisis", i'd like to see you all healthy, happy, and recieving the medical care that human dignity and respect demands.

Which is why I won't be silenced by the most rabid of opponents of reform. They will not shout me down with cries of socialist medicine horror fiction tales or that it somehow strips their fucking freedom but the patriot act does NOT?

I'd wager that being FUCKING DEAD because you can't access health care is one goddamn mighty big impingement on the notion of fucking FREEDOM.

and again, I'm canadian, I have excellent care that is NOT dictated by any government agent, only me and my doctors and I've yet to hear how it is that I'm NOT FREE. I'm free to recieve excellent medical care and free to access as much as is nessesary and free to leave a workplace without fear of losing insurance and free to NOT BE bankrupt.

In the US, I'd be uninsurable, untouchable. I understand your plight because simply by accident of birth, I'm here, not there.