Making Good Progress

In Immigration News,  we’re seeing some good progress on Ian’s “I want to stay in America with my wife” paperwork.

His card which authorises him to work for an American employer went to production, his paper which allows him to come back into the US if he has to leave temporarily (for holiday or emergency or what-not) is approved and on the way.

The request to remain (green card approval) has skipped over the interview phase and gone straight to California for approval, which is good.

This is what immigration used to look like.

Oh Happy Day

Yesterday was not so much of a happy day.  Why?  Because I let people get to me when, in the overall scheme of things, they’re either being stupid or I’m being intolerant that day.

Maybe it’s a combination of both.

I’m trying positive comments in my head.   They’re comments about how lucky I am to have the people I love in my life.   It’s working well.

An email forward about myocardial infarction

I received this via email and thought it might be useful information. It describes one woman’s experience with the onset of heart attack. And here is a Wikipedia article if you want to do more reading.

A NURSE’S HEART ATTACK EXPERIENCE:

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. Please read, pay attention, and send it on!

FEMALE HEART ATTACKS

I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is the best description I’ve ever read.

Women and heart attacks (Myocardial infarction). Did you know that women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have when experiencing heart attack?

You know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest and dropping to the floor that we see in the movies?

Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack.

“I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly and warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life’, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up.

A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation—the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 PM.

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR)…

This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening — we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, ‘Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack’!

I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else … But, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics …. I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in.

I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and his partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed two side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St. Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was all ready to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stints.

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act).. It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Mallox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up … which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!

2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER – you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor — he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.

3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive.

Beware of Chase Bank

Beware of Chase Bank who decides a year later, that they’ve made a bad decision about the amount of credit they have extended to you. They will check your credit report and ARBITRARILY (although they say they have a reason), at least in my case, half your credit card limit. Plus, you get this lovely notice:

Please note that if you have made purchases or written checks that result in your balance being greater than thisnew credit line, you will have 45 days from the date of this letter to make payments to bring your balance below your credit line. If your account is overlimit, after this 45-day period, your account may be assessed an overlimit fee and the overlimit status could result in your receiving notice of an APR change on your account.

Which is complete crap.

I was under the new limit, but still, a bank can just half your credit limit, regardless of what your balance is, and tell you you’ve got to pay off the excess within 45 days or be charged an overlimit fee?

I sent them a note letting them know how bogus I think that is. And, even though, essentially, I’m glad to not have that much credit, the point is that they reduced it for no reason, didn’t inform me in advance, still send out those little checks saying “please use these convenience checks”, showing my former credit limit to entice me, and they’d expect me to repay money in 45 days if I just happened to be over the limit.

A nice way to cost people who are over the limit lots of fees, if you ask me.

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This Week in Review

This week, Ian was able to get his state ID.   This means that he has his first official piece of US identification and no longer has to rely on his passport and his about-to-expire landing card for ID.  

We managed to locate the USCIS office downtown to show up on time for Ian’s biometrics appointment.   It is an interesting story in itself, involving a car with no working windshield wipers, lots of road splatter from melting snow and the fact that the USCIS office building is SO new, it was not locatable “exactly” by the satnav.   The satnav got us in the general vicinity, but we had to rely on building numbers to figure out if we were supposed to be proceeding east or west… by the airport, where street numbering is a bit opposite of what we are used to.

At one point, the satnav refused to offer up instructions as quickly as needed, especially when I had to choose to either get to the far right lane of the interstate or the far left, because of a horrific accident involving at least one flipped over vehicle. 

It was a mess, but we made it exactly on time.   The people at the biometrics office were nice and also quick, and another tickmark is checked off the “things to do” list to keep Ian in the US.

Wednesday, we managed to obtain the medical form, which USCIS requested  in their “did you send us all the correct paperwork” review.   It was filled out and signed off on by a Civil Surgeon, who is a special doctor appointed by immigration to address medical issues.   You can’t just go to any doctor you like.  

We sent the paperwork back to USCIS the following day, and it arrived Friday.  Soon, we’ll be getting an email saying, “Thanks for the submission.  Your case is being processed again.”

Aside from that… Work was very busy.   I’m putting a new Intranet together using WordPress at the hubby’s suggestion, which is quite interesting (and works well) .   Lots of other things going on there, as well, but I don’t want to put anyone to sleep.  :)

It’s the weekend.  Thank God.   :)

Strolling Around the Museum

Ian and I visited the Joslyn Art Museum this weekend. We happened to pick a day when the main exhibition had just changed. I’m not sure what the last exhibition was, but the new one was “THE HUMAN TOUCH: Selections from the RBC Wealth Management Art Collection”. It seemed to be about the human form, as you might surmise from the title.

You can see some of The Human Touch Collection here.

I think my favorite things this time were:

The miniature asian sculptures

The Degas ballerina.

I have to admit that some of the art made us laugh… like the big canvas that was painted black and each corner was a squared-off section painted in another color.    It didn’t seem like something anyone would pay a lot of money for.  :)