When I mouthed off about yet another customer misconception the other day -- an understandable misconception, but technically naive -- my entire department and I would like to know how in Sam Hill an SSL Certificate can protect you from a DDoS attack -- the Cranky Old Geek got a kind of light in his eye and asked me if I was a hacker.
I stopped talking, puzzled.
"Oh, come on, you're totally a hacker," the Cranky Old Geek said enthusiastically. "You can tell us. What have you hacked?"
I was torn between feeling flattered and lecturing on the differences between hacking and cracking. I settled for relating the tale of how I figured out how to duplicate a stealth bastard freaky in the domain registration cleaning process. That settled things, and the day continued.
So apparently "I Wanna Be Just Like You" as performed by the Brown Derbies makes it necessary to get up and practice dance steps. I need to brush up on my dancing and get my stamina back so that I can actually dance, because dancing is important to me.
I seem to have come up with more energy from somewhere, and that plus the roomba is leading to assorted areas of fun. It's a whole lot easier to vacuum when all you have to do is the prep, and then a happy little animated coaster does the zooming about and sucking. It's not a deep vacuum, but it's better than none!
R. Daneel has mostly managed to stay out of trouble, although he just managed to get himself wedged half in the air because of a magazine on the floor. He beeped pitifully until I came and rescued him. Nibiki-chan was amused. She seems to think that the robot vacuum cleaner darting in every direction is a show for the purpose of her entertainment, although she is not inclined to give chase.
So I had my doctor's appointment today. Did not once feel the urge to bite off anyone's face.
They don't have all their paperwork up on their website yet, so I had to fill out some of it offline. They print out their online forms to make you fill out when you're doing it by hand, hahaha.
The unexpected question I got asked was (by both the 2nd year med student and the doctor) if I'd had a lot of ear infections as a child. No, actually, as an adult. Seems there's scarring on the eardrums.
All things told, I don't have a diagnosis, but they are leaning strongly in the direction of PCOS pending bloodwork, which frankly I'd been wondering about, as I have a suite of symptoms that go nicely together. The first thing to attack is going to be my hormones, even prior to the bloodwork. They have noted that I do tend towards the depressive, and I do have a ways I can ramp up the St. John's Wort if necessary, so I hope we wouldn't have to get into some of the heavier-duty stuff they were talking about, as my moods are just fine on the St. John's Wort, thanks.
So I start the Pill now (Tri-Sprintec 28, norgestimate and ethinyl estradiol tablets, triphasic regimen, for the pharmacy geeks following along at home) to attempt to get what are probably wild hormones under control, I get to go in some morning for fasting bloodwork (may even go in tomorrow morning as I have tonight off), and they were somewhat concerned about my iron levels until I reassured them that I am used to plasma donation and how to keep my iron levels up with constant blood loss, and that totally would explain the meat, spinach, and beans I've been eating lately.
Also, I get to make a gyn appointment. I get a pap smear!
Happily for everyone concerned, I do not dread gyn appointments like some women do, namely because my experience with same has been comfortable and safe. Properly introduced doctors who do not set off my skeeze alarm have a professional pass that gets them through my touch security, so I have no problems with poking and prodding. I fear neither the speculum nor the swab.
After the bloodwork and GYN, I get a follow-up appointment, a month from tomorrow.