Good News

Saw my GP yesterday. She took more blood than Edward on a full moon. Got the lab results back today and everything is normal. Thyroid normal, calcium normal, vitamin D normal, everything completely normal. Well, except for two broken feet. That's not so normal.

Doc suspects that I nailed the cause as being my extreme pregnancies and the steroids I took while pg with the twins, combined with bad genetics. But she wants me to see an endocrinologist (who knew endocrinologists were the docs who treat osteo?) because the bilateral fractures are so bizarre. Apparently there is a more sophisticated test that can be done to measure whether my bone loss is active, but it will be up to the endo whether to take that step now or try supplementation and exercise and recheck my bone density in a year.

But at least it sounds like there is nothing else crazy going on with my body.

In other good news, Big Boss put me on two big projects Friday. He said that they would require some "heavy lifting" and specifically wanted my analytical abilities on these cases. Then I earned extra brownie points by drafting a letter on Friday that I knew our clients would want by the end of a conference call on Monday. I was concerned that we would be on a tight schedule on Monday, and didn't want to be scrambling. As it turned out, I was absolutely right. And Big Boss was thrilled that I had taken the initiative to have the letter ready before the conference call. (I guarantee that none of the guys in my office, who thrive on procrastination, would have had the foresight to do something before it had to be done.) Woot!

In sleazy opposing counsel news, today OC tried to sneak the name of a mediator into an agreed scheduling order. No notice to me, no "what do you think about this guy?," just added the name of a mediator, apparently thinking that either 1) I won't notice; or 2) I'm just a dumb girl who won't do anything about it. This guy is in his 70's and was a bit condescending in our one phone conversation. And the mediator he unilaterally selected was also in his 70's. I do not need a couple of old golfing buddies who may have had a single female in their law school classes deciding my case. Yeah, not happening.

Oh, and his email addressed me as Mr. LC. I have a total bimbo cheerleader first name. There is no way in heck I could be confused with a man.