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I finally finished the chapter. It's the longest one, 3361 words, and it's going to be a little longer because of the stock exchange stuff that I'm going to put in during revision, after I've had it explained to me.
I've opened Chapter 10 but I'm taking the kid to the doctor in a few minutes so I'm not sanguine. This is why I'm taking her: her hands hurt sometimes. This freaks me out. My mother was an artist when she was young, and she worked in factories too, and she didn't have hand problems until she was the age I am now. I developed my first hand problems in my twenties. Emma has had them since she was 13 or so, and I have treated them as if they were not a hideous threat until now. They are very mild. I have told every gym teacher she's ever had that she is not to do push ups or anything else that hurts her hand -- since I also include the admonition that she is not to "get out" of PE, but to do an alternative exercise (usually sit ups), I've never gotten any crap about it.
But -- this kid is so busy with her hands. And she's so good at the manual things she does: the art, the crafts, the music. I can't stand the thought of her losing the use of her hands the way I did. So we're going in with the intention of getting her fixed up with physical therapy, occupational therapy, whatever it takes to save her hands.
The other kid called from Davis: he'll be back in Santa Cruz by five or six. We'll take him out to dinner. He's gone back to living in the car, with occasional nights in a motel to charge up his batteries. All I can say is, it's only two more weeks. I wish the back room were put back together, so he could sleep in the loft bed that's going back there instead of the couch in the living room. Fortunately he doesn't mind that much. He's thinking of travelling a little after the MCAT, anyway.
I've opened Chapter 10 but I'm taking the kid to the doctor in a few minutes so I'm not sanguine. This is why I'm taking her: her hands hurt sometimes. This freaks me out. My mother was an artist when she was young, and she worked in factories too, and she didn't have hand problems until she was the age I am now. I developed my first hand problems in my twenties. Emma has had them since she was 13 or so, and I have treated them as if they were not a hideous threat until now. They are very mild. I have told every gym teacher she's ever had that she is not to do push ups or anything else that hurts her hand -- since I also include the admonition that she is not to "get out" of PE, but to do an alternative exercise (usually sit ups), I've never gotten any crap about it.
But -- this kid is so busy with her hands. And she's so good at the manual things she does: the art, the crafts, the music. I can't stand the thought of her losing the use of her hands the way I did. So we're going in with the intention of getting her fixed up with physical therapy, occupational therapy, whatever it takes to save her hands.
The other kid called from Davis: he'll be back in Santa Cruz by five or six. We'll take him out to dinner. He's gone back to living in the car, with occasional nights in a motel to charge up his batteries. All I can say is, it's only two more weeks. I wish the back room were put back together, so he could sleep in the loft bed that's going back there instead of the couch in the living room. Fortunately he doesn't mind that much. He's thinking of travelling a little after the MCAT, anyway.