Update on…well, everything?

Okay, so if you’ve been keeping up, you know that I was scheduled for surgery on May 17th, but I was sick, so it got pushed back to June 7th. I was still sick on June 1st, so I called the doctor, and they pushed it back some more, and set me up with a doctor’s appointment to find out why I’m still sick.

I ended up going to Urgent Care instead, and hey guess what? Bronchitis. And pink eye, somehow (still trying to figure out how that happened…) So I am on a shitload of medicine to get rid of it, and hopefully, I will be fully recovered in time for surgery on June 21st.

Oh yeah, and the kids being sick? Well, it spread to the parents, so now we have a household of sick people. And it’s all bronchitis. Yay for us! Ugh.

In other news, I bought a bunch of random stuff that made me happy, and I am so far behind on homework it’s sad. June is being a royal pain in the ass, people. It needs to get its shit together, and soon.

Also, sorry about “Say ‘No’ to Zombies,” but it will be updated on Monday!

A series of disappointments…

It’s been a shitty week.

First, my surgery was pushed back two weeks because of this damn cold I managed to pick up somewhere.

Then, my mom was supposed to come visit, but that fell through. She’s still planning on visiting, but I don’t know when that’s going to happen.

Then the kids both ended up sick, and some news we were expecting never came in. So we’re still waiting on that. I messed up an assignment because of the rigamaroll that was going on with mom’s travel plans, and just. Ugh. It’s been a mess.

Pretty much the only good thing so far was going to see Guardians of the Galaxy 2, and even that was a bit blah, because really, Marvel? REALLY?! That was a dick move.

Oh yeah, and The Sims: Parenthood. But overall, this week is blah. And I am so done with it. Three weeks of coughing, people. It’s been THREE weeks!

The surgery was postponed til June 7th, but since I am still coughing, I’m not sure what they’re going to do. This is driving me insane. I want it done and over with, dammit!

Ugh, oh yeah, AND I forgot to update “Say ‘No’ to Zombies.” Sorry about that guys. I might update on Saturday, and then on Monday. We’ll have to see. I’m trying to make sure I stay a couple chapters ahead, but I’ve been so busy with school and work and games, I think I might be a little behind.

Oops?

Eye see what you did there…

Sorry for the lack of update yesterday. The past two days have been very busy for me.

So, went in for my appointment with the doctor on Wednesday to discuss the MRI results. That was fun. I got to harass Mr. Villian Voice, and watch a standoff between a patient and one of the nurses.

Apparently he thought he was there for surgery, but it was just a checkup. He made the mistake of getting beligerant with the head nurse. She shut him down quick. “I am the RN team leader here, and you need to speak to me with respect.”

He left in a huff, but that’s what you get for being pissy with a nurse.

Anyway, they called me in, we all looked at the MRI. I saw my brain on a screen and completely geeked out on the poor doctor. He was laughing at me, but I don’t care. I told him “it looks all wrinkly.”
him: No, it looks normal.
me: I’m pretty sure that’s the only time that word has ever been used to describe my brain.

Entertained the nurse who was trying to take a picture of my eye. The camera was on, but she wasn’t looking at me, so I started dancing around. She happened to look up at the screen, “are you playing with my camera?” Busted~ She walked by me about an hour later, just shaking her head. “Girl, you crazy.” That woman has no idea, rofl.

So, onto the tumor:

So far, everything looks somewhat good. The main doctor said that he think it’s either one certain kind of tumor, or another (there’s a bunch of different kinds).  One is really really bad, the other is somewhat okay. Because there is a distinct lack of pain, he believes the tumor to be the “okay” one.

That doesn’t mean that I am safe, but it’s still good news.

Surgery has been scheduled for Wednesday, but I won’t know what time until the day before. I’ve been told to expect the whole thing to take about 6 hours, but depending on how it goes, I might end up staying overnight. I’ve had to arrange for time off from work and school both, since I’ll be out of it on pain meds for the first couple days, and my eye will be swollen shut. It wouldn’t be so bad, but since I’m functionally blind in my right eye, and this surgery is being done on my left eye….yeah. Ugh.

I spent just about all day yesterday on the phone with school, financial aid services for the surgery (I was approved, yay!), and the hospital in general (all while doing homework assignments that were due THAT DAY. Fun times. Just….So. Much. Fun.). I had an appointment today for the pre-op anaesthetic testing. I thought there was going to be a bunch of tests, but it was just an interview.

My family should be heading out this way on Tuesday, so they’ll be here for the surgery. I guess they’re going to try and help out with the kids while I’m recovering. The manager at the gas station job told me that I am not allowed to come back to work until the doctor says it’s okay. The doctor said I’ll need about 10 days, and warned me that I’ll be bruised from forehead down to my neck/chest area, so if I didn’t want people to see me all messed up, I would need to make arrangements. I don’t care if people see. If they have a problem with the way I look, that’s their problem. The hell if I’m letting them try to make it mine.

All that being said, I will update “Say ‘No’ to Zombies” on Monday, but I’m not sure about the following week. It will depend on how the surgery goes. Some of the risks of the surgery include double vision or loss of vision for the rest of my life and/or the eye, itself. The doctor said he hasn’t had anyone lose an eye yet, and he believes that I won’t have any issues, but he had to tell me about them, for just in case.

Fingers crossed, people. If I loose the ability to read, I will loose my fucking mind.

[Pledge] Day 1

No writing on any of my works in progress, but I did end up writing well over 500 words today. I believe I finished out at 1,214 words. All of it was homework related. I have another assignment due tomorrow, which will probably get me at least halfway there.

Fingers crossed. I also work all day (pretty much) tomorrow, so we’ll have to see how that goes.

Anyone else doing a pledge/challenge this month?

[Admin] Format/Posting change.

For those of you who are following along with ‘When Love Dies‘, this mostly applies to you.

Due to school, work, new health issues, and time zone differences between my betas and I, I am going to have to move posting to every other week. Sorry, but there is just too much on my plate to do this every week.

I am also changing the formatting of the posts. I didn’t think about it when I first started posting, but with the chapters being a couple pages each, it really takes up a lot of room on the page. So now, there will be a highlight section – as it were – and then the “Read More” cut.

Hopefully these changes will work out for the better for everyone involved.

Until Saturday…take care everyone.

[Update] Late, but it’s coming!

I know it’s getting late in the day, but I promise, Chapter 2 of When Love Dies is on its way! Just smoothing out some bumps. Also, there will be a (very small) bonus piece tomorrow. A blooper, as it were 😉

Also, in the coming weeks, updates should be more regular. The main reason it’s  taking so long for this part is because I had to rewrite two entire strands for the math class I’m in, plus an assignment for the creative writing class, and an emergency eye doctor visit. Fun times. So much fun.

[Sharing Saturday] (kinda?)

Between school, work, and family, I haven’t done any writing that wasn’t for school, so I don’t have anything to share from my WIP. I hate leaving people hanging though (all 5 of you, lol), so I figured I would share what I’ve been working on for school instead. 

Hope you guys enjoy critical analysis (analysises? analysi? What is the plural of “analysis” anyway?)
A Critical Analysis of Amy Tan’s “Mother Tongue”

In Amy Tan’s essay, “Mother Tongue”, she discusses the power of language. Both, the power that comes from having a strong grasp of it, and the stigma one faces without. More specifically, Ms. Tan addresses the bias against non-native English speakers, the effect stereotyping can have on the children, as well as the possible repercussions it can have on society as a whole.

In my opinion, Ms. Tan makes a truly valid point about the way society looks at people who do not speak “perfect” English. Her words echo an observation I have noticed myself about the way society looks at immigrants in general, but especially those who have trouble with the language barrier. She also points out that the stigma (as well as stereotypes) are often pushed onto the children of non-native English speakers, and the struggle those children face to succeed in language-based careers.

In Ms. Tan’s essay, she talks about how even the perception of a person becomes limited when faced with someone who did not speak proper English. To demonstrate her point, she admits that even her own perception of her mother was skewed because of her mother’s so-called “limited” English. In one part, she mentions that she was “ashamed” of her mother, and believed that “her English reflected the quality of what she had to say. That is, because she expressed them imperfectly, her thoughts were imperfect.”. (Tan 21)

By admitting that the lack of “proper” English affected her perception of her own mother, she reveals that the stigma runs deeper than just your “average American Joe”. Most children go through a stage where they are embarrassed of their parents, but it is usually based on their perception of what is “cool”. For a child to think of their parent as “less” because of the way society views them is a painful reminder of how impressionable children truly are. It is also worrying; if the child grows up looking down on people who don’t speak English properly, what is to stop them from passing that prejudice to their own children?

On that note, when Ms. Tan next recounts the times when professionals treated her mother subpar, could they be the children of people who were taught to look down on non-native English speakers? It’s perfectly reasonable to assume so, considering the way they treated Ms. Tan’s mother. Where else did they learn to not take her seriously, and to pretend they did not understand her, or even hear her? (Tan 22)

To be fair, I’m sure it wasn’t just their parents who taught those people to treat her so poorly, though we do have to assume that was where it started. We also have to think about where their parents learned it, and so on. This isn’t just a problem on an individual level. Our entire society pushes the belief that only people who have learned to speak English “properly” are people educated enough to count for anything, regardless of how intelligent the person really is.

I do not base that claim on this essay alone, but from my own experience as well. I worked for a Taiwan-based company, owned and operated by a woman who spoke “limited” English. Despite all evidence pointing to her being an educated woman, we often had outside “white” businessmen who would give each other looks like, “Do you understand a word she’s saying?” and laugh quietly among themselves. The woman in question used their underestimation to her advantage, but the stigma of her “broken” English was still very much present.

It is also worth mentioning that it is not only the non-native English speakers that are biased against, but also their children who are often pushed away from language-based skills such as writing, as evidenced by the next quote from Ms. Tan’s essay: “And this makes me think that there are other Asian-American students whose English spoken in the home might also be described as “broken” or “limited.” And perhaps they also have teachers who are steering them away from writing and into math and science, which is what happened to me.” (Tan 23)

I really believe that quote speaks for itself, and has some interesting implications. Like many others, I always thought that it was the parents pushing the children into those areas of study. Now, though, one has to wonder just how many future writers/actors/musicians were pushed out of those fields because of the teachers. And again, we have to ask ourselves where the teachers learned to think of those students as ill-suited for language-based careers.

In my opinion, Ms. Tan makes a truly valid point about the way society looks at people who not speak “perfect” English. Her words echo an observation I’ve noticed myself about the way society looks at immigrants in general, but especially those who have trouble with the language barrier. She also points out that the stigma (as well as stereotypes) are often pushed onto the children of non-native English speakers, and the struggle those children face to succeed in language-based careers.

Based on the experiences Ms. Tan has shared with us, it seems to me that our society needs a wake-up call. Just because a person does not speak “proper” English, does not mean they are any less intelligent than someone who does. And just because English isn’t a person’s “mother tongue” doesn’t mean that the only thing they will do any good in, is math or science. Ms. Tan, herself, is an example of this. Despite being pushed away from language-based skills, she went on to become an established author. Other examples of this include the actress Ming-Na Wen (Joy Luck Club, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D), musician Mike Shinoda (Linkin Park, Fort Minor), and Connie Chung, a journalist who has also served as a news anchor for many of the major networks, including NBC, CBS, ABC and CNN.

It is because of Ms. Tan’s experiences, and my own, that I find it hard to disagree with the underlying message in her essay. People really do treat non-native English speakers as less. And it’s not just about salespeople not taking them seriously. It’s in the way a person will speak louder and slower when talking to someone who doesn’t understand the language. The person is neither deaf nor stupid, but it is an almost automatic response when we come across someone on the other side of the language barrier. One has to wonder if the tendency to push the children of those people away from developing language skills is also reflex, and what would happen if we were to stop and give them a chance to excel in fields other than math and science. 

Works Cited

Tan, Amy. “Mother Tongue.” Read (2006): 20-23. Article.