Sunday, December 31, 2006
But, it doesn't feel like the new year - it feels like Christmas Eve instead. "a" is upstairs going to bed with gramma; step-dad is watching a movie in the other room, and I'm catching up on emails and blogs.
I'm taking mucho-amounts of Darvacet - turns out I'm allergic to Vicodin; so I can't take it any more. So instead of taking 1-2 pills 2-3 times a day; I'm taking 2 pills, but I make sure that I wait at MINIMUM an hour before taking more... but am still taking pain killers about six times a day. Am taking sleeping pills as well since the pain usually wakes me all night long - which has helped a lot. I'm not so terribly exhausted.
Have been at the bottom of the barrel. Before I went to Mayo I had some unrelenting thoughts of ending things as I can't imagine living my life like this any more. Mayo docs want my anti-depressent upped - need to reach my regular doc to get that arranged as I hate being like this.
I still don't have news from Mayo - but I go back up on Tuesday to find out what they've found so far. The current plan is to send "a" back to his dad's on Monday night, my sister has Tuesday off, so we're driving up in the morning.... bless her heart for helping me (although mom is funding the trip). Bless mom for finally talking to me... she still doesn't think she could have ever done what I chose to do with "A", but at least now, she's letting me explain it a little. She's still in disagreement, and that's fine... but at least she's not treating me like public enemy number one.
If on Tuesday they want to run more tests, the plan is for my sister to go ahead and drive back - and I'll stay at a hotel with a shuttle to and from the clinic, and catch a bus ride home when the time comes... and we figure out what to do then. Right now, driving is out of the question - as the pain meds make me a bit loopy and I don't feel safe trying to drive more than a few blocks.
About the only thing I know for certain - is they went ahead and had me do my first mammogram (since I'd put if off while I've been sick)... and even I could see "something" in the left breast. What, I don't know as I have NO clue what I was looking at... but there's something there. They had me come back for more shots, and then more shots, and then again more shots - then they did an ultrasound - and the doctor said that "it" is nothing and I don't need to do anything other than the normal annual follow ups... kind of scary, but with nothing to know differently, I'm going to "not" worry... but do some research see what they're supposed to look like, see what something "bad" looks like, etc... and just assume that the experts are just that - experts and I can trust them until I learn something different.
I'm planning on setting up appointments with a psychologist when I'm home - how I'm going to get around and deal with things I don't know - but the docs at Mayo are willing to discuss pain management and if they at least give me a name of what I'm fighting here, at least I'll finally know how to try to fight it... and we go on from there.
Everyone has been wonderful, it's great to have so many good friends and family that I can count on... it really is a blessing.
Good Health and Happy New Years to everyone... let's hope that with the new year comes good news and better options - huh?
Friday, December 29, 2006
However, today we're sitting - trying to get a couple of appointments done this morning so we don't have to do them on Jan 5th or Mar 13th. As it is, we'd be sitting and waiting anyway, as I need to have my mammogram redone at 1:00.
I've been trying to talk Cindy into driving to Ikea since it's only an hour away. But her leg's bothering her, so I might cave in and save it for another time.
No matter what, we have to come back in a week for the "review" of all the information.
Good news is that they're testing different kinds of tests than anyone else. Bad news is that I don't really have a clue if we're getting anywhere or not.
So, we sit... and we sit... having the portable DVD player (my xmas gift to myself) has helped a little. I don't quite feel up to working though as my concentration is totally shot. but, eh, we do what we can do. I at least caught up with all my emails and it's quiet this week. So, off we go from here.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
I'm as close to a nervous breakdown as I've ever been... and I couldn't stand it if you were mad at me to. Please forgive me for being an *ss and taking things out on you.
Friday, December 22, 2006
But, I guess, that doesn't apply as well to doctors, friends and family - as well as I thought. I need to seriously work on being able to express my needs, issues, concerns, etc.
Some of my mom being upset with me is that she thought I moved to Des Moines on a spur of a moment kind of thing. I know I've moved around a lot. Some of it with less concentration than others. I find it fairly easy to let go of some of my past and try new starts. However, I thought she was fully aware that I'd spent the entire year before my move talking about moving, talking about options (i.e., Des Moines or Cedar Rapids), trying to find an affordable house, then giving up on that trying to find an apartment that I wouldn't hate every day I was living in it.
I've been whining about my health for at least two years. And while I have had some months go by with less issues than other - I've been truly out of the game for over two years now. I can't take as good a care of the house, myself, my child - at least not to the level I want to that is. Even if the house is clean, I can guarantee, I'm still going to bed as soon as "a" does... I'm still struggling to do the basics. When I was sitting in the truck with "a" and "l" ("a"s friend) - my dear friend BOB went up to the apartment to collect a change of clothes for me and a few changes plus diapers for "a" so he can go to his fathers. The house was a complete pit. I knew it, I warned her of it... and she noticed just how bad it was. She thought that I shouldn't be able to blame this on my health issues - as I'd only been truly hurting since Monday/Tuesday. Only, that's not entirely true. I don't think she's ever been to my house when it's been even remotely picked up, let alone clean... but she first stopped by shortly after "a" was born - and anyone with a newborn who has a clean house is depriving themselves of needed sleep... but then, about a year later when things should have started to really turn around. "a" was old enough to entertain himself... I could clean after work and on weekends - and still be in bed at a decent time. But that time was only a few months. After that this whole mess started. And while I can't say my house is never a mess when I'm totally well... I can tell you that if I'm totally healthy - if it became a mess, it never stayed a mess more than a few hours after I got home. But, since she's only truly known me for the past couple of years - and I've felt like sh*t almost that entire time... she assumes that I keep the house this way because I don't want to clean it. As if I wouldn't chose to have a cleaner house if I could. I know I've whined excessively about not feeling well - but is it getting so wearing hearing me complain about it that it doesn't mean anything? She actually thought that I would have reasonably good housekeeping skills even when I've admitted to spending most evenings and days in bed. To me, that means, you lay down for 8-12 hours and don't get out of bed except as absolutely necessary. Why would anyone connect that concept to being able to keep an apartment clean from a 3-yr old level?
Admittedly, I do at least get enough done to clean up spills as they happen, just not get all the crumbs. I was upset to find that, indeed, there was dried up vomit on "a"s bed from last week... I didn't see it, it was covered with a blanket most of the week... or I would have changed the sheets. The good news is that she thought the cat had sh*t in the bed, however, those were just the raisins that "a" had dropped earlier that morning after breakfast.
And I think I also need to clarify - I do realize that my house's condition is a choice I've made, not one I've wanted to make. But it's been go to work, or clean my house - it's been collapse in the bed and not move for 12 more hours or clean my house... when I do get up to clean, I've got about ten minutes of energy out of every 30 minutes I try to clean... so I've picked my battles. But, even if it's a choice I've made, it's not one that I would continue to make if I had ANY better options. Who knows, maybe post-Rochester trip, even if I'm not better, if I get to file for bankruptcy, perhaps I can at least pay for someone to come in and pick up a few hours a week. Right now the apartment is too filthy to hire someone to come clean... but if I'm not up to it, I've got to figure out some way to get it done. It's not good to live like this.
And now, the doctors. They seem like they're listening - however, they seem to think I'm looking for something that they don't think I need.... which is really odd. Since they gave me shots of morphine, and vicadin to go... they are pretty heavy-handed with the narcotics. But, to take the time to admit me and have to run through more thorough testing to figure out what's really wrong with me seems to be everybody else's job.
The pain killers aren't working very well today. I did take a short nap - but I've also taken extra pills. I felt jittery, itchy, and feverish, but the pain was down enough I could at least start to do a little bit of laundry and dishes. Not much, but a little... but, if I'm not going to get treatment, if I'm not going to get better, how can I possibly take "a" back into a house like this? How, can I possibly provide him with quality time with me when I'm barely able to function like this? Well, I've got to grab the next load from the dryer so I can head to bed.
I guess I've rambled and sobbed enough for tonight.
They ran more tests. They ran some of the tests that they probably should have ran on Tuesday... and what did they find? Nothing - big suprise - huh?
So, here I sit in a wheel chair - unable to walk or drive, practically out of my mind in pain. And they're sending me home with a rx for vicadin. After all, if they can't figure out what's wrong - then nothing must be wrong, huh?
I call Mayo up... thinking I'd see how close I am to getting in, after all, she'd said the end of the month was highly likely and even sooner if my doctor's office called. So - I'm off of the waiting list, I have an appointment now... it's in MARCH! I asked if I could keep that appointment but go back on the waiting list, nope... they don't do that. But I could give up my guaranteed appointment in March and go back on the waiting list, only now - it's between 3 to six months... which means March at the soonest anyway.
I broke down - I chewed her out, I cried, I basically fell apart in the middle of the lobby of the hospital where I was in so much pain I couldn't walk, but wasn't getting admitted either. Bob again - my dear friend who has given so much of her time... came and got me... and we debated about what to do. In the mean time I got a call from an office mate at work - who finally figuring out what was going on between sobs suggested that I turn around and go to another hospital.
So I did... only to be given two shots of morphine (at least it helped the pain enough I could walk again)... and sent home. No heart attack, no pulmonary embolism - no reason for me to stay at the hospital.
I've sent "a" to his fathers for an indefinite amount of time. I can barely take care of myself, let alone him. Last night I took the first two vicadin at 5:30 as the morphine was wearing off, another one at 6:30 when I couldn't tell the first two were working. Two more at 7:30; two more at 9:30 and I made myself wait until after midnight for the next two. I basically sat awake crying and worrying about having no life left to save by the time I finally find a doctor who will take the time to try to help me.
This morning - I got up at 9:30 and took two pain killers first thing, another 1 at 10:30 another 2 at 11:30 and another 1 at 12:30... now I'm itching so bad I can't stand my own skin. I've taken two showers and a couple of benedryl... please, lord help me out. It's bad enough hurting this bad... but adding insult is the itch! I'm crawling out of my skin... it's terrible.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I started to drive to work - and as it progressively got more painful - called my sister. I wanted reassurance that I didn't need to go to the hospital. She was worried, I guess jaw pain is a pretty standard problem for heart attacks for women... so she told me I should probably go and get it all checked out.
The EKG was normal (great) - but per my sister, that only detects if a part of the heart has been damaged and isn't functioning correctly - it wouldn't detect stress or issues from a possible clot passing through that isn't causing a heart attack - that I would need an echo study done for that... which they didn't do and I didn't suggest.
Then because of my history of having lung clots - they did an x-ray which I know isn't the right way to test for clots - as they rarely show up in x-rays. You need a ct-scan with contrast to find embolisms. Which they didn't run and I didn't suggest.
They did a d-dimer which I've researched and as I understand it, it commonly gives false negatives for people who have had clots in the past.
They said that a "heart sensitive enzyme" wasn't present - that's supposed to be good news and I honestly have never heard of it before.
And my INR is too low - again. Which I knew it would drop; but it dropped faster yet than it has in the past. Which may or may not be evidence that I'm clotting - it just means that it's too low to "try to prevent" clotting. This so sucks.
If I were a betting person, I'd put my money on a tiny clot passing through my heart to my lungs - and causing this problem... it feels a lot like the "pinched" nerve I thought I had prior to my clots in 04. Only a bit worse. But, then again, I got no proof... and honestly, even if I had them run all the tests that could have been ran - that they still might not find anything - after all, that's the way it's been for almost two years now.
But, I got a shot of some pain-killer that removed all worry and concern, all pain. It's worn off since, but it really did the trick. I've taken more of my regular pills since - and to be honest, will probably head home and go to bed. I had come into work - cause what's the point? It's not like there's anything wrong with me (at least according to the docs).
Oh - and they gave me guidelines as to when to tell if it's related to the heart or "atypical chest pain" which is what they declared that I have.
- an ache or a sharp pain (check)
- a tingling, or burning feeling (check)
- a pressure feeling (check)
- pain or pressure that may go to the neck, jaw, left shoulder or both arms (check)
- pain may worsen with physical activity (check) and get better with rest (no - not this one)
- nausea or vomiting (check)
- trouble breathing (check)
- a feeling of anxiousness or nervousness (check)
- sweating (check)
- clammy feeling to your skin (check)
- dizziness (check) or weakness (no -not this one either).
atypical chest pain
- pain may feel like a stabbing or burning feeling (check)
- pain is not regular (comes and goes) (nope)
- pain may be in a different place in your chest at different times (nope)
- pain may be worse at different times (well, it did get progressively worse... but it didn't vary)
- pain is not related to rest or physical activity (nope)
- pain does nto get better with nitroglycerin (don't know - they didn't try it)
So, supposedly, this handout was supposed to help me understand when I should go to the ER. If I have more symptoms in the heart pain list I go - otherwise, I take a pain killer. Any wonder why I went to the ER? What are the odds that this list could have helped me NOT go this time? Probably little to none. It's a complete waste of paper if it's telling me that I should go... unless they totally are screwing me over right now.
Oh, and to cover their asses - they disclose "Your symptoms and the tests we've done have NOT confirmed that your pain is related to your heart." Which means that they can't confirm that it isn't my heart either - does it?!
Still feeling pretty sucky - I'm going home and going to go lay down.
Monday, December 18, 2006
1-2 is normal people not on any medication to prevent clotting
2-3 is where they want "most" people who are on the medication
3-5 is where they put people who still clot at 2-3
above 5 - the risk for internal bleeding, or if you get cut - the risk associated with not being able to getting it to stop bleeding, rises the higher the number goes
EVERYTHING affects this number, besides the medicine, other medicine, food, stress, amount of sleep, amount of activity, alcohol, EVERYTHING.
I'm almost always yo-yoing between too little, too much, etc... and I think part of it is that they make "big" adjustments to the dosage; which means I react "big" and drop too far; or climb too high.
When I first started out it was 6.7 - high risk, woah, back that tractor up sort of reaction. But I felt fantastic. I felt like someone had finally plugged in my recharger and while the pain wasn't gone altogether, the spells stopped and I didn't feel like I needed ten more naps.
Then it dropped down to 1.07 and then further down to 1.03 and I was back to being completely miserable, spells several times a day, and energy of a 200 yr old turtle.
When it climbed to 2.03, I dropped down to a spell a day... but still felt completely miserable.
Then it climbed to 3.07, same dosage - a couple of spells within 2-3 days... still lousy.
Then it climbed to 3.7, same dosage - no spells, a smidgen of energy... still ton of pain.
But, then it's too high - right? So, we dropped it down.
Today it's back at 2.03 - one-two spells per day, miserable. etc...
only about five more weeks left to the trial. I cannot honestly say that beign within range of 2-3 stops the spells, but >3 seems to... wonder if I'd be able to talk the doc into more trial run with it in the range of 3-4 or 3-5 without evidence of clotting. Even if it's only long enough to get the apartment cleaned?
Thursday, December 14, 2006
The new job is just a matter of protocol... I should be moving to a new desk out in WDM shortly after the new year. I am not sure if I'll even go to the existing office out by Hickman road, as they are moving out to Jordan Creek area around the same time... So, I might save myself the trouble and wait until then to make my move. 90% of my work is done by conference call anyway, so no biggie.
Now, about "the mess" ....
I know that I have several choices of actions that range from one extreme to another.... "prosecution" and "ignoring it". I know full well, that while I've been trying to "ignore it" that it isn't the right choice, but it was the easy choice for the time being as I just couldn't cope with anything else at the time.
I also know that based on my actions (no matter what I choose to do) that "A" has his own actions and choices that are truly going to determine how he handles things and how well he matures (or doesn't).
Knowing that prosecution may or may not help him mature and may or may not help him end up with a life a crime... means that I'd be making a VERY big step (and one, that quite truly, I'm not sure I can live with) and really not being able to predict that it would have the result that I desire.
Knowing that ignoring it may have the SAME EXACT effects, AND also knowing my own guilt tolerance, I know that I would feel like I was "allowing" the wrong thing to continue and by default almost encouraging it. I've always thought that consequences needed to be applicable and consistently applied. I've always tried to measure the consequences against the degree of the crime as well.
So, that's where I'm struggling, still. I know that the severity demands true prosecution - but I can't live with my actions if I do it. I know that I will probably settle somewhere in the in-between... so that I can say that I know I tried to do what I was able to do and if it still didn't work out.... well, so be it. That's why they have a cut-off date of when someone is supposed to be an adult and as such are responsible to the world if they continue with destructive behavior instead of just parents...
The good news is that I'm no longer burying my head in the sand and that I can honestly think about what to do now without bursting into tears. And that, at least is progress, if nothing else.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
So, I mess up totally, and am 20 minutes late for a lunch interview. After I said my apologies though, the next words out of her mouth were "Please come work for my group!"... how cool is that?
They're looking to pull in someone that's a cross between business and technical, who can document as well as code... who can gather requirements and write test plans... hmmm... seem pretty ideally suited to me? Oh, and I already know everyone else in the group and like working with them... and, perhaps best of all... she likes that I'm opinionated and is ok with me speaking my mind (as she's been working with me for the past six months).
All we have to do now is work out the details, which will include hopefully a decent raise. She wasn't in a position to talk money... but by Monday, I can ask about money and hopefully write my own ticket. I'm just thrilled I got my feet in the door - you know?!
Finally picked out an inexpensive digi camera - since "a" put the last one in the tub, I've been without. And, as rarely as I take pictures, it's still an annoyance. I love the convenience of toting along a digital camera and snapping candid pics here and there.
The x-mas tree? well, it went up quick & easy even if it didn't turn out so great. It's enough for now. And yes, the pic is blurry, but perhaps, it's better that way.
Here's our advant calendar... although "a" still doesn't quite get the concept... every single day he has to search every single compartment for a "goodie"... so I daren't fill them all, or the gig would be up on day one. Instead I have to sneak out every evening to put in the treasure for the next day. And hope I don't get caught... because then he'd want access to the stash!
A pic of my cutie-pie as well, although his face is dirty.
And then, a series of pictures where "a" insisted that I take pictures of his dinner... although that's not how he words things... "it's cheese my milk, mommy", etc.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Today, I have a lunch Interview with my potential manager to figure out what my new job will entail and a meeting Monday morning with her boss because he has additional information he wants to make sure I'm aware of when considering the option. Neither will probably have any say in the $ amount of any raise... but we can at least discuss methods for process improvement and ideas around which to fix what's currently wrong and what they really need - long-term.
I'm taking the afternoon off as I absolutely feel like collapsing into a heap of tears. But, plan on maintaining my composure long enough to make it through lunch (I hope).
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
$80 to "bail" out the car (so I don't end up paying $10/day for storage).
Only to find out that there was some vandalism - someone flattened the tire... and near as I can tell, it was done before being towed, as the rim is ruined too.
We put the donut spare on it - Walmart doesn't carry rims, but will provide a free tire since I have road hazard warranty - and they can't prove it wasn't caused by something in the road. Oh, and per "A" the transmission isn't working - it won't go into reverse. So the car is supposed to be parked in the driveway at the old house. AND IT BETTER STAY THERE!
How do I convince the bank to come and repossess if they aren't at the stage to reposses yet as I'm not far enough behind in payments? I don't want it... and I won't let "A" have it... and I can't sell it with a ruined rim, and a transmission that is practically shot as "A" was doing a little too much "something" and ruined it.
"A"s a little upset that I didn't bail him out until morning. But, I told him that between having a toddler that didn't need his sleep ruined... that I thought it was a good lesson for him to learn that jail isn't a comfortable place to spend time. In the meantime, I am having nightmares almost every night where "A" is replacing Patrick and going through his "eluding police" nightmare that got him killed.
Mom spent at least half-an-hour chewing me out on the phone. She's refusing to listen to my side of things, telling me that I'm just making excuses for myself, that I'm not "defining" abuse the same way she is, and that I'm just in "Complete Denial". She said that she's basing this on what "A" has told her and the time she saw me yelling at him when he was a small child and he winced. And that my sister saw me yelling at him "cruelly" when he was around four - which I've admitted to. And then she brought up a couple of instances that quite honestly, never occurred. And when I called the police last year - she refuses to believe that "A" choked me over unplugging his pc. She's convinced that I must have been attacking him first. "A" swears "to me" - so I don't know if I believe him - that he's tried to convince her that he wasn't abused.
She's only talked to me this one time, and then said she's "tired of eternally discussing this and that she refuses to talk about it ever again.". She said that if I want to be part of the family it's up to me to "change my attitude and fix things" as she doesn't have the energy to "handle me the way I am".
Step-dad who has spent about 30% of the last month or so in the hospital with heart issues is losing weight, 36 or 38 pounds in only two weeks. I'm worried that he won't stay healthy long enough to lose the weight and lower his cholesteral so he qualifies for treatment.
"a"s pink eye is almost gone and "supposedly" no longer contagious... so he's back in school.
"a" is trying to decorate the house for Christmas, which is absolutely adorable as he explores the boxes and pulls out new treasure, but kind of a disaster as I've been working at home every spare moment I've had so that I can keep up at work... and I haven't had time to put away the things I've already got out and "on display" so there's no room for the Christmas items...
Boxes, "treasures", packing material - everywhere you look... a couple of "trails" that are clear of clutter to get from one room to another.
And the project I'm working on right now as an assignment wants to hire me away from my current bosses. Good money and I might - but to be honest, just discussing it is kind of stressful right now.
I'm about two inches from a nervous breakdown. Enough is enough world... leave me alone for a little while.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Driving with a suspended liscense, failing to get his SR-22 insurance, running a stop sign, elluding police.
A'm angry and heartbroken all at the same time.
I always knew that his defiance was unhealthy... but I thought he thought enough of himself and his goals to not get into his own way.
Like too many teens, he's become his own worst enemy.
In the morning, I'll have to get "a" to a doctor to confirm or deny the diagnosis I made this weekend of pinkeye... which will dictate if he can go to the daycare while I go bail his brother out of jail.
I know this will probably only anger my mother more towards me... but I think that him spending the night in jail might be a better lesson than being bailed out immediately. I want him to learn from his mistakes and not think that it's ok to screw around like he is.
I thought he was growing up, but alas - testosterone is not a good thing when mixed with a teenager and both his mother's and father's teenage attitude.
I can't undo what he's done... I can't undo anything I've done. I can only go forward and try to make sure the impact of this event is enough that he never, ever wants to repeat it. Since it's in the Newton Jail, I'm hoping that it isn't as bad a horror story as it could be, but enough so that real-life proves it's not the place he ever wants to go back to.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
- When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? Where are the tweezers?
- How much cash do you have on you? $10
- What’s a word that rhymes with “DOOR?” chore
- Favorite planet? Mars
- Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? JR (calling again, being ignored again)
- What is your favorite ring tone? ?? I don't know - beep-da-beep-beep
- What shirt are you wearing? two - t-shirt that's a bit too small covered by a fleece pull over with Mickey Mouse's outline stitched onto it. I figure I can wear it around and when I finally quit wasting time on-line I can go to Newton to load the truck and pull it off if I get too hot.
- Do you “label” yourself? Yep - my latest? Fatty
- Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing? Does Walmart count?
- Bright or Dark Room? Sun shining in through the sliding glass doors behind me
- What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? Awesome blogger - Supafine
- What does your watch look like? No watch - can't wear 'em without breaking 'em - so what's the point
- What were you doing at midnight last night? zonked
- What did your last text message you received on your cell say? hey - creative, huh? last time I talked to "the teacher" before he decided my health was more than he could handle.
- Where is your nearest 7-11? No idea - although there is a Caseys 100 ft from the entrance to my aparment complex and a Kum & Go across the street from the entrance
- What’s a word that you say a lot? does "What's that "a"?" count?
- Who told you he/she loved you last? "a"
- Last furry thing you touched? Junior, my kitty-cat
- How many drugs have you done in the last three days? legal, I assume... let's see - eight darvacet, five naurantin, 10 meclizine, 3 cymbalta, 3 warfarin, 3 folid acids, 3 b6, 3 b12... and that's all before noon today, plus the two days prior
- How many rolls of film do you need developed? film, who still uses it? Although, I DO need to buy a new camera, as I can't stand not having one... and I want one that can use either my memory stick/cards
- Favorite age you have been so far? anything BUT the last three years and under 18
- Your worst enemy? Probably me
- What is your current desktop picture? Firefox one that my son put on
- What was the last thing you said to someone? No boots on mommy's bed! (too bad it wasn't to a real cowboy)
- If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be? easy-peasy - the money... who needs to fly if you can send someone else to do it?
- Do you like someone? A few someones... what kind of question is this?
- The last song you listened to? Not sure - but it was some Doors - before I picked my little one up from daycare. He loves rock music, but the Doors aren't exactly pc - ya know?
- What time of day were you born? 10:46 pm - 16 minutes after the news ended... my dad (after 3 trips to the hospital with false labor) insisted on catching the end of the news - and it took 15 minutes to get to the hospital. Mom mentioned something about the nurse in the elevator afraid they wouldn't get to the top floor fast enough.
- What’s your favorite number? ???? hmmm - 6 for June?
- Where did you live in 1987? First half? - Nasty ol' trailer off of SE 14th st in Des Moines that was only 40' long and the width of a small love seat... and about five feet between trailers. Second half? Not quite as nasty a trailer on the other side of SE 14th st that was 3 bedroom and 14' wide - as I was pregnant with "A" and it WAS TIME to move into a nicer place.
- Are you jealous of anyone? No one specific - richer people probably
- Is anyone jealous of you? Not likely
- Where were you when 9/11 happened? Working at APAC - watching from a conference room after we first heard the news.
- What do you do when vending machines steal your money? If I can see the food (and it's just not falling?) a well-placed kick (or two, or three). Otherwise, nothing.
- Do you consider yourself kind? For the most part
- If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be? Back of my shoulder
- If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? Spanish
- Would you move for the person you loved? Yes, if I felt that I could still support myself.
- Are you touchy feely? Only with my sons and the other men in my life.
- What’s your life motto? There's a right time and place for things. Working Hard & Playing Hard.
- Name three things that you have on you at all times? debit card, driver’s license, pain meds
- What’s your favourite town/city? to visit? Chicago
- What was the last thing you paid for with cash? Dinner & Entrance fee to the Des Moines Art Center Holiday Party
- When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it? Um? not for a very, very long time.
- Can you change the oil on a car? Yes. Um, theoretically.
- Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her? Haven't heard anything in about 20 years about him.
- How far back do you know about your ancestry? My aunt worked up my mother's side of the family - all the way back to Mayflower and before. My dad? about 3 generations back.
- The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy? Black evening gown on my Orlando Cruise where virtually no one else dressed up.
- Does anything hurt on your body right now? My left leg, my left arm, the left side of my chest.
- Have you been burned by love? Absolutely - but not for about 18 years.
I've gained about 15 pounds which takes me up past the starting point. And it's not like I've been trying lately. I've been too focused on staying healthy - which in part means eating enough to keep my stomach from getting chewed up with all the meds I'm taking (which usually means junk food as I'm not good about keeping good-for-you food at work).
I left it up thinking that it would remind me to start again when I'm ready to.
But now it just feels silly to leave it up when I'm so fat and it's so wrong.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Today as I walked to get lunch along the skywalk, I saw people of various skin colors, old and young, people with different kinds of eyes (slanted, etc.), people in wheel chairs, a blind person and people with hearing aids.
And it struck me... every time I was in a large place with a lot of people, I've always felt a little bit "lost" in a crowd. Only, now I don't... I feel like a piece of the puzzle or a piece of the "blend". Everywhere I look, I see people who are different than me... And it's fine. It's a "non-issue". It's not that no one cares.... It's more that no one thinks that the differences are a problem.
As far as the day care is concerned... They treat all the children the same. As far as my employer goes - we're all unique individuals and it's not that they don't care about our differences... They "appreciate" our differences. And that's not something that happens in small towns.
People in Des Moines (or at least that I've been exposed to from daycare/work/etc.) don't ostracize anyone - for any reason. Why - because why bother - there are enough differences that you don't have to treat anyone poorly because of their differences - because EVERYONE has something that's different about them.
Maybe it'll change as "a" goes to public school - or junior high and high school where 'wearing the right clothes matters' or going to the "right" school matters -that type of thing. But the truth is that I think that it'll be BETTER than small town cliques - where there's too few people outside of the clique that you end up feeling so alone... and it's possible to be ostracized. In a bigger school, bigger town - if one group doesn't want you around - there are plenty of other groups to join - and again - it's a non-issue. You don't have to be rich and popular to be normal and well-liked.
No one treats you any differently if you have black or white skin, blue or brown eyes, not enough money or plenty of money, parents who are married, or parents who are actually grandparents, or whether your parent believes in UFOs or Ghosts... If it bugs one person, there are dozens of others that it doesn't bug - and it just doesn't matter. This is a very good thing about moving to Des Moines - and it really didn't occur to me until today how thankful I am to be living here.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Phil - This sooo reminds me of a certain night playing drinking games. I'm thinking you and I might have a ton of unusual things we could add to this - i.e., present when woman admits to current boyfriend that she'd had sex for cash... etc.
01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said “I love you” and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby’s diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk
42. Had amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched wild whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Alphabetized your CDs
57. Pretended to be a superhero
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
83. Got flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark
88. Kissed on the first date
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone
92. Buried one/both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised children
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Touched a stingray
110. Broken someone’s heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
132. Touched a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey
135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone’s life
Monday, November 27, 2006
Her mother didn't put her down, not even once in several hours. I finally walked up to her and teased her about spoiling her... which didn't get her to put the baby down. Finally after like three hours - I walked over and DEMANDED an opportunity to hold my grand-niece. After twenty minutes I passed her on to someone else who had been waiting patiently too.
Those tiny hands and itty bitty nose, a tongue that she sticks out when she thinks she's hungry. Oh, and the little stinker hardly holds anyone's finger - she pulls away instead of grasping which is supposed to be instinctual. Not little Emma - but she did hold my finger a couple of times while she was sleeping. And there were a few smiles and then frowns during her dreams... you just gotta wonder what on earth could a two week old dream about that makes her frown??? No waking smiles yet, but it's way too soon... but there were big ol' grins in her sleep.
Dinner was excellent as always. Several of the family members were present, a few noticeably absent. Step-dad went back into the hospital the night before... which meant mom had no sleep. She still got up and made buns and probably didn't get enough recognition for it - they were awesome as always. She was tired and probably feeling lousy as well as hurting and stressed.
I should have kept that thought at the top of my mind more than I did... I was perfectly civil to her until she snapped at me; so I snapped back. I saw her biting her lip a couple of times, and I know I didn't say a lot of the things I was thinking as well. I waited until she left the living room to share the DVD from the Ghost hunting expedition... and then she came back in and sat down... oops! She left the minute they showed "a"s face... "exposing my child to something" was all I heard as she left the room. Not sure she's still talking to me at this point.
I tried to schedule some time Saturday to go out and see her - but she didn't get home from seeing step-dad in the hospital early enough and I had to meet "a"s dad to pick him up.
Spending four days at my sister's was a trial at best. Don't get me wrong, I get along with them fine. But they sleep all morning, they wear pajamas all day long - and I slept on half of a couch and an end table. I couldn't take a shower or bath... came home feeling extremely grungy.
Sunday, I stopped in Newton to pick up more items at the house and go through some more trash, recyclables, etc. The thermastat was set at 90 degrees Fahrenheit! Apparantly "A" bumped into it, and the "up" button got stuck on! I called him up to ask him about it, apparently it was just the day before and when he'd gone back Saturday night - it was "steamy". So I cranked it back down to 55... lordy, I ended up switching out of my heavy sweatshirt and into a pajama top tank top... and was still sweating as I tried to load up the car and keep an eye on "a". Finally we were done and "A" wanted to see "a" so we stopped at his apartment. I threw on a "cover-up" that goes with the pajamas so I could feel less like I was parading around ... but was still way, way too hot to wear my sweatshirt or sweaters that I had packed. So, here I am, no makeup, hair hasn't been washed literally for four days... hair up in a sloppy pony tail - wearing jeans and pajama tops - and I get to meet "A"s girlfriend for the first time. ugh. oh, well. She's a real sweatheart. Cute little thing, skinny, with long, dark hair. And she's not afraid to talk to me, and not afraid to stand up for herself. She's a senior in high school and turns 18 next month. I'm hoping "A" takes the birthday gift pretty seriously and gives her something really nice. They've been dating about two weeks now... and he's already met her parents and grandfather. Although he didn't invite her to Thanksgiving (although she might have gone to her own family event). I think he's pretty serious about her, he's talking about how soon she can move in. scary? But, that's "A". When he finally decides to date someone, he falls pretty hard, very fast. It's really sweet, I think... am glad he doesn't have my trust issues!
Oh, well, back to work!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Now silence - not one call yesterday or so far today.
What the heck do you think got into him...? Or is now no longer of such importance? I almost wonder if he found the blog and my posts and realized he's being a pain?
Weird, is all I can think.
People from broken homes may be more prone to psychotic illnesses such as schizophrenia, research suggests.
Read it yourself, they state that people from broken homes are 2.5 times more likely to suffer from psychosis.... but funny how the other factors:
African Caribbean origin 9 times more likely
black African origin 6 times more likely
didn't make it into the headline.
Of course, it's obvious then, that if you can't make your marriage work (either due to infedelity, abuse, etc.) that your child would obviously suffer tremendous stress and is going to become psychotic - doesn't it. GRRRRR
Monday, November 20, 2006
The first question was - aren't these duplicates? umm, occasionally they might be the same "values" when someone is requesting the documents and asking you to return them to you - however, they really are two different sets of information (i.e., name, address, etc). As they don't have to be the same.
I then defined what "requesting party" meant and what "deliver to party" meant. I.e., a requesting party is the system user that is requesting document generation. In the case where a system might automatically generate the request, they would have to look at the role types of internal employees to determine who is working on the loan and should be identified as a requester (i.e., they own that portion of the process and therefor -they would be our follow up contact if there were issues). The deliver to party is the individual who is going to "RECEIVE" the printed copies of the document - and that the requester should be able to select the recipient.
Then they turned around and decided that the "deliver to party" would be hard-coded to a specific person; and that the "requesting party" would be a party to the loan process that would have no access to the document generation system.
ummm - no... not what we're looking for. If we wanted to hard-code the deliver to party we wouldn't have asked you to supply it... and the requesting party will be whoever requested the document -i.e., the user.
I want to take a cartoon mallet to their cartoon-y over-sized head right now... where it makes a great big "duh" sound everytime it strikes.
Following in Bob's footsteps - I took the following tickle IQ test.
Your IQ score is 126
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Your Intellectual Type is Precision Processor. This means you're exceptionally good at discovering quick solutions to problems, especially ones that involve math or logic. You're also resourceful and able to think on your feet.
Click here to take one yourself.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
So, he's having semi-normal conversations with me... although he still slips up a lot and tries to turn every call sooner or later into a pornagraphic call. I keep talking about the distance and how I don't have a lot of time - and that it's a HUGE barrier.
What I'm not telling him is that the sex was borderline boring and he's about the size of a toddler... that the back rub he promised me sucked big time, that the "spoiling" he promised me turned into a frozen pizza and a movie on the couch and he doesn't have a clue how to please a woman - because that's not nice. Men have a tough enough time with there ego's I don't need to be mean - there are other reasons not to date.
Anyway - somehow we went from that topic to - how he wants to get to know me better, and "we'll figure out a way" ... I said, we could try and see where it leads... but, I don't know why. I suppose it's because I have little to no success meeting anyone of any interest lately and I guess I want a "back-up" plan in case I don't meet anyone for five years. Totally unfair - and I know it, but it isn't like I haven't tried to dump the guy a couple of times already.
Somehow, that lead to TWELVE phone calls last night, mostly within minutes of the previous call ending. To the point where I finally ignored the last three... somewhere in there he brought up "committed relationship" "forever" and "I love you".... I told him that if he was on a sure path to never see me again with that kind of language. "I wasn't in a place where that kind of thing is acceptable!" Like "FORGET THIS SHIT"... "WTF?" I believe managed to come out of my mouth... and "You did NOT just say that!"... OMG - Is it time for some truth telling? Or do I just dump him politely again?
Friday, November 17, 2006
Sunday night my first night - I took it and it didn't do anything (which who knows, maybe it takes a while to take effect if it's the kind you have to keep taking since it affects the brain differently)... so I took my regular pain killer as well - assuming worst case, I'd get sleepy. And then I spent the next eight hours being extremely OCD and I went through several pieces of tupperware filled with bits and pieces of various craft and Christmas ornaments left overs... and sorted them all. We're talking digging through and sorting out the 3mm and 5mm same color beads, etc... I couldn't sleep - and felt I HAD to finish it even through it's been this way for about four to five years. I blamed it on the new meds and worried that it was going to keep me from sleeping.
Monday night - exhausted from no sleep the night before - I hit the bed at 8:30 right after "a" crashed and don't remember my head hitting the pillow. The pain - it's still there, muted, but noticeable... which is pretty much the same as before - no better, no worse. Until today.
Today, I'm sitting here about five hours until scheduled time for second pain killer with pain in my legs driving me nuts... no heating pad in site as I'm at work. No bed to lay down in. I'd take the afternoon off, but have meetings and time cards to sign for the contractors who don't report to me.
So, I'm taking one of my other pain meds... either I'm about to get a ton of energy and waste it on useless OCD tasks, or I'm about to pass out at my desk. Not sure I care either way, to be honest...
I'm torn... before I thought that because of my "pain and exhaustion" that I was depressed which added to the exhuastion. But - when my test results were high last time and I felt awesome albeit with pain... if they finally fix whatever is wrong with me does that mean that the depression and exhaustion are going to disappear?
I need a new doctor - how do I get a doctor that is uber-intelligent and can figure this shit out?
Thursday, November 16, 2006
They are still trying to figure out what that "role" really means, but to some degree, it's a "whatever needs to be done" kind of role. Although it's not management - it probably would lead that way.
I did mention again the tension between staying in the work group and continuing to assist with future projects and my current managers desire to get me back after this project is completed... not sure how that will all pan out.
My medicine is highly dangerous to take... too little, and you body doesn't benefit - too much, and you become exposed to serious risk of either a serious bleeding event/bleeding to death.
So - First time - I take 10 mg per day (a fairly high dose to start with, but the same that I was taking when I was taking it last year).
Within four days, I skyrocketed... instead of decreasing my dosage dramatically - they had me stop it altogether for four days... I dropped down to non-beneficial ranges.
So, they start me out at one-fourth the dosage (even though I was three times higher) - and go figure, my strange reaction is to drop even lower than when I wasn't taking any. Common sense says - well, it's obviously not enough. Which my doctor agreed - and we doubled it to 5 mg per day. After seven days, I've increased the test results by .4 points - which gets me from 1.04 to 1.40... while I'm supposed to be between 2 and 3... ok... so if we keep the dosage at 5.0 for another week, wouldn't you expect to possibly get 1.8? Wouldn't you think we could increase the dosage by 1 mg to try to get just a little closer to target? Nope... we're keeping it at 5... doesn't make any sense to me... but ah, well, who am I to say?
Monday, November 13, 2006
|Your Political Profile:|
|Overall: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal|
|Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal|
|Personal Responsibility: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal|
|Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal|
|Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal|
|Defense and Crime: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal|
|You Are 80% Boyish and 20% Girlish|
You have a tough exterior - and usually a tough interior to match it.
You're no nonsense, logical, and very assertive.
Sometimes you can't understand women at all, even if you're a woman yourself.
You see things rationally, and don't like to let your emotions get the best of you.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
My department I work with has been hoping to get me back to the group and start working true requirements again - knowing that they still had to fulfill the commitment that was made. As we're nearing the end of the commitment - I've been asked to take on additional duties. I've tried to explain why I thought another party would be better suited to do those duties... and then I took the Project Manager aside and explained to him my situation.... and that taking on additional duties is counter-productive to my managers. He asked if I was open to moving into another department so that he could keep me on. I said, I'd be open - but that it depended on the opportunity.
My supervisor and I sat down on Friday and spent about an hour detailing out my duties (including the newly added duties)... and discussing exit-strategies. I explained my "pinched" feeling. And that unofficially I had been asked about moving to another department. My supervisor was pretty pissed.
I don't know - I have a TON of concerns about my current department and the role I play within it. Not sure that I can "fight" the expectations that everyone has as to who should get what kinds of promotions is based on years of experience within the company as opposed to skills or years of experience outside the company.... even if their skills earned within the company have nothing to do with their current position... they'll still get the promotion.
Currently I have four people who are "NOT" my direct reports. Although I have all the duties that would normally be required if they were my direct reports. I was counting on using this as justification for a good raise/bonus... however, it still grates that they can't be considered a direct report - because if they did, then they'd have to adjust my salary/job title... and they don't want to do that.
So, I'm more than a little open to the opportunity to move to another department where they feel that I make a contribution that they can't live without... you know? I'll keep you posted.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Anyway, last night, in the dark, with lots of shadows in a garage where the light is broken, I was walking way too quickly considering I couldn't see the big dark thing in the middle of the garage that I tripped over.
I remember my left foot catching on it... I remember being completely airborne as some point. But, that's about all I remember. How I managed to land on my ass on the other side when I tripped over something that was about 3'x 3' - I have no clue. Glad I didn't land on my face.
Now to go get more ice to sit on.
|Your Quirk Factor: 69%|
You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal.
No doubt about it, there's little about you that's "normal" or "average."
Friday, November 03, 2006
Now they want a quote from me as well??? hmmm... silly me, all I did was get to play with power tools.... wonder how they'll take that?
I hook the tv up to the DVR box to realize something that I probably should have realized in July when I had them set up the DVR box. They didn't leave me the remote! But, I did sit down and sit in front of the tv using the buttons on the box to program in all my favorite shows to be automatically recorded.
Last night I stop by at the cable company to request a remote. I had my entire explanation of why I didn't realize that I didn't have a remote for three months fully rehearsed. The woman was the only one working, I stood in line for 20 minutes... she seemed a bit relieved for a simple request of "can i have a remote" - she didn't even ask for my account number let alone suggest that I might have to pay for it.
So, last night, I could actually sit on the couch and re-wind, and catch up, and fast-forward through commercials.... ahhh! sweet relief.... I never want to go without it again!
Thursday, November 02, 2006
- He has his own apartment - wahooo!
- He still has his job - yehaw!
- He still hasn't paid for his car insurance (eek!) but I do think he's being particularly cautious and lives only four or five blocks from work.... I just told him that I'm pretending he has it so it doesn't drive me nuts thinking about it.... and that he can't drive with "a" or I in the car.
- He's buying healthy food (well, junk too) - but it isn't ALL junk which is what I was afraid of
- He's looking for a roommate to share expenses (preferably skinny, with long blond hair - LOL)
- He's meeting with civic leaders and promoting his interest in running his own business (how cool is that?!)
- He's written a business proposal and is getting advice from many other entrepreneurs!!!
- He's found a site for his new business (which would be a rental), which offers an option to have a drive-through window installed
- He's agreeing to work full-time until the business takes off
How cool is this? I'm thinking it's pretty major-cool - that's what I think!
Without meds - the level would be between 1.0 and 1.2
The level they want me at? between 2.0 and 3.0
The level I was at on Monday? 6.4 - where 5.0 is considered dangerously high and capable of spontaneous internal bleeding.
This medication is supposed to zap you of energy, not release it. However, the higher the number, the easier it is for the blood to 'flow'... nicknamed 'thinner' it is although thinner blood isn't really any thinner than normal blood. However, does it make sense that if I have issues with blood flowing and when it flows better my energy level skyrockets and when it flows slower, I get exhausted? Or that the pain increases? Hmmmm.... I've been trying to keep a medical journal to track all of this and I think I'm going to track my energy level besides my blood results and see if there truly is a correlation or not.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
A Different World
Alfred Hitchcock Presents
American Idol/Pop Idol/Canadian Idol/Australian IdolAmerica's Next Top Model/Germany's Next Top Model
Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Are You Afraid of the Dark?
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Babylon 5: Crusade
Battle of the Planets (ADDED)
Battlestar Galactica (the old one)
Battlestar Galactica (the new one)
Beavis & Butthead
Beverly Hills 90210
Boy Meets World
Buck Rogers (ADDED)
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Commander in Chief
Curb Your Enthusiasm
Dancing with the Stars
Dead Like Me
Degrassi: The Next Generation
Dharma & Greg
Doctor Who (new Who)
Doctor Who (original)
Due South Earth 2
Dukes of Hazard
Everybody Loves Raymond
Facts of Life
Father Knows best
Ghost Hunters (added)
Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C.
Hart to Hart
Head of the Class
Homicide: Life on the Street
I Dream of Jeannie
I Love Lucy
Just the 10 of Us
Kate & Allie
Kath and Kim
Laverne and Shirley
Little House on the Prairie
Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman
Lost in Space
Love, American Style
Malcolm in the Middle
Married... With Children
Mork & Mindy
Mr. Show with Bob and David
My Life as a Dog
My Name is Earl
My Secret Identity
My So-Called Life
My Three Sons
My Two Dads
One Tree Hill
Out of This World
Queer As Folk (US)
Queer as Folk (British)
Saturday Night Live (ADDED)
Saved by the Bell
Scarecrow and Mrs. King
Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?
Sex and the City
Simon & Simon
Six Feet Under
Slings and Arrows
Star Trek: The Next Generation
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Star Trek: Voyager
Star Trek: Enterprise
Starsky & Hutch
Step By Step
That 70's Show
That's So Raven
The Addams Family
The Amazing Race
The Andy Griffith Show
The Beverly Hillbillies
The Brady Bunch
The Cosby Show
The Daily Show
The Dead Zone
The Dick Van Dyke Show
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
The Golden Girls
The Hogan Family
The L Word
The Love Boat
The Mary Tyler Moore Show
The Mighty Boosh
The O.C.The Office (UK)
The Office (US)
The Partridge Family
The Real World
The Six Million Dollar Man
The Suite Life of Zack and Cody
The Tomorrow People
The Twilight Zone
The West Wing
The Wonder Years
Whose Line is it Anyway? (US)
Whose Line is it Anyway? (UK)
Will and Grace
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Plus "A" finally admits that he does believe there's something going on at the old house... if nothing else, he now realizes that he sensed something else there "watching" him and really only noticed it now that it's gone. He said that he's decided that the house itself has convinced him that there really is something else going on - not exactly that it's a ghost - so much as something 'not right'.
I'm just glad I'm out of there.
Me - "Say 'knock-knock'"
"a" - "knock-knock"
Me - "Who's there?"
"a" - "me!"
Me - "Noooo.... You're supposed to say 'Boo!'"
"a" - "Boo!"
Me - "Boo-hooo"
Me - "Say, 'Aw, don't cry it's only me"
"a" - silence....
Me - "OK, let's try this again... Say 'knock-knock'" and we'd repeat the exact same thing over and over again until he decided to try something brand-new.
Me - "Who's there?"
"a" - "Not me!"
'cause of course - I kept telling him - no, not me... say "boo".... aawww....
Unfortunately, the meds that seem to be helping me with all this are way, way too high in my system, and I have to stop taking them for a few days. I just hope I feel this great when the levels are on track!
Oh - and wait for another post about the haunted house. I've got a busy day today, but hope to get it posted before Halloween night.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Last time I was on blood thinners I was exhausted all the time. This time, I started taking them in the evening per advice from the internet. AND WHAT A DIFFERENCE IT MAKES... and only after four days. I'm still sore and still having some trouble sleeping. But, I can actually be up and walking for more than ten minutes without feeling intense desire to sit back down and relax. That's good news... very, very good news.
I started taking my meds Thursday night; I had four spells on Friday; two on Saturday; and none yesterday. I go in to check my med levels today.... to see if I need to increase or decrease my meds. But, I cannot say just how thankful I am to be on it this time around. Of course, my period should start next week; and I'll probably be cursing the meds then; but, ah well, at least I'm seeing improvements. And I know that having a clean house dramatically impacts my mood - and vice-versa. The only room left to tackle is "a"s room. Which is a lot of work considering "a" is usually removing toys off his shelves as fast as I put them up.
Next post which might not be for a couple days, as the week starts ramping up, but it'll be about how proud I am of "A" and plans for his brand new apartment!