It’s Wednesday, and the traitorious idiot is at it again. Read some of his stuff and he IS very antiAmerican. Full of it he is. Go Bush and consider volunteering and/or donating to the Bush campaign. I have. (more…)

Klarissa in one of her better moments, bout how I feel too despite having a wonderful tandom massage, two therapists, heavenly. Yeah, picky cause I still hurt lots.

Least I didn’t get any catupuncture thou Krissie did get up on the table in the middle of the massage, was shooed off before she could join in.

One should not get a massage with eight cats in the room, trust me on this.

Well, the doc’s office, Vollmer’s - MS Clinic, called back, gave me the runaround, go to PCP, get copies of MRI’s, LP’s etc. that support diagnosis of MS and have them sent and I may get seen in a few months. Hello, they are all at the damn hospital, I explained I was discharged with orders to see him in two weeks. Sorry, he’s out of town. Best I could do pulling strings is June 16th.

Guess I’ll be calling Frey’s office in the morning explaining they can’t see me for a month and see if there’s any chance of finding out results before then or seeing him as it is not looking too promising. Still hasn’t ordered the visual evoked potentials either.

I don’t like not knowing, not getting treatment cause they are busy and he is out of town. Surely, there is a Neurologist in that place that can help me.

Falling flatter than a flower powered zipper pull, one John F’n Kerry.

Might take some lessons from his daughter who is a little less flat. She’s a bit more transparent, oh and not work safe either. Really shouldn’t give him ideas. Imagine if he….

No perish the thought.

Guess who made some changes when the sh-t hit the fan?

eee!Irrevocable Hype with clarifications and a little loosening of restrictions. Helps some bloggers but the group blogs are still SOL.

See, after the fix, for the personal weblogs, max authors are 13 for the introductory price of $149.95. Additional authors are $9.95 each 268.65 + 149.95 = $418.60 for the 40 something authors at the Command Post. Getting up to the Photoshop price. Does eee!/Irrevocable Hype have so many features to be worth that much?

Guest blogging will be out too unless they post with something less than the frequency I guest post at, kindof sparse, sorry.

Would be interested to see how many eee!/Irrevocable Hype users switch to WordPress. Will be adjusting the blogrolls accordingly. See one notable has switched already.

They were so cute, couldn’t resist unlike this morning when I heard an ominous crash from the other room. Ironing board was left out, crashed against a table. Not sure of the total damage tally, place is a mess. They broke a lamp the other day too, destructive yet so cute.

1. Have you made lasting friendships via your blog that grew into a ‘real life’ friendship?

Nope, the site yeah, the blog no, nothing beyond IM’s. Hurts too much to travel so unlikely to meet any blogfriends IRL.

2. How many of your offline conversations with friends, family, co-workers contain the words, “I blogged about that the other day….”?

Very, very few. Kid isn’t interested and only one coworker (to my knowledge) knows about my blog. And I so wouldn’t tell anyone else. They don’t need to know.

3. Regarding blog templates - have you made any cool updates to your digs?

Not lately, no thou I’d like to.

4. Have any blogs given you inspiration this week - good, bad or ugly?

Yes, funny, one was one of the new Blogger templates. Looks good, wondering why? He designed it. Might give him a read as I found it interesting even top designers have problems with some browsers. I don’t feel so bad now.

Questions thanks to Lisa who is a rather spiffy designer herself. Sides, I needed a new meme.

One of the things being complained about by Nick Berg’s parents is that it is our government’s fault he got killed in such a brutal fashion. No one warned him his life may be in danger if he went to Iraq. So for the idiots that are too stupid to figure it out, Muslim country, war zone, a couple warnings.

WARNING: TRAVEL TO IRAQ IN ANY CAPACITY MAY BE HAZARDOUS TO YOUR LIFE!

WARNING: IF YOU ARE A JEW, THEY WILL KILL YOU!

This is how they kill people in Muslim countries. It is SOP. I think that should suffice.

Hat tip to Israpundit.

So as to present an unbiased and balanced viewpoint, ie not a Jew, Zeyad has a few things to say too about the Muslim mindset. Quoting:

“When you meet the unbelievers, strike off their heads; then when you have made wide slaughter among them, carefully tie up the remaining captives.” Surat Mohammed:4

Grow up, and leave the 7th century.

…My purpose was to point out that Islam indeed excuses such barbaric acts. This is not the same as saying that all Muslims believe in such acts or commit them, moderate Muslims exist, but Islam is not moderate. Islamic fundamentalists and terrorists have not deviated from Islam, in fact all their practices are derived from the Quran and Hadith.

He has more, point made. Hat tip to Jay who has a lot more to say on the subject.

Week 67

Didn’t forget, was in hospital…

Playoffs:: who cares

Morris:: the cat

Break up:: divorce

Eggs:: Benedict

Parker:: Spidey

Hardy Boys:: Nancy Drew

Deluxe:: checking

Protection:: Depends

Girl Scout:: cookies

Salsa:: Pepcid

Last Friday, I woke to sharp pain in my hand like I had postop when my IV went bad. Had a clot then that took a month to dissolve. Nother clot I wondered? Still, went to work. Noticed when driving fingers were numb, right side of face was numb too, felt weird. When I got out of the car, felt numb and weak in my right leg. So, I did the what I thought was the sensible thing at the time and called my supervisor who hadn’t arrived at work yet and left a message I wanted to talk with her then set to work. She came down sooner than I expected cause she’s good is why. I told her my tale and she insisted I go to the ER now! The old “time is brain” thing. Couldn’t even finish my work.

So I went, triage nurse didn’t think I was having a stroke and so I was ignored.

Sit. Wait. Fume. Go outside (no cell phones allowed) to call supervisor and complain. Eventually they called me in, BP is up. Wonder why? All that fuming probably. Doc took a look, left, nurse showed up. Stat EKG, IV, bloodwork, off to Radiology for a CT and CTA. Tech was upfront about the dye, felt just as awful as he said. Back to ER, chest xray. Then the wait, three hours worth for the CT results. Now Saturday, hungry, nauseated, got Zofran. CT was negative, doc consulted with Neurology Resident. Hour later, she arrived, assessed me, asked lots of questions, told me she was admitting me, gave me choice of Neurologists. Since she was thinking stroke, chose the best, Dr Frey.

Got ASA, heparin drip, waited for room, finally moved to ICA, hooked up to monitors. Then the wait for the MRI of my brain. Long wait, slept off and on dreaming of food, lots of food, yummy food. Being NPO does that. Had the MRI (with sedation) then lunch. I was starved, so ravenous I ate the whole thing including the green chili chicken icky stuff. Not a good idea.

Course some time later, after looking at said MRI, Dr Frey arrived, assessed me then said he didn’t think it was a stroke. First thought was OK, so I can go home and fight with the insurance company. No such luck. There were spots on my brain but he said they didn’t fit the distribution of a stroke. Then he said the word, MS and no that didn’t mean Morphine Sulfate, meant Multiple Sclerosis. Rattled off tests I needed. I was shocked to say the least. And had a splitting headache which didn’t help cause once he was gone, I totally came unglued and the food came right back up. Nasty big chunks of undigested icky green chili chicken.

That was when a resident waltzed in wanting to do a LP. I nixed that, didn’t want to be flat on my back for the required five hours puking my guts out. So that was postponed to Sunday.

Nuff of that, called a coworker who rushed over to comfort me, she was wonderful. Nurse was less so, gave me pills after puking which pills I promptly puked up and pointed to in said puke. Yes, I could tell which glob was the Fiorinal. Finally got something IV to stop the puking. However, little stopped my complaining about the food. Nurse did take pity on me and got me hot chocolate from Starbucks after one particularly nasty breakfast. Kid came to the rescue with Krispy Kremes and a coworker brought goodies. Guess I bitched enough they noticed cause by Tuesday got the VIP treatment with basically anything I wanted to eat.

Most amusing moment was when my Bishop, who had come to give me a blessing, met Dr Frey. He shook the doc’s hands and announced, “I’m her attorney.” He does have quite the sense of humor, sides which he is an attorney. Not sure how the doc took it thou.

Had a problem getting an IV in me so my kid got to watch me grimace and howl when they poked me repeatedly with no luck. All except Kevin who saved the day almost painlessly. Safe to say my arms now look like Courtney Love’s. That nixes the pic of me in the nuke the moon shirt, short sleeves and all.

Did get another MRI late Sunday, made my kid stay to guard the iPod while I was there. Kid gave me a spiffy massage while waiting too. Nurse in MRI was one of the better ones, 2mg of Versed and 100mcg of Sublimaze, oh he was wonderful. Yes, that MRI didn’t bother me one bit. Sedation protocol is a wonderful thing.

So are coworkers, they brought me cards, candy, a teddy bear now sitting on my bed, a vase of fake flowers (real ones not allowed in ICA), now on table beside the iBook, friendship, stories, laughs. Lucas made out a care plan complete with funny pics on a board they had for the nurses to do that stuff. Well, the nurses didn’t do it. So he did. He cracked me up. Definitely cheered me up. I needed it.

So does my kid, she didn’t take it well. Think all the stress has caused her scleroderma to flare up. Nother problem.

Had a total of three doses of Solumedrol with little change, well at one point was worse so I called the Chaplain to do the living will thing. Couldn’t stop thinking of a friend who had recently had a massive, fatal stroke. She’ll be missed lots. Uncanny how it was exactly one week later that I went in. Had I thought about it, I would probably have felt I was overreacting and not sought treatment. But the spots on the MRI don’t lie. Something is wrong. And I’ve been poked, prodded, scanned up the wazoo to find out what.

And in a couple weeks I’ll know. In the meantime, my kid has organized an energy session with her fellow massage therapists to help me. I’ll be making some lifestyle changes and reading up on MS. And I’ll still work cause I have the greatest, most supportive coworkers which makes working a joy. I do love my job.