Woot! Part-ay! Finger pricks every hour, blood-draws every four hours, and constant blood pressure, temperature, and heart rate monitoring - add in a “roommate” who turns on the TV at 5:30 a.m. and doesn’t turn it off - like, ever - (she falls asleep with it on) and you have my last two days. Oh, and don’t forget the joys of walking to the bathroom while dragging your IV with you. It was SO FUN.
We had our first throw up incident today in Sunbeams. Poor kid just coughed, and out everything came. At least he was good enough to throw up on the table, and some GENIUS put the Sunbeam room right next to the supply closet, allowing easy access to cleaning agents. Thank you, genius. (On the other side of the supply closet is the nursery. Brilliance, I tell you). (more…)
I wanted the judging to go so differently on this one. It’s not necessarily that the wrong person went home, it’s that I didn’t want them to pick a winning team. I wanted all of them to come to judges table. (more…)
When I went to bed on September 10, 2001 there wasn’t much distance between me and the Pentagon – just the Arlington Cemetery. The next morning it felt even closer. I shared air with it, the pungency of burning jet fuel piercing my nostrils as I stood in my bathtub staring out the window at the plumes of smoke rising. My new life in a new place was not the same after that plane was driven into the ground in my neighborhood. (more…)
I’ve been caught! It was bound to happen eventually, right? It’s already happened to Heather, and I don’t know about The Wiz, but she doesn’t even use her first name, so she’s deeper under cover. (What? You though her name is really The Wiz?) At least our first names and last initials are the real deal.
It’s easy to forget, as I click away on the keyboard in the middle of the night, that I’m not just writing to my dear friends. I really do forget how many people read, and how many people know so much about my life. A long time ago, my grandma told me to never lie, because when you tell the truth, you never have to remember what you’ve said. Boy, am I glad I took her words to heart… (more…)
Looking for something funny/disturbing? Well, then, head on over here. I will warn you, there is some language, along with some “Liver Pate en Masque.” It’s Weight Watchers cards with recipes from 1974, and it will disturb you. But it made me laugh - hard, and I’m all about sharing the funnies, people. I’m sure the modern day WW wants nothing to do with drinks made from water, sherry extract, and two beef bouillon cubes. Yummy….
Oh how far we’ve come….
Oh, and I ended up overpaying for a seriously painful dental cleaning. Weep for me. WEEP, I tell you!!!
(And if this post ends up turning into a WW bashing session, or any kind of bashing session, I will dust off my delete key and use it freely. I know many people who have had success with WW. I just don’t think they ate “mackerelly.” Understood? Hmmmm….?)
(Does anyone know why I’m addicted to ending things with ….? Anyone?…Bueller?….)
Sometimes my computer does silly and unexpected things. It freezes up, it randomly shuts down programs, and sometimes even restarts,all by itself. (And please don’t diagnose these problems, ESPECIALLY if it involves the word “virus”. I’m quite happily entrenched in this state called denial, thanks. My computer works perfectly, it’s 100% normal for it to randomly freeze, lalalala, I CAN’T HEAR YOU!)
But almost every time this happens, I get this goofy message about whether or not I would like to inform Microsoft of this error, and I can click “Send Error Report” or “Do not send Error Report”. (more…)
Hey y’all. Remember me? Yeah, I know, it’s been ages, and bloggy memories are of the quick-twitch variety, but I’m still around. I’ve been struggling with dredging up the energy to write something worth reading, and came to the realization that maybe my struggles in and of themselves, while not pretty, are worth sharing… (more…)
I know some of you are married to dentists. I know this doesn’t necessarily make you privy to all their billing practices. I also know it’s been some years since I visited such an office (and it will be years again, let me tell you). However, I must ask, is it AT ALL COMMON for someone to go in, get an x-ray and an exam, and then be told to come back next week for the cleaning portion of the excitement? (more…)
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