Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Lived Again
Sounds better than “Almost Died Again”, right? Laura, you might want to stop reading..
I didn’t mention it when it happened because of everything going on with my mom, but I had a bit of a medical emergency myself last week. I had another reaction to my allergy shots. I was a little concerned about the shots going in, because I had been sick and skipped a week. Every time I go longer than a week between shots it seems to make me feel crappy. Anyway, I got the shot (three shots actually) and everything seemed fine. I went out and sat down in the waiting room and soon started to feel, ‘funny’. I recognized how I was feeling since it had happened before. I called the PA over and immediately she had me lie down in an exam room. I felt like I was gonna pass out and I was really sweaty. They took my blood pressure and it had dropped to 80/60, which is pretty low. I got a shot of epinephrine and benadryl (that’s 5 shots on the day if you are keeping track). After maybe a half hour or so I felt pretty much completely better.
Everyone I have told about this has completely freaked out and insisted that I have to stop getting shots. I don’t treat it as that serious honestly. I mean, yes, theoretically it could be as serious as dying, but I don’t think this is very realistic. It’s serious, but it’s also easily correctable by giving me the shot of epinephrine, so as long as I stick around the office after my shot to make sure I’m there if I do have a reaction, I think the risk is pretty low. The shots really do seem to help me. I guess I could stop for a while and see how I am without them, but then I’m afraid I’ll lose the progress I’ve made having the shots for a year. Anyway, I’m due for a follow up with the allergist anyway, so I’ll probably see him in a couple of weeks and figure out what to do. In the meantime I plan to get my shots this week as normal.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Mom's Ok
I’m in Florida. The surgery went well and my mom is ok. Unforunately she is still in the hospital and probably won’t get out while I’m here. Its very wierd being at her place alone (even the dog isnt here right now). I did discover that one her neighbors has broadband and an open wireless network. Ah.. Hapiness is pirated broadband.
Monday, May 22, 2006
I've Already Seen This Episode
My mom is having surgery tomorrow (later today at this point..). I haven’t really gone into detail about what her situation is, and now is no time to start, but briefly the surgery is to help correct poor blood circulation in her leg which is preventing an injury from healing. She’s going to have an artificial artery grafted in. Who knew such a thing even existed?
The point is, any good vibes sent her way will be appreciated. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go pass out from this klonopin I took.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
What ever happened to Kel?
Today’s random celebrety sighting : Kenan Thompson of SNL (I’d say of Goodburger, but who would remember). Passed him on the street on my way home from work. Wouldn’t be surprised if he lived around here since it’s right by the SNL studio. He was talking to some hot girl about the types of movies he wants to do. Come on.. he’s on SNL.. I know what type of movies he is going to make - bad ones based on SNL skits that weren’t funny anymore after the third time.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
How Do You Think It feels?
This morning my mom called me to tell me she was being admitted to the hospital. I can’t help but feel like the whole horrible cycle I went through with my father for years is starting again. Coincidentally I got the call on my way to see my therapist. When I got there and told him about he said something like ‘Boy, does it ever stop for you?’. Gee, thanks.. I don’t need to pay to hear that.
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How do you think it feels
when you’re speeding and lonely,
How do you think it feels
when all you can say is if only
If only I had a little
if only I had some change,
If only, if only, only
How do you think it feels
and when do you think it stops
—Lou Reed, “How Do You Think It Feels”
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Tuesday, May 09, 2006
I say It's My Birthday
Happy Birtday to me! Da dadadada.. I say it’s my birthday. I’m gonna have a good time.
Da da dada da.. Ah screw it. I’m old.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Public Service Announcement
Ben & Jerry’s Baklava Ice Cream = Greatest. Thing. EVER.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Weekend Plans
To Do
1. Give cat a bath. (She’s kind of stinky :()
2. Bandage self.
3. Allow wounds to heal.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Maybe Its Not a Myth
I used to think that carpal tunnel syndrome was a myth. I thought people who complained their wrists hurt from typing were just crybabies and that anyone who used a crazy split keyboard or a wrist protector was nuts.
Well, that has changed. For the past week and a half or so I’ve had terrible pain in my left wrist. Especially when I type.. which is.. I don’t know.. 15 hours out of the day maybe? At first I assumed I just hurt my wrist and it would go away, but it hasn’t. I even went without typing all weekend (I was in Florida visiting my mom) and that didn’t help. I still have hopes that it might just go away, but it’s becoming a pretty big long shot. I might just start shopping for one of those absurd split keyboards and a wrist brace. :(
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I Need A Vacation
That is all.
Monday, April 17, 2006
How Not To File Your Taxes
Saturday in the mail I got one of those ‘we missed you’ slips that says a certified letter came. Of course, I had been home all morning, but whatever.. So today on the way to work I stop at the post office to pick it up. As the guy is walking back to the window with my letter I notice the envelope looks very familiar. Well, it should. It was the NYS tax return I had mailed just two days earlier at this very same post office. You see, apparently I am a moron. I reversed the ‘To’ and ‘From’ labels and mailed my tax return, certified mail, return receipt, to myself.
Luckily I hadn’t waited until the last day to mail it like I normally do, and I was able to (wait on line for 45 minutes) and remail it today without it being late.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
The Greatest Day Of My Life
The day I got married? The day my first child was born? Well, neither of these things have actually happened, but I’m sure they will pale in comparison to October 25th, 1986. Or, as most people refer to it, simply, ‘Game Six’.
If you are somehow the only person in the world that still hasn’t seen the recreation of game 6 of the ‘86 world series in RBI baseball, then you must. Right now. Here it is
Monday, April 10, 2006
Rupert Murdoch, I kill you!!
I’ve missed the past few episodes of 24. I’ve had to work late. I TiVoed them, but I’ve been very busy lately and haven’t caught up. Well, last night I’m watching the Simpsons, and a commercial for 24 comes on. Uh oh.. better mute/turn/something.. Well, I didn’t in time because the first words they said were ‘The president is a traitor, and Jack Bauer knows. Can he stay alive long enough to do something about it?’.
AAAHHHHHHAHAHHRHRHRHRHRRHRRHHGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DAMN YOU!!
This is like telling someone that Darth Vader is Luke’s father. Or that Bruce Willis is really dead. Or who Keiser Soze is. (And BTW, the last two happened to me before I saw the movies)
Bastages.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can’t read too good
Don’t send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Argh
I don’t have any fancy pants, but I do have some fancy shirts. Today I happened to wear my favorite shirt to work. While in a hurry walking through one of the datacenters here, I brushed up against some junk equipment that was piled up in the aisle. I got snagged and tore two nice holes in the sleeve of my favorite shirt. Argh! This is why I should be allowed to dress casual for work.




