**How can you care?** 'Because I choose to.' **You make it sound so simple.** 'That's because it is simple. Hard sometimes, but simple.'

Monday, January 30, 2006

Back at work. I guess they actually managed OK, there were only 15 overdue tickets in my queue...

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Ah, home. With a newly stocked kitchen and cleaned out cat pans, to boot.

I know I need to spend some quality time with FF VI, and my NetFlix DVDs. So I may not be online much, and slow to answer email.

Friday, January 27, 2006

I'll be OK.

The vascular surgeon says that the site will be OK with antibiotics, it doesn't need to be cut open and drained.


Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Because I cannot do anything simple...

I have either a staph or a strep infection in my vein under where the IV is. I'm on 2000mg of Keflex a day, got a shot in the ass, and see a vascular surgeon Thursday afternoon.


Monday, January 23, 2006

I am out of the hospital now. I'll be splitting my time between here and Mom's for a little while, probably there rest of the week. I've got about 2 dozen staples in my gut, and of course both IV sites are giving me hell.

But he found the problem. There was a hole in the bottom of the pouch, and he fixed it. He also found a loops of bowel adhesed to the pouch itself, but since it didn't seem to be causing me any problems, he didn't mess with it beyond a very careful nicking of the adhesian holding it on there.

I'm OK. I'm on a liquid diet until the staples come out Thursday, but I'll be OK.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Be leaving in a bit. See ya'll in a few days.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

There is much whirring of chainsaws and occasional big thumps from the back yard. Kahvi is about to stress herself into a fit.

Me? I'm just not looking. The curtains on the back french doors are closed. Sometimes, like George Michael once sang, "I gotta have faith".
A miracle has occured: the tree people don't want any money today. They'll send an invoice in a week or so.

*collapses in relief*

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

The tree people will be back in the morning. They will then want money. Like, oh, $750.

I think I have $300. *sigh*

The condemned woman's off to get her last meal. :-p
OK, my insurance agent bullied the insurance company into giving me money, and the third tree service I called is out here tying the tree to some of the other ones to keep it from falling, until they decide exactly how the get rid of it.

I'll put some pictures up later.

Also gave about 7 vials of blood to the hospital to run their tests on.

Maybe I should eat something?

Guess who's home insurance company doesn't want to pay for the tree?
OK, so this tree is leaning against another tree that's smaller and not so stable, and it'll take a crane to get the broken tree out without wiping out the back half of my house.

I'm at home. Dad's on the way over to move some things (like this computer) into the other part of the house.

And did I mention I'm having surgery Friday?

*mental breakdown*

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

As if I needed more stress in my life...

One of my pine trees is breaking off about 4 feet from the ground, and will take out my fence if/when it falls. Considering they're predicting 55MPH wind gusts...
OK, I'm pulling the fire alarm again.

10am Friday, I'm having surgery. This thing has leaked greenish goop since Saturday, so something must be feeding it. We'll see what happens from there.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

No, things are not improving rapidly. I'm still leaking pus out of the thing. I think I'll probably still need surgery.

Your Gemstone is Emerald

Balanced, liberated, and peaceful.
You bring luck into any situation.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

I find I'm beating myself up over this, like it's my fault or something. Which is stupid, I know, but still. I almost didn't want to come to work.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Um, change of plan.

The abcess burst through the hole that had been created when they drained it in the hospital a couple of weeks ago, so no surgery. For now.

Sorry. :-(



I'll be in surgery Friday at 11am.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

My brother-in-law Paul was diagnosed with cancer some time last year, or maybe late 2004. He'd been having treatments and seemed to be OK.

It's gone into his liver.

Sometime in April, either we'll all go up to New York, or they'll all come down here to visit.

Of course, the question starts to become "What will happen to Heather if he dies?" She was brain damaged in an accident years ago and cannot work or drive.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Somdays, you give the world fair warning.

Other days, you put on your Meteor-casting outfit and hope that someone doesn't get out of the way.


In a mood, but in a good way. Got things to do, people to make go, "WTF is she?", etc.
Sleeping in is nice.

Waking up to get coffee from a kitchen that actually has space now to be a kitchen because I've put things away and gotten rid of things I don't need is very nice.

Next up: the home office.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

I don't need surgery.

I don't need surgery.

I'm still trying to wrap my brain around this. It's about frozen in shock. I had gotten so used to the idea that I would need it, that the fact that I don't is nearly incomprehensible.

I'm at home. I can't carry on a conversation, much less trouble-shoot a computer problem, right now.

Dad, who understands better than most, said, "Do something nice and distracting for yourself." I will have to ponder this.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Tomorrow at 9:30am I talk with the surgeon about surgery.


Sunday, January 01, 2006

*shows 2005 the door*

*slams it shut*

Get you gone, and take your bad luck and crap with you!