Monday, August 30, 2010
See you on the flipside
Rest in peace little Ratchet. You made me laugh, you taught me that God makes miracles in little packages, rats are some of the best bets in the world and you were the best rattie in the world.Give Rowdy some kisses for me...
Sunday, August 29, 2010
melted plastic
Yep, I had a meltdown. But I'll be ok. I'm still kickin', still alive, still working on bettering myself and our lives. Ratchet isn't dead yet, we are almost broke for the next week but can afford another round of rat meds.
Other good things: Upcoming trip to SoDak Husbeast still loves his job and is rockin' at it
Sadie and Patton are healthy It's no longer hotter than shit outside As long as we can save some more money, we'll be in a house hopefully around the first of the year. NACA was a bust. Don't do NACA. I still have all my limbs and motor function My husband is still my best friend and is a wonderful guyHaving a lot of stress plus fertility hormones is a BAD combination. Wow. The depression is horrible.Things I hope will make me feel better:Better efforts at overall general health need to be undertaken. Therefore whether I feel good or am pain-free, I need to work out. Walk, water exercise, running up and down the stairs until I get dizzy and fall off the steps, WHATEVER. Anything at this point.Next step is to return to the low-chemical diet. I've been eating and drinking more processed foods lately. Bad move.See you later gluten. What the hell, I'll give it a shot.Clean up this friggin' house.Lose 15 lbs.Uhhh.....start up a stitching project. I have a general idea of something reusing a big frame I fucked up for a picture.Zone out at work, completely and utterly. No more work stress. Apathy is a must.Sorry this is rambling. It's not really for you, faceless audience, but to drive home some things I need to remember. Perhaps a little self-imposed cyber exile will get more things done in this house.Gotta go, time for zombie movies.Tschus.
Other good things: Upcoming trip to SoDak Husbeast still loves his job and is rockin' at it
Sadie and Patton are healthy It's no longer hotter than shit outside As long as we can save some more money, we'll be in a house hopefully around the first of the year. NACA was a bust. Don't do NACA. I still have all my limbs and motor function My husband is still my best friend and is a wonderful guyHaving a lot of stress plus fertility hormones is a BAD combination. Wow. The depression is horrible.Things I hope will make me feel better:Better efforts at overall general health need to be undertaken. Therefore whether I feel good or am pain-free, I need to work out. Walk, water exercise, running up and down the stairs until I get dizzy and fall off the steps, WHATEVER. Anything at this point.Next step is to return to the low-chemical diet. I've been eating and drinking more processed foods lately. Bad move.See you later gluten. What the hell, I'll give it a shot.Clean up this friggin' house.Lose 15 lbs.Uhhh.....start up a stitching project. I have a general idea of something reusing a big frame I fucked up for a picture.Zone out at work, completely and utterly. No more work stress. Apathy is a must.Sorry this is rambling. It's not really for you, faceless audience, but to drive home some things I need to remember. Perhaps a little self-imposed cyber exile will get more things done in this house.Gotta go, time for zombie movies.Tschus.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Don’t fight Teh Crazy
I think I should just give in and fully cross the threshold of Crazy. Why fight it? Hey, a nice, snug sweater. A padded room. Twenty-four hour room service. And lots and lots of drugs. Sounds like a helluva vacation!
Since Rowdy died, my ex fucked up royally and now his daughter moved back to NE. I won't see her very often and I worry about her like crazy. Not that I can do much for her even if she was here. We did manage to get a night to hang out and I took this before dropping her off:
I'll make some trips up to Lincoln and spend some time with her. It's only a few hours away and I still have friends there I'd love to visit. It will all work out.
I've been trying to get out a bit more because that's what you do when you fight Teh Crazy. So we've gone to the park and I'm walking the dogs more again since it isn't hotter than a fat man's ass crack anymore. Sadie uses any chance she can to take a dip. Notice the amount of algae in the water:
Patton's therapy dog training is going well. He should be approved soon and we'll start visiting assisted living facilities. I think he'll really enjoy the attention and mental stimulation.
We got his DNA test back by the way and no major breeds were detected. However they did find 25% Pomeranian and 25% French Bull Dog. Who knew? No Pit Bull detected however.
We also finally went to the zoo. It's a nice smaller zoo and we decided to just get a membership. The only bad part of it is having to drive through the 'hood to get there. We didn't get to see even half of it because of time and heat/humidity/nasty f'in weather. Here are some highlights:
We also attended a Royals-Yankees game in one of the suites. It rained. But at least we were in the suite.
And what else this month? Oh yeah, we found out that I'm not pregnant. FERTILITY FAIL.
There really is no explanation for it but all I can think is that I'm too stressed.Work has been extremely difficult lately. Going from a desk to manual labor and standing all day is not good. I really couldn't do it anymore and had to request to be taken off the big storage move. I felt like a piece of shit asking that but I can't do this stuff. I don't think my department is too happy with me but there wasn't any choice. I hate admitting I can't do some things. But even though I couldn't keep up, I did learn a new skill. Scissor lift driving. Not that I'm good at it or know how to do it safely. Ha.
So stress management is on "to-do" list from now on. More exercise, less worrying, no more lifting crap at work, standing on hard floors and driving scissor lifts into giant shelving units filled with precious artifacts. Once again I say, somethin's gotta give.That's all for now. Tschus!
Since Rowdy died, my ex fucked up royally and now his daughter moved back to NE. I won't see her very often and I worry about her like crazy. Not that I can do much for her even if she was here. We did manage to get a night to hang out and I took this before dropping her off:
I'll make some trips up to Lincoln and spend some time with her. It's only a few hours away and I still have friends there I'd love to visit. It will all work out.
I've been trying to get out a bit more because that's what you do when you fight Teh Crazy. So we've gone to the park and I'm walking the dogs more again since it isn't hotter than a fat man's ass crack anymore. Sadie uses any chance she can to take a dip. Notice the amount of algae in the water:
Patton's therapy dog training is going well. He should be approved soon and we'll start visiting assisted living facilities. I think he'll really enjoy the attention and mental stimulation.
We got his DNA test back by the way and no major breeds were detected. However they did find 25% Pomeranian and 25% French Bull Dog. Who knew? No Pit Bull detected however.
We also finally went to the zoo. It's a nice smaller zoo and we decided to just get a membership. The only bad part of it is having to drive through the 'hood to get there. We didn't get to see even half of it because of time and heat/humidity/nasty f'in weather. Here are some highlights:
We also attended a Royals-Yankees game in one of the suites. It rained. But at least we were in the suite.
And what else this month? Oh yeah, we found out that I'm not pregnant. FERTILITY FAIL.
There really is no explanation for it but all I can think is that I'm too stressed.Work has been extremely difficult lately. Going from a desk to manual labor and standing all day is not good. I really couldn't do it anymore and had to request to be taken off the big storage move. I felt like a piece of shit asking that but I can't do this stuff. I don't think my department is too happy with me but there wasn't any choice. I hate admitting I can't do some things. But even though I couldn't keep up, I did learn a new skill. Scissor lift driving. Not that I'm good at it or know how to do it safely. Ha.
So stress management is on "to-do" list from now on. More exercise, less worrying, no more lifting crap at work, standing on hard floors and driving scissor lifts into giant shelving units filled with precious artifacts. Once again I say, somethin's gotta give.That's all for now. Tschus!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Where to start?
So much has gone on lately that I am unsure where to start or how much to discuss. I have felt overwhelmed lately and that's why I am not blogging. It's not all bad....so that's good!
North Dakota trip was great. I didn't do near as much as I had wanted but that's because I was in pain from the endo and just exhausted. But since the surgery, my pain is almost to nothing in that area. Thank God. We started fertility treatment and that is advancing this week. But please don't ask if I'm preggo. I will share the news when it's time. If I don't share anything, you can assume it's not working.
We are planning a trip to Rapid City in September because I'm speaking at a round table discussion for the Mountain Plains Museum Conference. Nothing too formal or in-depth so there isn't a lot of pressure. I'm excited to see Mt. Rushmore again and just the Black Hills in general. It will be a really quick trip. We plan on taking the doggies (more on that below) and the ratties of course will stay home.
I also finally got my photo shoot done for my entry into the Pinups for Pit Bulls calendar next year. Posing with two dogs is hard! Hell it's hard enough just on your own but holding a pose, trying to look happy, sexy and sweet while having some dogs run rampant at your feet is pretty crazy. I had to laugh though because all the wonderful people helping out were making silly noises and whistles to get them to look in the right direction. Little Laffy Taffy was one of the models and Patton also posed pretty. I can honestly say I have met some wonderful, amazing and beautiful women through this experience. I would have never stretched myself so far if I hadn't done this. It really doesn't matter if I don't make it in because I have gained some great friendships through this process. By the way, Taffy is available for adoption and I can honestly say she is a total sweetie! I hope she finds a great home soon because she is a great doggie. I wish we could adopt her but Sadie is such a dominant female that I don't think she would do well. Darn cranky Sadie.
And I got another tattoo. These flowers grow everywhere in ND and especially on the hill where mom's ashes are spread. It's a Purple Cone Flower and represents mom and healing.
Last Friday Rowdy had another seizure. I was home and kept him calm and comforted as best I could while he went through it. Ron came home from work and we thought he would get through this like he did the others. We even got him started on some anti-seizure meds that night. But despite their sleepy effect, he could not rest. He could not walk without falling and had a hard time standing up. Ron stayed up with him most of the night, dozing here and there and picking Rowdy up when he tried to walk. I knew at 2AM when I saw the pain and frustration on Ron's face that we'd have to put him to sleep. But I was hoping by morning he would have snapped out of it. I put on his little Thundershirt and covered him in my bath robe and he slept for about 4 hours. In the morning he couldn't pee because he just couldn't stand up. So when the vet opened up, I called and scheduled him to go in. I wanted so badly to be there and hold him while he passed but I couldn't. Ron was there though and he said it was very quick, painless and peaceful.
Rowdy was a great dog. He barked and bayed like the little deaf dog he was. He would hop instead of run because of his hips. When he was hungry or wanted outside, he'd put his cold, wet nose on your bare leg. And when he would stand at your feet and look up at you, his fuzzy ears flopped back and they looked like little wings on his head. We called him Angel Ears. He cried, whined, needed help up and down the stairs, ate special food, demanded cooked chicken and hated his paws being touched. But maybe God brought us Rowdy to teach us patience to be parents. Maybe we needed him more than he needed us.
Despite all the money we spent and that we took care of him almost round the clock in the end, we don't regret adopting him. I would never trade that experience for anything. We had less than two years with him but they were very fulfilling years. My heart is broken but time will heal things and maybe soon we'll be parents of a human kid. But we'll never stop advocating for and rescuing dogs. Our human kid will just join our pack and we'll all be one slobbery, happy family!
The folks at Wayside Waifs are cremating his remains on Wednesday and they told us they would try to get his little paw print for us. Maybe there will be another tattoo someday soon.
So that's about it. A lot of good things and some bad things. Here are some photos of Rowdy when he was happy and full of life. Tschus!
North Dakota trip was great. I didn't do near as much as I had wanted but that's because I was in pain from the endo and just exhausted. But since the surgery, my pain is almost to nothing in that area. Thank God. We started fertility treatment and that is advancing this week. But please don't ask if I'm preggo. I will share the news when it's time. If I don't share anything, you can assume it's not working.
We are planning a trip to Rapid City in September because I'm speaking at a round table discussion for the Mountain Plains Museum Conference. Nothing too formal or in-depth so there isn't a lot of pressure. I'm excited to see Mt. Rushmore again and just the Black Hills in general. It will be a really quick trip. We plan on taking the doggies (more on that below) and the ratties of course will stay home.
I also finally got my photo shoot done for my entry into the Pinups for Pit Bulls calendar next year. Posing with two dogs is hard! Hell it's hard enough just on your own but holding a pose, trying to look happy, sexy and sweet while having some dogs run rampant at your feet is pretty crazy. I had to laugh though because all the wonderful people helping out were making silly noises and whistles to get them to look in the right direction. Little Laffy Taffy was one of the models and Patton also posed pretty. I can honestly say I have met some wonderful, amazing and beautiful women through this experience. I would have never stretched myself so far if I hadn't done this. It really doesn't matter if I don't make it in because I have gained some great friendships through this process. By the way, Taffy is available for adoption and I can honestly say she is a total sweetie! I hope she finds a great home soon because she is a great doggie. I wish we could adopt her but Sadie is such a dominant female that I don't think she would do well. Darn cranky Sadie.
And I got another tattoo. These flowers grow everywhere in ND and especially on the hill where mom's ashes are spread. It's a Purple Cone Flower and represents mom and healing.
Last Friday Rowdy had another seizure. I was home and kept him calm and comforted as best I could while he went through it. Ron came home from work and we thought he would get through this like he did the others. We even got him started on some anti-seizure meds that night. But despite their sleepy effect, he could not rest. He could not walk without falling and had a hard time standing up. Ron stayed up with him most of the night, dozing here and there and picking Rowdy up when he tried to walk. I knew at 2AM when I saw the pain and frustration on Ron's face that we'd have to put him to sleep. But I was hoping by morning he would have snapped out of it. I put on his little Thundershirt and covered him in my bath robe and he slept for about 4 hours. In the morning he couldn't pee because he just couldn't stand up. So when the vet opened up, I called and scheduled him to go in. I wanted so badly to be there and hold him while he passed but I couldn't. Ron was there though and he said it was very quick, painless and peaceful.
Rowdy was a great dog. He barked and bayed like the little deaf dog he was. He would hop instead of run because of his hips. When he was hungry or wanted outside, he'd put his cold, wet nose on your bare leg. And when he would stand at your feet and look up at you, his fuzzy ears flopped back and they looked like little wings on his head. We called him Angel Ears. He cried, whined, needed help up and down the stairs, ate special food, demanded cooked chicken and hated his paws being touched. But maybe God brought us Rowdy to teach us patience to be parents. Maybe we needed him more than he needed us.
Despite all the money we spent and that we took care of him almost round the clock in the end, we don't regret adopting him. I would never trade that experience for anything. We had less than two years with him but they were very fulfilling years. My heart is broken but time will heal things and maybe soon we'll be parents of a human kid. But we'll never stop advocating for and rescuing dogs. Our human kid will just join our pack and we'll all be one slobbery, happy family!
The folks at Wayside Waifs are cremating his remains on Wednesday and they told us they would try to get his little paw print for us. Maybe there will be another tattoo someday soon.
So that's about it. A lot of good things and some bad things. Here are some photos of Rowdy when he was happy and full of life. Tschus!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Surgeons with laser beams on their heads
Ok, not really. My doctor/surgeon has lasers but not on her head.
So just a warning, this post has pictures from my surgery. My bare innards, how sexy! It's like porn for medical geeks.
I went in last Monday at 6AM to St. Joseph's Hospital. It was very nice because I got my own room with my own personal Jeebus on the wall. I was a very good patient until the nurse hit my artery on her first try. She changed sides and did manage to get a vein in my left wrist but not until she punctured one of my nerves. So now I have some lovely nerve pain shooting into my left hand and arm. The right arm doesn't hurt as much as it did but it looks pretty wicked!
I was out of surgery and recovery by 10:30 but stuck around until 1:00 because I couldn't pee. This is pretty normal. Every time I have surgery there is one nurse, Nurse Evil Bitch, who thinks she needs to turn the bed over as soon as she can and all but kicks me out. There was a "Do Not Discharge Without Pee" order on me thankfully. But that didn't stop her from trying! Instead of napping peacefully, she wanted me up and trying to piss. Everytime I got up, the gas pumped into my abdomen during surgery would migrate up my torso. Fun. It decided to settle into my shoulders and diaphram. The diaphram gas prevented me from taking nice, normal breaths and when I couldn't pee without much struggle and pain, I got upset. The more upset I got, the harder it was to breathe. So what happens? A fucking panic attack. Ron called for a nurse, but she didn't know what to do. Luckily Ron was able to get me simmered down and breathing as best I could. He was pretty pissed off.
No matter how much common sense says a person should get rest and healing in a hospital, one never does. You can't get a lick of rest in a hospital. As soon as I could go to the bathroom normally, we hit that nurse button and got the hell out.
So here are the photos my doctor took of my insides. She is such a wonderful doctor and I'm so grateful to have her working so hard for me.
The white things are the ovaries. One of them is fine and the other was covered in black endo growths. All the black stuff is endo. It doesn't look like much does it? Ron said they were described as being the size of eraser heads. So having that stuff on the outside of the bladder is like being pinched on very sensitive tissues. And that's only the stuff you can see. I can't imagine how much microscopic stuff there is!
Again there are my ovaries and also the pancreas (left) and liver and bowel (right.) Happily my liver and pancreas show no signs of endo. My bowels look fine but based on how it feels, I think there is some small stuf on there.
Here are my fallopian tubes and the dark stuff is actually dye. The doctor flushed this dye through my tubes to check for blockages that could be endo sitting inside. Since the dye went through, theoretically there isn't anything in there to prevent an egg passing through. The fertility docs will want this information. The first time I did this was last year and the dye did not go through. That's when they found the Mullerian defect and cut away the wall that was growing inside my uterus. Fun stuff!
Here's my swollen belly. This is the fourth time I've had my belly button cut open. I'm afraid it's not going to look very pretty by the time we're all done. I had a new cut around my hip so that's a new scar. The third incision was over the pubic bone but I'm not going to post photos of that. Ewww pubes.
I have follow up appointments and fertility consultations within the next week. I'm excited to see what the next step is. I honestly think if we can pull off a pregnancy, we'll just do one. Someday we can adopt if we want two kids but I believe that putting myself through one pregnancy is enough. I guess I have my limits and this is one I have set for myself. I'm scared to be a mom of a little baby but I miss doing mom things so much. I know it will all be worth it. And if I can't have one, I'm completely happy to adopt.
And I hope you all will attend my Going Away Uterus Party someday. I fully intend to celebrate the hysterectomy when it's time! Can you imagine, Pin the Ovary on the Tube game? Come on! It will be hilarious!
Well that's all for my reproductive system for now. My joints have decided they want to give me hell so I'm feeling pretty shitty today. More to come on other subjects soon!
Tschus!
PS:
When searching for images of endoemetriosis, I found this site that sells "colloidal silver" remedies for everything from a spider bite, to endo, to dandruff. Wtf? Has anyone heard of this? Not that I'm surprised by drinking silver mineral stuff doesn't sound like a good thing to me. F'in quacks.
So just a warning, this post has pictures from my surgery. My bare innards, how sexy! It's like porn for medical geeks.
I went in last Monday at 6AM to St. Joseph's Hospital. It was very nice because I got my own room with my own personal Jeebus on the wall. I was a very good patient until the nurse hit my artery on her first try. She changed sides and did manage to get a vein in my left wrist but not until she punctured one of my nerves. So now I have some lovely nerve pain shooting into my left hand and arm. The right arm doesn't hurt as much as it did but it looks pretty wicked!
I was out of surgery and recovery by 10:30 but stuck around until 1:00 because I couldn't pee. This is pretty normal. Every time I have surgery there is one nurse, Nurse Evil Bitch, who thinks she needs to turn the bed over as soon as she can and all but kicks me out. There was a "Do Not Discharge Without Pee" order on me thankfully. But that didn't stop her from trying! Instead of napping peacefully, she wanted me up and trying to piss. Everytime I got up, the gas pumped into my abdomen during surgery would migrate up my torso. Fun. It decided to settle into my shoulders and diaphram. The diaphram gas prevented me from taking nice, normal breaths and when I couldn't pee without much struggle and pain, I got upset. The more upset I got, the harder it was to breathe. So what happens? A fucking panic attack. Ron called for a nurse, but she didn't know what to do. Luckily Ron was able to get me simmered down and breathing as best I could. He was pretty pissed off.
No matter how much common sense says a person should get rest and healing in a hospital, one never does. You can't get a lick of rest in a hospital. As soon as I could go to the bathroom normally, we hit that nurse button and got the hell out.
So here are the photos my doctor took of my insides. She is such a wonderful doctor and I'm so grateful to have her working so hard for me.
The white things are the ovaries. One of them is fine and the other was covered in black endo growths. All the black stuff is endo. It doesn't look like much does it? Ron said they were described as being the size of eraser heads. So having that stuff on the outside of the bladder is like being pinched on very sensitive tissues. And that's only the stuff you can see. I can't imagine how much microscopic stuff there is!
Again there are my ovaries and also the pancreas (left) and liver and bowel (right.) Happily my liver and pancreas show no signs of endo. My bowels look fine but based on how it feels, I think there is some small stuf on there.
Here are my fallopian tubes and the dark stuff is actually dye. The doctor flushed this dye through my tubes to check for blockages that could be endo sitting inside. Since the dye went through, theoretically there isn't anything in there to prevent an egg passing through. The fertility docs will want this information. The first time I did this was last year and the dye did not go through. That's when they found the Mullerian defect and cut away the wall that was growing inside my uterus. Fun stuff!
Here's my swollen belly. This is the fourth time I've had my belly button cut open. I'm afraid it's not going to look very pretty by the time we're all done. I had a new cut around my hip so that's a new scar. The third incision was over the pubic bone but I'm not going to post photos of that. Ewww pubes.
I have follow up appointments and fertility consultations within the next week. I'm excited to see what the next step is. I honestly think if we can pull off a pregnancy, we'll just do one. Someday we can adopt if we want two kids but I believe that putting myself through one pregnancy is enough. I guess I have my limits and this is one I have set for myself. I'm scared to be a mom of a little baby but I miss doing mom things so much. I know it will all be worth it. And if I can't have one, I'm completely happy to adopt.
And I hope you all will attend my Going Away Uterus Party someday. I fully intend to celebrate the hysterectomy when it's time! Can you imagine, Pin the Ovary on the Tube game? Come on! It will be hilarious!
Well that's all for my reproductive system for now. My joints have decided they want to give me hell so I'm feeling pretty shitty today. More to come on other subjects soon!
Tschus!
PS:
When searching for images of endoemetriosis, I found this site that sells "colloidal silver" remedies for everything from a spider bite, to endo, to dandruff. Wtf? Has anyone heard of this? Not that I'm surprised by drinking silver mineral stuff doesn't sound like a good thing to me. F'in quacks.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
And now, 50% drama-free!
The more I try to keep drama out of my life, the worse it gets. It would help if I could keep my damn mouth shut. But whenever I feel there's been an injustice, a misunderstanding, a wrong inflicted, I open my big, fat mouth. If I could just look the other way I am sure my life would be quieter. I think living with someone who has an anger problem and internalizing all our problems made me go a bit too far to the opposite side after the divorce. I never wanted to feel like I didn't stand up for myself because I was afraid of creating problems or confronting someone. Never again, I swore. Maybe sometimes it's more helpful to just stfu.
Pain. Pain is a good diet aid. I've lost about 4 lbs in the last two weeks because everything I eat lately upsets my stomach and I hurt so much all the time. I've cried more this week than I have since my divorce. Luckily the patronizing nurse at my doctor's office put through my request to schedule the surgery for earlier by ten days. So right after I get home from ND, I have the Pinups for Pit Bulls photo shoot and then surgery the following Monday. Yippee! I just want it over with and then to figure out the next step. And honestly, I'm really looking foward to getting this damned system out of my body.
It's also been a very animal-centric time at our house. Ratchet was ill for a while and the second opinion vet at least got us a bronchial dilating medicine which has been super helpful. He's not cured but he's much for comfortable and he's more alert and happier. Patton threw up on the bed yesterday which necessitated a trip to our local laundrymat. That was an unpleasant experience. (I hate laundrymats.) Then today, Sadie threw up twice in front of us. I think Patton horked because he was trying to mow the lawn on his own and Sadie did because she ate a treat and then contorted herself to lick her ass for ten minutes straight. I think the position she was in did not aid digestion. So no one is really sick, but you know pets.
Rowdy is good. He's still hanging onto life with his ten teeth.
This is a pretty normal pose for the guy. Old dogs don't have the best kidneys so you have to take him out a lot. We were firing up the grill when Rowdy decided this was outdoors enough for him to do his "thing."
Tuesday I'll be back in Dickinson. I'm flying home until the 5th because some relatives will be in Hebron, and the old gang will be back in Dix. It's been 5 years since I've been home so this will be really weird. I think my dad is happy about it and it will be good to spend some time with him on his turf. Plus I hear Dix has grown a lot and I'm sure there will be some new things going on. Well, probably lots of the same stuff but just....newer. I hope to take mass amounts of photos of family, the old gang and the Badlands. I'm sure there will be much posting of photos when I return.
Finally, I picked up a copy of Zombies of Mass Destruction at my local Wal-hole. I was looking at it when approached by a fellow nerd, employed by Wal-hole. We geeked out on a discussion of zombie movies and whether or not anyone should bother with doing a Bubba Ho-tep sequel with no Bruce Campbell. He told me that he heard there is one helluva hit and run scene in Zombies of Mass Destruction but he hadn't seen it yet. So Ron and I watched it last night.
If you watch it, remember that it's an independent film. That being said, I totally recommend it just for the hit and run scene. We laughed our asses off. The movie differs in other zombie flicks in a couple key ways: the zombie outbreak is treated like a terrorist attack by the general public and two of the heroes are gay characters. Just the gay guys are great to watch; likeable and funny. The effects aren't bad either. The acting however is much like what you'd see in stage theatre. It's a little over the top and the lines are read much like in a play. Not that it's a bad thing. I've seen two zombie plays and really liked them. It's just a different method of delivery and once you get used to it, you can have fun with it. Ron thought the jokes were few and far between but I loved it. For $9, it's fun to watch and it adds to the collection.
That's all I got for now, or all I'm willing to type up. :) Hope all is well for everyone out there! Tschus.
Pain. Pain is a good diet aid. I've lost about 4 lbs in the last two weeks because everything I eat lately upsets my stomach and I hurt so much all the time. I've cried more this week than I have since my divorce. Luckily the patronizing nurse at my doctor's office put through my request to schedule the surgery for earlier by ten days. So right after I get home from ND, I have the Pinups for Pit Bulls photo shoot and then surgery the following Monday. Yippee! I just want it over with and then to figure out the next step. And honestly, I'm really looking foward to getting this damned system out of my body.
It's also been a very animal-centric time at our house. Ratchet was ill for a while and the second opinion vet at least got us a bronchial dilating medicine which has been super helpful. He's not cured but he's much for comfortable and he's more alert and happier. Patton threw up on the bed yesterday which necessitated a trip to our local laundrymat. That was an unpleasant experience. (I hate laundrymats.) Then today, Sadie threw up twice in front of us. I think Patton horked because he was trying to mow the lawn on his own and Sadie did because she ate a treat and then contorted herself to lick her ass for ten minutes straight. I think the position she was in did not aid digestion. So no one is really sick, but you know pets.
Rowdy is good. He's still hanging onto life with his ten teeth.
This is a pretty normal pose for the guy. Old dogs don't have the best kidneys so you have to take him out a lot. We were firing up the grill when Rowdy decided this was outdoors enough for him to do his "thing."
Tuesday I'll be back in Dickinson. I'm flying home until the 5th because some relatives will be in Hebron, and the old gang will be back in Dix. It's been 5 years since I've been home so this will be really weird. I think my dad is happy about it and it will be good to spend some time with him on his turf. Plus I hear Dix has grown a lot and I'm sure there will be some new things going on. Well, probably lots of the same stuff but just....newer. I hope to take mass amounts of photos of family, the old gang and the Badlands. I'm sure there will be much posting of photos when I return.
Finally, I picked up a copy of Zombies of Mass Destruction at my local Wal-hole. I was looking at it when approached by a fellow nerd, employed by Wal-hole. We geeked out on a discussion of zombie movies and whether or not anyone should bother with doing a Bubba Ho-tep sequel with no Bruce Campbell. He told me that he heard there is one helluva hit and run scene in Zombies of Mass Destruction but he hadn't seen it yet. So Ron and I watched it last night.
If you watch it, remember that it's an independent film. That being said, I totally recommend it just for the hit and run scene. We laughed our asses off. The movie differs in other zombie flicks in a couple key ways: the zombie outbreak is treated like a terrorist attack by the general public and two of the heroes are gay characters. Just the gay guys are great to watch; likeable and funny. The effects aren't bad either. The acting however is much like what you'd see in stage theatre. It's a little over the top and the lines are read much like in a play. Not that it's a bad thing. I've seen two zombie plays and really liked them. It's just a different method of delivery and once you get used to it, you can have fun with it. Ron thought the jokes were few and far between but I loved it. For $9, it's fun to watch and it adds to the collection.
That's all I got for now, or all I'm willing to type up. :) Hope all is well for everyone out there! Tschus.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Creepy crazy
We are closing to making a decision on wtf to do with my jerk-ass uterus.
I had my ultrasound and basically they found fluid behind the uterus again and some cysts. My doc thinks I shouldn't be making cysts as I've been on birth control since last fall. I have no idea what that is supposed to mean. My uterus is also enlarged. I guess it's been taking illegal steroids or something. She also said it's possible that the type of endometriosis I have could be in the muscles or just making cysts and scar tissue. Unless they do some biopsies, they just can't tell. The intramuscular type is harder to treat apparently. Hahahhaaa seriously. Great.
I refused the Lupron. I don't want to risk it with my RA and I don't care to risk gaining a lot of weight, joint pain, and TEH CRAZY. So at the rate I'm at, I will have surgery to clear out the adhesions about every 1.5 years. Or I can have our kid now and get this shit removed for good. We are going to consult with high risk pregnancy and fertility doctors. Depending on what they say, we'll make our decision. This shit is coming out though...it's just a matter of time. I'm pretty damned tired of dealing with it. Take it out!!!!!!!!!!!!
Surgery to clear things out for now will happen mid-July. Hopefully I don't miss too much work so that I can keep my job. I'm hoping for a quick recovery.I've been on so much pain medicine lately that I can't even think of what else to post right now. So tired. Ratchet's been sick. So between medicating him and Rowdy, I sometimes forget to take my own shit. Whoops.
However I did do something rather interesting last week. I was in St. Joseph for work and stopped by the Glore Psychiatric Museum which is this very disjointed exhibit in an old asylum. It's creepy as shit and just weird.
Here are some photos:
The morgue
Stomach contents of a compulsive swallower.
Two-way observation mirror.
Salem's way of dealing with the insane.
Electro-shock therapy
You can see the rest of the photos on my Flickr. It's a cheap entrance fee and very interesting. I recommend it.
Other than that, I'm doing well. Ron just got a new job that he starts in a couple weeks. He's pretty excited and this will be a step up for him. I've also just felt so stressed that I have no tolerance for bull shit anymore. And just for little things. I'd rather just confront a problem or person directly than to play stupid mind games. I've realized how uncomfortable this makes people. I guess this world has become so passive/aggressive that most people can't handle direct confrontation. I'm sure if I had more patience, I could be a little more tactful at times. Oh well.
Take care everyone.
Tschus.
I had my ultrasound and basically they found fluid behind the uterus again and some cysts. My doc thinks I shouldn't be making cysts as I've been on birth control since last fall. I have no idea what that is supposed to mean. My uterus is also enlarged. I guess it's been taking illegal steroids or something. She also said it's possible that the type of endometriosis I have could be in the muscles or just making cysts and scar tissue. Unless they do some biopsies, they just can't tell. The intramuscular type is harder to treat apparently. Hahahhaaa seriously. Great.
I refused the Lupron. I don't want to risk it with my RA and I don't care to risk gaining a lot of weight, joint pain, and TEH CRAZY. So at the rate I'm at, I will have surgery to clear out the adhesions about every 1.5 years. Or I can have our kid now and get this shit removed for good. We are going to consult with high risk pregnancy and fertility doctors. Depending on what they say, we'll make our decision. This shit is coming out though...it's just a matter of time. I'm pretty damned tired of dealing with it. Take it out!!!!!!!!!!!!
Surgery to clear things out for now will happen mid-July. Hopefully I don't miss too much work so that I can keep my job. I'm hoping for a quick recovery.I've been on so much pain medicine lately that I can't even think of what else to post right now. So tired. Ratchet's been sick. So between medicating him and Rowdy, I sometimes forget to take my own shit. Whoops.
However I did do something rather interesting last week. I was in St. Joseph for work and stopped by the Glore Psychiatric Museum which is this very disjointed exhibit in an old asylum. It's creepy as shit and just weird.
Here are some photos:
The morgue
Stomach contents of a compulsive swallower.
Two-way observation mirror.
Salem's way of dealing with the insane.
Electro-shock therapy
You can see the rest of the photos on my Flickr. It's a cheap entrance fee and very interesting. I recommend it.
Other than that, I'm doing well. Ron just got a new job that he starts in a couple weeks. He's pretty excited and this will be a step up for him. I've also just felt so stressed that I have no tolerance for bull shit anymore. And just for little things. I'd rather just confront a problem or person directly than to play stupid mind games. I've realized how uncomfortable this makes people. I guess this world has become so passive/aggressive that most people can't handle direct confrontation. I'm sure if I had more patience, I could be a little more tactful at times. Oh well.
Take care everyone.
Tschus.
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