Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Open the Wine

I'm preparing for Halloween.
 
This year preparing involves a lot of Elmer's Glue.

And covering our palms in glue to see who can pull off the dried glue in one big piece and then when you've done that, rolling your glue skin up and then putting it in your nose like it's a giant booger.
 
Anyhow, I'm sorta busy.
 
 
So, have some giraffe porn.
 
 
 
 
I answered the riddle right.
 
You're welcome.
 
 
 


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Is as it does

When you don't sit down and write for a while, you can't let all your readers and other hangers on know your opinions on what's going on in the world.  These last couple weeks what has happened has been mostly stupid. 

In summary:

John Boehner is stupid.
 
 
130529-murphy-freshmen-tease
 
Mike Lee, Rand Paul, Marco Rubio and Ted Cruz are stupid.
 
 

 These Boy Scout Leaders on a trip to Goblin Valley, Utah, are stupid.
Well, they aren't Boy Scout Leaders anymore.


 
The teens who broke in and trashed former NFL football player, Brian Holloway's house are stupid.
Their parents are also stupid.
 
 
 

Feeling bad about yourself or being angry because this woman added her image to a meme is stupid.
You're wonderful.  Comparisons aren't necessary.


Healthcare.gov not working as well it is supposed to is stupid.



Welp, that's that.
Feel free to add on...

Monday, October 21, 2013

I'm back and that IS a cucumber in my pocket.

It's nice to rejoin the living.

One infection after another since summer and maybe just maybe, my body has righted itself.  No pills for a week.  I've had more energy today than I've had in a long while.

In fact, I feel sort of awesome.

Part of that is the result of blood tests I had two weeks ago.  A nurse who knew what she was doing took three vials of my blood.  I'm not an easy draw.  Before anyone draws my blood I tell them if they cannot find a decent vein my forearm, they are free to draw out of the backs of my hands, my wrists and my feet.  They always look at me in horror.   Then they take it on as a challenge.  Depending on if they have the knack or not, I get poked once or they poke me in multiple locations and twirl that needle until I scream "Uncle!"

This nurse, she looked at me, closed her eyes, poked out her tongue, and painlessly slipped in that needle on the first try.  Then she told me she was out of practice because she'd been on maternity leave. 

Anyhow, the blood tests came back showing a whole lot of nothing.

The hormones were playing nicely.  My iron levels were fabulous.  My thyroid wasn't having a tantrum.  My sugars were fine.  No possession by evil spirits.

I went home confused with another seven days of an antibiotic. 

Then it dawned on me while I was threatening to touch my kids with my dirty blood draw bandaid, chasing them at the speed of a snail, I eat like crap.

Certainly I could eat far worse, and I'm not overweight, but my love affair with great mounds of pasta, alfredo sauce, the cheeses of the world on top of the bacon burgers of the world, and all things cake, probably has to end or at least only be visited a few times a year.

Instead, for the last two weeks, I've tripled the amount of fruits and vegetables I eat, cut down the starches and carbs, and kept track of everything that has gone in my mouth on My Fitness Pal.
I know where your mind went.  Snerk.

My mind went straight to my digestion.  I'm eliminating like it's an Olympic event.  


My body is responding in the most enthusiastic way to all this roughage, the vitamins and the antioxidants.  Literally an apple a day.
So, I'm feeling better.

If I'm not talking too soon. 

Time for a banana.

Tuesday, October 01, 2013

Lots and lots and lots of tea party.

Yes, I'm still here.

Still sick.  Not too sick though.  Sorta sick.  I'm still battling with infection.

The ear infection I was suffering with is much better but taking it's time clearing up.  I had an awful reaction to the antibiotic and it's taken me more than a week to clear it out of my system completely.  I finally get my energy back and get my house cleaned, only to wake up at four in the morning with a burning in my bladder that probably made Satan a wee bit jealous.

Wee bit.  Ha!  That's funny right there!

I put up with this over the weekend because this type of medical goings gets treated during business hours.   I drank plenty of D-Mannose.  It's tasty and works great for most types of UTI, but apparently not so good with what's happening in my bladder.  My bladder has special and unique bacteria.

So I called my urologist yesterday.  I love him.  He cares about my urinary tract.  His office staff arranged for my local clinic to take my sample.  This is good.

Bad is, I have to wait another day or two for lab results to be prescribed yet another antibiotic.

As my urologist explained to me, what sometimes happens if you've been on one type of antibiotic that is good at wiping out some types of bacteria is that when it wears off, other types of bacteria feel it's their obligation to set up house and have millions of children.  The circle of microscopic life.  Hakuna Urethra.

I am really really really tired of taking pills.

In general I'm just tired.  Run down, though the infection isn't as bad as others I've had.  Maybe at this point my bladder knows that this is old hat and has resigned itself to a wait and see approach.

Because if it was going to take the whiny congressional approach a shut down is NOT an option.

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