A Very Early and Stolen MMP

BusWife does not look fat. She looks like she’s protecting her glass of merlot from Evil Fat Scarlett. :smiley: That cat looks like a lush. An evil lush. Cool thunderstorm pics MBG!

Speaking of evil cats, Fat Cat, the evil cat that resides in my mom’s house, spent all of Saturday growling at me. Everytime I walked by she made her evil MWWWWWOOOORRRRRWWWW sound at me. Sunday morning I was sitting on the sofa in the living room and the damn cat decided my lap would be a good place for a nap. She’d growl if I tried to pet her but was fine just laying in my lap snoozin’. Stoopid evil cat.

Rosie do you still have trouble with para Lupus? Just curious.

This morning I woke up with a craving for an Egg McMuffin.[sup]TM[/sup] So, I satisfied my craving on my way in to work. It was good. Hopefully it will be a long time before that craving hits me again.

The next door neighbor kid did something that impressed me yesterday evening. He hit a baseball from the far side of his backyard, over my privacy fence, all the way across my backyard to the fence on the far side of my yard. We have wide backyards so I thought that was a pretty good hit for an eight year old. I got his parents and him to come over and see how far he hit the ball. Kid was grinnin’ from ear to ear. It’s little stuff like that that makes life good sometimes.

Rosie, VunderWife has full-blown SLE, and handful of stories about fluid around the heart and lungs like your’s. The first time or two it happened, I wrote it off as bronchitis, but the 3rd time it nearly killed her, and that was when she got the lupus diagnosis.

BTW, she’s a mess overall medically, but it’s getting better now that she’s had her own gastric bypass. Many of the problems she has are related to her (former) size.

yes - I still have it, controlled with meds. and yes - as I lose the weight and go thru PT, some symptons are alleviated. But the disease is there. The osteoarthritis in my knees will be taken care of with total replacement sometime in 2007, maybe I can stall it til '08, but soon. The rhuematoid arthritis is another story. My shoulders and my hands are in bad shape, my thumbs especially. And because of the band, I can never again take NSAIDs, so I live on Tylenol, Prednisone, and Vicoden. >sigh<

Okay, so now I am craving Chinese food. I guess it will have to wait until tomorrow which is cheat/don’t cook night.

swampy, it is a really bad idea to sit outside during thunderstorms. Lightning can travel a very very long way and fry you before you even know what hit you. I’m just sayin…

mbg, cool pics. buswife does not look fat. Cat looks madderinhell.

mika, your movie synopsises (?) are very cool. The pics help.

I wish we had a PT department here at work. That would be way Jake.

Tupug

I won’t actually like sit outside during a thunderstorm but I will go out on my back porch. I’ve seen lightning strike my pool, so I got enough sense to stay away from it during thunderstorms. Really. I do. My mama taught me to come inside when it’s lightning. That lesson stuck. Some of the other stuff she tried to teach me didn’t stick so much, but that one did. :smiley:

I get to go out and check on folks at their worksites today to make sure things are going ok. I actually like doing this cause I get to talk to people about their jobs and all.

I LOVE thunderstorms. I like being on the porch as the wind rises and the clouds roll in. Once it starts raining–not so much. Then it’s boring and I go inside.

Great pics.

Please assure Mrs Bus Wife that she does not look fat–I often look at my cat the same way (and he returns the favor, much like Ms Scarlett there!). She looks comfy, and now I want to lay down on a couch and drink Merlot!
Lots of ER stories–glad we’re all relatively healthy. anyrose -you spelled “effusion” correctly. woot!

Errands today–where o where is my personal assistant? I hate errands. Waiting for the credit union to open, then the dry cleaners, gas, and one last nursery for plants.

At least the sun is shining today. We needed all this rain, but it has gotten old. I’m sure that this weekend will be nice, since I am working. :rolleyes:

Not much to say. (so when did that stop me?) :slight_smile:

I agree that **Buswife ** doesn’t look fat, and that she looks like she’s protecting her merlot. I wouldn’t want to try to take it from her!

Morning everybody!

I’m going on vacation next Friday, right? Check out my schedule from now until then. They’re really making me earn it!

Tomorrow: Board meeting 8 AM. Have to type the minutes after.
Tuesday: Media reports due, which willl take at least one full day, if not longer.
Tuesday: Program services guy, showing up to do interviews. I don’t have to do much but do have to take care of him, etc.
Wednesday: my new boss coming, have to go to a volunteer meeting.
Thursday: office operations assessment.

And normally I have one meeting per month. Maybe.

Hi everyone. I’m back. I’ve sorta skimmed the MMP thus far. Stories of knives and guns and more Indian movies, oh my! :stuck_out_tongue: I’m glad everyone is not-stabbed and not-shot and more or less not-stalked. I’ll do a more thorough reading later.

I’ve been in Buffalo for the past four days visiting a friend. Had a great time, we mostly hung out and tried to fix my computer (which probably needs to be reformatted due to some sound driver issues and some corrupted administrator password issues).

So, I’m back from Buffalo. No, that’s not the big news I’m talking about. I mean, it’s big for me, and I’m sure some of you are glad to hear that I’ve made it back safely, but the really big news will have to wait until the end of the post. Just to keep you all in suspense.

But the big news is — drumroll — I will actually be starting a webcomic. Weird, huh? Now, as I mentioned last time I brought this up, I can’t do it alone. I am sorely lacking in the drawing department. Which is why, during my visit to Buffalo, the slightly enigmatic Q and I began to brainstorm the early stages of our joint venture into Webcomicdom.

That’s all you get. I’m not telling you the title, the premise, the setup, or any other bits of info. It’ll be like what they do on Star Trek: “Computer, begin webcomic self-destruct countdown, silent running.” And I’m especially not telling you when it’s going to get started. I have no idea how long it will take us to get to that point, so you don’t get to know either. This is the last time I will mention the webcomic until I am ready to post a link to the first one. So sit tight and try not to think about it too hard. We wouldn’t want your brainmeats to ache.

I’d also like to note that in the course of my trip to Buffalo, I have now been to Amsterdam*, twice. I am singularly unimpressed. It’s a small city, rather run down, and it seemed very dead on both ways through. I definitely don’t want to go to grad school there, and I never ever will. So that settles that.
Remember, the puns come back Monday, but in different and changing forms. Now I’m off to a brunch.
*Amsterdam, New York.

I love thunder and lightening. It’s rare that we get those type of storms up here, and even rarer to see a really cool lightening show. When they do show up though, I’m right there.

I’m all about watching the lightening. My mother used to yell at me all the time. Over in Eastern Washington they get some cool lightening storms though.

I haven’t ever really been assaulted, thank goodness. Some people tried bullying me a time or two while in school, but they found out the hard way that wasn’t a good idea.

BW does not look fat. I think she looks like she’s trying to shield her merlot as well.

I called my mother last night and she’s doing fine. She’s very sore, but she’s fine. She’s going to stay at my sister’s house to recuperate. Middle sis doesn’t work, so this works out well for all parties involved.

I’m still so very tired. I just can’t get caught up on my sleep or rest. Last night, after work, I met Mr. Taters at the lake again, and pulled him around on the wakeboard. We didn’t get home until around 8:00 or so.

I guess I better get to work now. Not that I feel like it or anything.

Hence the source of my confusion! I mean, I live around here, so first thing I thought of was Amsterdam, NY and couldn’t figure out why the HELL anyone would want to go there.

Mm, I love thunderstorms, too. They’re so sexy.

Great cloud pics, Bus Guy! Bus Wife does not look fat. That’s clearly an arm, not a stomach.

Rifty, I’m glad you made it back okay. Get those web comics up soon! I wanna see!

Glad to hear your mom’s doing well, Taters.

I have good news! I saw the doctor this morning, and she gave me the results of a cholesterol test that I took on Tuesday (since I was already there and hadn’t eaten since the day before). My LDL (bad cholesterol) is well within the normal range - “quite low” my doctor said. Yay! About a year-and-a-half ago, it tested a high, and I’ve been too scared to get it checked again since, because I thought I wasn’t doing enough. I was (mostly) vegetarian when it tested high - how much more could I do?!? And I’ve gone un-veggie since. A year-and-a-half of no sausage or shellfish or pork or beef (alright, I cheated on a couple of those, but not the sausage) and only a little bit of cheese has paid off! happy dance

It wasn’t all good news - my HDL (good cholesterol) is a bit low, my triglycerides are a bit high, and my fasting glucose was a bit high, too. My doctor told me that you can’t draw any conclusions from a single glucose test, so she wants me to get tested in two or three months, but it’s something to watch and be aware of. My doctor recommended a nutritionist she knows, so I’ll make an appointment with him to see what I can do to get everything where it should be.

Oh! I’m sorry! I forgot to ask how Drae was doing today?

Did the doc call you back? What’s the dealio?

Aww, you guys are so sweet to me. :slight_smile:

Well, the doc called me back last night and said the following:

  1. The ultrasound he was looking at showed a cyst that shouldn’t hurt as much as I claim it does.
  2. The cat scan they did of my appendix two months ago shows nothing wrong, so I shouldn’t worry about that. (??? It was two months ago!! What if something’s happened since?)
  3. Hi Scout!
  4. He no longer does any surgery at all, so if I want to go ahead with the exploratory, I have to make an appointment with his partner.

So, I hang up the phone still all frustrated and annoyed, and starting another panic attack. Honestly, I’ve had more panic attacks over this whole thing than I’ve ever had in my life about anything. (But considering I started having panic attacks for the first time just last summer, I guess that’s to be expected.) I know that I’m mostly panicking because nothing’s ever been truly wrong with me in my memory, and I’m scared to death. Which is bad. Frustrated plus afraid plus generally worried plus in pain plus annoyed plus overall exhaustion equals a good possibility that I might just explode at any second.

Today, I’m feeling mostly okay. I took an Anaprox first thing, and I’ve had a couple twinges that might have been nothing more than muscle spasms, and have been sitting at my desk without feeling the need to stand up for almost two hours. This morning, I called to make an appointment with the other doctor, and am told his first availability is June 1st. To which I respond “Okay, you’ve got to be kidding me.” The receptionist said she’d check with the doctors to see “if they wanted” to squeeze me in today, and called back an hour and a half later to tell me I could come in at 3:15.

I just want this to be over. I want it to stop hurting when I sit for too long. I want to stop worrying that I’m going to keel over in intense pain at any second. I want to stop spending my evenings hogging the couch with a heating pad on my belly. I’m so tired of this. I’ve stayed at a job I hate for two months longer than I ever wanted to because I’ve been worried that I might need the medical insurance. I’m just fed up in about every way possible.

And you guys rawk for listening to me bitch about this, by the way. :smiley:

**Drae ** - maybe you should get a 3rd or 4th opinion. Is this doc yo usaw an HMO doc? He’ll never do any more than the bare minimum for you. Most HMO docs are like that. You need to see a doc who still knows how to be a doc

EXCUSE ME–this cyst shouldn’t be causing that much pain?
WHAT?!?

You- now- go get another opinion. Thank God this guy doesn’t do surgery. Yo-Dr Dumb–PAIN is subjective–it’s different for everyone. Pain is also considered the 5th vital sign–and JCAOH takes it veeeeert seriously (its relief, I mean). I would NOT be comfortable with a clinician that tries to tell me how much pain I “should” be in.

You spent a noc in ER, had IV pain meds, have a newer cyst etc–and he is dismissive?

:mad: <----unhappy nurse here. Drae -call the ER, and ask to speak to the doc who helped you. Ask him for a referral to a different doc, if you need to. (it can be hard to find docs).

When you go to this new doc, explain your symptoms. State (calmly) how much this impinging on your life now. Give a detailed history of pain, when it starts, what makes it better, what makes it worse etc. I don’t think you should go in dissing this current doc, but after the new one makes recommendations, you can say that you are relieved to hear X, because you hadn’t made progress on this problem with your former doc. Your goal is to end the pain and take care of the problem–so should his/her’s.

Oy, NOTHING pisses me off more than docs dismissing pain–and especialy pain in women.

<stomps off to mutter to self>

Drae, I know this great doctor you should go see. He’s not too far away from you either, at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Name of House, Dr. Gregory House.

What? :smiley:

Drae, your doctor is an idiot.
I slept last night! For the whole night (almost)! For the first time in five or six days! Today I have to make a doctor’s appointment for next week so we can talk about why my medication isn’t working anymore.

I’ve also got to phone my MIL and try to get baby news.

Oh, yeah- I should go to work eventually as well.

I second **rigs’ ** suggestion, Drae!

:frowning: I said it first :pout:

not :pout: but : pout:
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