I’ve been up since 6:30, which is waaaaaaaaay too early for me. I just didn’t sleep well, combined with a bunch of weird dreams involving hockey and cats. Don’t ask.
Super Freak (a/k/a Magic) is being very quiet this morning. That worries me, as it is not normal behavior for him.
I think I am going back to bed. Maybe this headache will go away if I get a bit more sleep.
You must tell us! 
I have this bizarre mental image of a bunch of unhappy felines being swatted across the ice… <snerk>
I was having weird dreams last night, the weirdest of which had something to do with a scrawny chihuahua named Heather who kept slipping out of her harness and running away. Plus at one point, I was wearing a foofy white dress - not a wedding dress, since it was shorter, but it was certainly ornate enough to get hitched it… I dunno.
It’s raining, and our previously cleared lawns are covered in leaves again. FCD decided to go back to the boat and finish the wiring he was working on. I’ve got laundry going, and I brought my glaze and some pots up from my studio - it’s just to damp and chilly to work down there today.
My kid just called asking for my recipe for mac-n-cheese. I directed her to the appropriate cookbook, and she was happy.
So, it’s time to glaze…
How ya doin’ this morning, MBG? Please come in and glare at everyone and let us know. 
That flooding sounds awful, Taters. Glad you’re OK, of course, but hate to hear of the effects on others.
No dreams that I can remember. But, yes, cats and hockey sound intriguing. And FCM in a foofy white dress…are you sure it wasn’t just a flash forward to your daughter’s wedding? (You’re welcome.)
Hope the meeting with the parents goes well, Al. Will an official Cool Kid certificate help? Let us know…
Wake up, Jahdra! It’s Sunday now, even in California… 
Back from mass, thinking about what to do today. Really need to clean and then rake and mow. I’m actually considering raking leaves out of the beds and just mowing to catch both grass and leaves. Also need to do a couple loads of laundry. And take books back to the library.
We’ll see what I actually get done.
GT
I honestly can’t remember enough of the dream now to report it - although it wasn’t cats on ice. At least they would have built-in spikes! If I don’t write down a dream immediately when I get up I seldom remember it.
I am doing laundry and making beaded bookmarks to add to my jewelry collection on SIL’s website. So at least I am being semi-productive. I may go somewhere this afternoon just to get out of the house for a bit.
Good afternoon everyone. I’ve been up since about 8:30, had my coffee, read my paper, and played some Titan Quest with the hubby.
Soon, we’ll be fixing to go the store and get light bulbs and can lights. I have many lights out. The worst is the huge light fixture I have hanging in my entry way. It takes mucho bulbs and the damn fixture requires a huge ladder to change the bulbs. You would have thought the developer would have put a chain system in. My entry way is about 20 feet tall…sigh. The can lights are for the fixtures in the kitchen. Three decided to burn out at once. Plus, two bulbs are out in my light/fan fixture in the great room.
gt, those people that were flooded out have it bad. They had an article in today’s paper about the flooding in Orting. One family suffered over $400,000 in damage. Those folks up north in Snohomish, Preston, Hamilton, Carnation and a few other places have it worse. Roads are still closed in many areas.
We were lucky.
Nothing else too exciting going on. Just another rainy, dreary November day here.
It is way gray out there today. I keep thinking it’s later than it really is. I guess that’s good.
Making Jell-O (thanks Meeks) with lots of fruit. Gonna pick up recyclables and get them out on the curb. Rake a bit. Anyone wanna help out?
GT
Wha? Oh. Yawn. I just woke up an hour ago. I called the med line and after making it past The GateKeeper, spoke to a nurse who told me not to take the remeron tonight and call my doctor in the morning. So that’s what I’ll do. The nurse was all perky, “I’m sure she’ll prescribe another med for you and it’ll be fine.” Uh, yeah. I suppose I could go back on Effexor again, that was my other option.
I think one of my neighbors had a fire earlier: I heard sirens, smelled smoke and heard a large truck-like thing stop close to my house. Then I fell back asleep. At least it wasn’t my house, I guess. Sigh. Better living through chemistry.
It’s been raining steadily for some time. I’ve got my last load of laundry in the dryer, and a big pot of poke BBQ on the stove with fresh rolls standing by. FCD just ran to the store to get some chips, and when he gets home, we’ll eat.
I glazed/reglazed about a dozen pieces - it’s very labor intensive when done by hand with a paint brush. In class, we dip our pots into 5-gallon buckets. Here, I paint out of a pint jar.
I can’t believe it’s pitch dark out at just a little after 5, and I know the rainclouds are only partly responsible. That’s what I hate most about winter - the long periods of dark. I couldn’t imagine living farther north and having more dark.
My back is still aching, but I find the more active I am, the more it loosens up. There’s prolly a lesson in there somewhere, ya think?
Speaking of lessons, I add to the chorus asking **MBG ** to check in, dagnabbit!
Eight work days till Thanksgiving - yay! Five more weeks till my baby comes for a visit - double yay!!
Incidentally, GT, she’s already told me she doesn’t want a foofy wedding. They want to be married by Fred - their friend and notary. And there’s probably nothing foofy about Fred, I’m guessing…
Me again. I raked. And raked. And swept. Until it was really quite dark. Please explain why the large tree is in the neighbor’s yard but the large piles of leaves are in mine. (Good thing I really like her tree.)
I’ve taken an antihistamine and a shower and am now going to think about dinner. I had lentils and noodles for lunch. Not sure what I want for dinner, though.
::Wanders off in search of sustenance.::
GT
Whew.
Just got back from some shopping. I went to the new superstore that just opened up near me. I wanted to get some different things than my usual supermarket had, and this store has a ton of products I haven’t seen in any local haunts. This is good. Ended up getting some lunches for work – some Indian dishes of Madras, Butter Chicken, Masala and such – and a couple of nice unusual Italian dishes I’ve never tried before. I’m feeling adventurous. But mostly I’m tired of the same old crap. Grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner tonight. It’s a little on the heavy side but I’ll live.
The wife’s mother dropped by with an unexpected gift – an exercise bike! I’d have preferred a nice treadmill but it was free so I can’t complain. It’s hardly top-of-the-line but it works – and again, it’s free. Maybe now I’ll get a leg or two up (and down, and up…) on shedding some pounds.
Uh…hi?
::waving::
I’d have written sooner, but, uh…
I spent the day at the ER.
See, it’s like this:
I slept late, enjoying the relative quiet. Got up with only a mildly blinding headache, and reallyreallyreally hungry. This being Sunday, I figgered a large breakfast was in order. So I went downstairs and apparently made up a huge pan full of thick fried bacon, 'tillas, eggs, muffins and um…already said eggs, right? I say “apparently” because that’s what the wife tells me and I can see the large bacon-makin pan on the stove right now.
About an hour after we finished eating, I said “dang I feel full”, at which point the Wife says she’s not surprised after a breakfast like that.
::insert blank stare::
“So, yeah it was a big breakfast, you’re right…”
She just stared and decided anyone that was hazy on what he just made and ate, needed medical attention. That, plus my head was throbbing again.
Long story short, the ER doc was as concerned that I didn’t have a clear recollection of why/how/exactly when I fell as she was about the, uh whatdyacallit… - oh yeah - memory loss.
She did the whole guacamole on me. CT scan of my noggin, chest x-ray, took about 6 lbs of blood from me, I peed in a cup and danced the hoochie-coochie on one foot while reciting the Gettysburg Address.
ALL my blood tests were fantabulous (even the glucose which she attributed to being a tad high on the Slaughtered Pig Breakfast I had eaten), my CT scan shows a normal brain (shut it. shut it right now rigs, I know what you’re thinking), my chest x-ray made Courtney the Gurney Pushing Cutie swoon with lustful delight, and that guy with the funny english accent on that dancing show where all the women don’t wear dresses really said I hoochie-coochie even better than Emmitt Smith.
Ok, so yeah, that’s a mixed bag of news in her opinion. On one hand, I’m a ridiculously healthy specimen of 46 year old masculinity. (Courtney’s probably telling all her friends right now and picking china patterns) On the other hand, I suffered what is probably a grade 1 maybe 2 concussion. Probably less serious than more serious, but no doubt it was that. My eyeballs look just a BIT not even, which I learned is what they call A Clue - and - there’s the memory issues and the blinding headache. (typing hurts my ears)
Not to mention that she’s not utterly buying the “slipped on a wet floor” story, which she even made me doubt by asking me questions about things happening right before I fell, to which I had no real solid answers.
So, I left with a prescription for Darvocet and the name of a neurologist to call in the morning. The neighbors and the Wife are gathering across the street to watch the Bears game, I believe I’ll sit right here with my drugs and the sound turned down several notches - catching up on the Sunday paper I missed reading today, and nibbling on leftover roasted chicken.
Thank you ALL for caring enough to bug me about this, and for missing me. I’d blush but I have a feeling the act of blushing would be a bit loud for me right now.
<notes absense of glares>
Glad to hear you were tended to, MBG! Hope the neurologist helps ya real good.
Take care of yourself - we kinda like ya around here!
I’m glad you went in, MBG. Do make that follow-up appointment in the morning. Maybe give it to your wife so you don’t forget…
::d&r::
Good for you for gettin’ checked out MBG. We need ya around cause well, we like ya, and besides, if’n we decide we need to take a bus trip, we need a driver.
Today I went to church (ACBG in tow even) then we had steak, sallit and baked sweet N.O.T. (even though O.T. is sweet. I know cause I met her.). Then I went in to work for a while (obsession thy name is swampbear), then we went to a friend’s house and ate hot dogs and hung out for a bit. Now I’m home and ACBG is in his home and soon I’m headed to beddy bye. I took sleepy pills tonight just so I’ll sleep and not stay awake all night worryin’ about this accreditation thing.
If’n y’all don’t see me much for the next couple days it’s because of that.
Nitey night!
My work here is done…
get some rest, big yellow vehicle AND SEE THAT NEUROLOGIST!!!
There, there. All better now.
Dang, Busman, that sounds a little weird, a tad worrisome, and a lot painful. I’ve taken a few cracks to the noggin, but never hard enough to cause memory loss. Headaches, sure, but probably nothing bad enough that a doc would want to slap a “concussion” label on it. So, you have no recollection of how it happened?
I left a message with the Neurologist’s office - I even mentioned that I was leaving it in case I forgot to in the morning. 
No - no really clear recollection. I came out of the shower, next thing I know I’m lying comfortably on the floor, with Cuervo purring next to me. Don’t remember getting into bed, nor out of it, nor deciding to take a walk, nor even coming in from the walk. My timeline Friday night is pretty much:
Right now I can remember all of this morning, which was a blur to me this afternoon. So it goes, but it comes back. Just later.
Once before, I was 17-18 I think, I was playing baseball, leading off of 1st base and had to dive back to beat a pickoff throw. Next thing I know, I’m in the dugout, it’s 3 innings later and I had a handful of sunflower seeds in my hand, and a headache. Once my manager figured out I really did NOT recall the last hour or so - during which I didn’t play, due to the lump on my head - he tool me to the hospital. That was a for sure concussion, complete with weeks of screwed up moods, blurred vision, recurrent headaches, the whole La Bamba.
And yes, I did tell the neurologist to ask me about that when I see him.
In case I forget.
:flop: TGIM. Guinness to the rescue! 
MBG, see we told you so. And a reminder, you do not feed Cuervo yellow fin tuna steaks twice a day(God knows what he told you while you were in and out).
SCL, was the dream anything like this?
waah - I had a whole post typed and my browser quit on me. waah.
Mainly it was: Hey Bus Guy! Get better and tell us what the brain doc says!
and something about the Star Wars marathon on Cinemax generating a Star Wars themed dream starring me and David Boreanaz
and something about Smokey that I’ve now forgotten. Oh well, see you all in the next MMP
