A Little Post-Surgery Humor
Semi-private hospital room: $1,500
Anesthesiologist: $1,693
Surgeon: $2,000
No periods for the rest of your life: PRICELESS!
borrowed from Hyster Sisters.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
International Webloggers Day
I almost forgot about this! Yikes! But here it goes.
I started blogging in 2001, pre-911, on a site I still have. It's now called Out of the Mainstream, but it was originally called My Views on the News. The name is self-explanatory. But then I decided I wanted to blog about more personal stuff so I started A Waste is a Terrible Thing to Mind, which eventually morphed into Excited Utterances. For me, blogging is way to remember what I'm thinking about current events or just events in my own life. I've kept journals off and on for my whole life. This is just an extension of that.
Now for a little bit of a rant. I get really annoyed when I hear people on MSNBC, CNN and other news channels talk about "The Bloggers" and "The Blogs" as if Glen Reynolds and Andrew Sullivan and the like are the only people out there. These news people should actually surf the net and find out how many different kinds of blogs are out there.
Anyway, I don't care what anyone thinks about my blog. I've been doing it this way for four years and I'm going to continue to do it this way. People who don't like it don't have to read it. And if I'm never mentioned on Connected, so be it. My blog makes me happy and that's all that matters.
Happy International Webloggers Day!
I almost forgot about this! Yikes! But here it goes.
I started blogging in 2001, pre-911, on a site I still have. It's now called Out of the Mainstream, but it was originally called My Views on the News. The name is self-explanatory. But then I decided I wanted to blog about more personal stuff so I started A Waste is a Terrible Thing to Mind, which eventually morphed into Excited Utterances. For me, blogging is way to remember what I'm thinking about current events or just events in my own life. I've kept journals off and on for my whole life. This is just an extension of that.
Now for a little bit of a rant. I get really annoyed when I hear people on MSNBC, CNN and other news channels talk about "The Bloggers" and "The Blogs" as if Glen Reynolds and Andrew Sullivan and the like are the only people out there. These news people should actually surf the net and find out how many different kinds of blogs are out there.
Anyway, I don't care what anyone thinks about my blog. I've been doing it this way for four years and I'm going to continue to do it this way. People who don't like it don't have to read it. And if I'm never mentioned on Connected, so be it. My blog makes me happy and that's all that matters.
Happy International Webloggers Day!
I kind of understand ...
... how people get addicted to Vicodin. I have a prescription for Lortab, which is basically the same thing. I stopped taking it on May 19 but then started again last week (just one a day) because Advil wasn't working for this new pain I was having. I stopped again yesterday, though, so I'm not in any danger of being addicted. I definitely don't need it or crave it or anything. However, I can see how some people would get addicted. It's an awesome pain reliever and it helps me get to sleep. And there's one more thing. I've been writing about my weird dreams and, although, they freak me out sometimes, I kind of like them because they're so vivid. (Yeah, I'm a freak sometimes.) Well, that's another side effect of Vicodin/Lortab. Before I got the prescription for that, I would take my Mom's Darvocet every now & then. I found out that also causes vivid dreams. So, at least now I have an explanation for them.
... how people get addicted to Vicodin. I have a prescription for Lortab, which is basically the same thing. I stopped taking it on May 19 but then started again last week (just one a day) because Advil wasn't working for this new pain I was having. I stopped again yesterday, though, so I'm not in any danger of being addicted. I definitely don't need it or crave it or anything. However, I can see how some people would get addicted. It's an awesome pain reliever and it helps me get to sleep. And there's one more thing. I've been writing about my weird dreams and, although, they freak me out sometimes, I kind of like them because they're so vivid. (Yeah, I'm a freak sometimes.) Well, that's another side effect of Vicodin/Lortab. Before I got the prescription for that, I would take my Mom's Darvocet every now & then. I found out that also causes vivid dreams. So, at least now I have an explanation for them.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
The Best Friend
He was here the week of May 23 & we had planned on going out to dinner but, I just wasn't up to it. That really depressed me because we only get to see each other in person once or twice a year. Also, I slept so much that week and the week after that I only talked to him on the phone once, although he called almost everyday. But everytime he called I was asleep. (The surgery and getting over the anemia really did me in.) I was really, really afraid he was going to think I was mad at him and that he'd give up on me. But, he didn't. He called yesterday and everything was fine. I guess that's why best friends are best friends.
He was here the week of May 23 & we had planned on going out to dinner but, I just wasn't up to it. That really depressed me because we only get to see each other in person once or twice a year. Also, I slept so much that week and the week after that I only talked to him on the phone once, although he called almost everyday. But everytime he called I was asleep. (The surgery and getting over the anemia really did me in.) I was really, really afraid he was going to think I was mad at him and that he'd give up on me. But, he didn't. He called yesterday and everything was fine. I guess that's why best friends are best friends.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Another installment of Weird Dreams
Did y'all know that anesthetic and pain meds cause vivid nightmares? Well, that would have been a nice thing to know before my surgery!
Here are the two weirdest ones:
#1 I was in bed in my bedroom. I couldn't move my arms and legs, and couldn't speak. My brother opened the door and asked if I was ok. I tried to tell him I wasn't but, because I couldn't speak, I couldn't tell him. He closed the door and I could hear him telling my mother I was fine. I was in a panic because I knew something was wrong but had no way of telling anyone.
#2 After a shower, I looked in the mirror and noticed that my back was swollen and it looked like I had one of those old-lady-with-osteoperosis humps. Then I noticed that my breasts were swollen to twice their normal size. (In my case, that's not very big, but it was the idea that they were huge in comparison to normal.) I went downstairs to tell my mother (a nurse) about it so she could look and see if everything was ok. Just as she was about to look, my right breast started getting bigger and bigger and I felt as if it was going to burst. I kept thinking that it was going to burst open and I was going to die.
See? Told ya they were weird.
Did y'all know that anesthetic and pain meds cause vivid nightmares? Well, that would have been a nice thing to know before my surgery!
Here are the two weirdest ones:
#1 I was in bed in my bedroom. I couldn't move my arms and legs, and couldn't speak. My brother opened the door and asked if I was ok. I tried to tell him I wasn't but, because I couldn't speak, I couldn't tell him. He closed the door and I could hear him telling my mother I was fine. I was in a panic because I knew something was wrong but had no way of telling anyone.
#2 After a shower, I looked in the mirror and noticed that my back was swollen and it looked like I had one of those old-lady-with-osteoperosis humps. Then I noticed that my breasts were swollen to twice their normal size. (In my case, that's not very big, but it was the idea that they were huge in comparison to normal.) I went downstairs to tell my mother (a nurse) about it so she could look and see if everything was ok. Just as she was about to look, my right breast started getting bigger and bigger and I felt as if it was going to burst. I kept thinking that it was going to burst open and I was going to die.
See? Told ya they were weird.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Monday, May 30, 2005
Just an observation
There's a Bank of America commercial that really bugs me. A woman walks into a barbershop & asks if there's a B of A ATM or something near there. The six guys in the barbershop start naming off all these places. Seemingly, there's a B of A ATM or something every few hundred feet. So, how lame is that woman if she had to ask?
There's a Bank of America commercial that really bugs me. A woman walks into a barbershop & asks if there's a B of A ATM or something near there. The six guys in the barbershop start naming off all these places. Seemingly, there's a B of A ATM or something every few hundred feet. So, how lame is that woman if she had to ask?