More documentary footage on bee attacks:
I know that the more committed followers will be quick to point out that this doesn't violate separation of church and state, because it mandates that the organizations don't use funds to convert people, but I'm calling bullshit on that. You can't enforce that without a HUGE effort. Besides, if there truly are huge numbers of people out there that just want to help people without saving them or converting them, then they should be perfectly willing to start a non-profit NON-FAITH ASSOCIATED organization with my tax money.
Fuck this shit. I'm voting for my dog.
Don't ruin our sweet lawn
I was off the Coumadin for exactly one week.
Instead of baby aspirin (81 mg) I was taking regular aspirin (325 mg) for extra protection against my "sticky platelets."
Yesterday evening, I got up from a restless nap feeling a little weird.
By the time we had walked to Cala and back for dinner supplies (6 blocks total), I was feeling weird enough to tell Dave I thought something might be up. I meditated for a few minutes, took a Xanax in case it was just panic, then gave the word and we headed up to CPMC on Nob Hill (5 blocks away).
Yes, having a previous stroke is the quickest way to be seen at an ER, aside from actively bleeding on someone.
No, the three-hour window doesn't include the time for wondering if all the symptoms have prevailed long enough to warrant a trip to the ER.
I missed the window, but luckily it was a mini-stroke, aka a TIA.
They wanted to admit me because of their new stroke center, but Dave and I reasoned that since the hospital is so close, and the symptoms were subsiding, I could safely head home.
This morning, I was happy to open my eyes in our bed, with two cats and a warm hippy.
Apparently I am a lighting rod.
Now we get to search for the happy place between vigilance and paranoia. At least this makes the case for continued disability more obvious.
Nat attended Camp Gourmet in San Francisco this week. It's his second year attending the camp, and this year was better than last year. They made more complex and interesting food, including this beautiful and very tasty Strawberry Rhubarb Galette. It's a folded pie crust made with cream cheese, delectable, flaky, amazing. I'm so impressed with this I've even given it a French name (correct my grammar, please): Galette de la fraise et la rhubarbe.
I'm going to beg him to write the recipe down and make it again for us. Soon.
I just watched two dudes get married. They've been together for eleven years.
Better make sure to drink a lot of water!
Went to therapy today. More platitudes and "reframing" situations. I love her to death, but sometimes it's just depressing to be told for the millionth time that I need not to sweat the petty things (and, of course, not to pet the sweaty things). Doing this is harder than words can describe. I feel like I'm giving in to all the BS around me; the BS that I've been fighting most of my life. I'm so very tired of fighting but the thought of letting some craven jerk like some middle manager tell me what to do curdles my intestines.
So, I went to Body M today and got most of my earrings put back in - five each in the traditional ear spots, plus one each for the tragus, and fixing my nose. It was a little burn-ey because I'd been wearing the junk jewelry since the first MRI, and I have 16s in all my regular spots (plus two plugs in each ear and two eyelets) (OK, maybe a picture would help). I like the piercing pain, though, because it feels like something I cause and something I can control.
But then I checked my voice mail and a good friend and DPSC-mate, Steve (the big guy on the left, pictured below [from 2005 Vegas]) had conjunctive heart failure and was admitted to the hospital where his heart cacked up a clot that gave him a stroke with damage in the same areas I got. I told him he can use my Big Brain Book when he's ready. He sounded in pretty good spirits, which is great. I know all my P-town peeps will take good care of him and the Wussys will do whatever it is that Wussys actually do in case of emergency. Something sweet, I'm sure (no sarcasm here - they really are a wonderful bunch of folks)
The Pirates are falling - I think the "D" should be amended to include "damaged" or "demented" or possibly "disgruntled" since one by one we're losing our ability to hold up the "drunken" part of the name. I'm racking my brain for what I wanted when I was at that point in the hospital (even though I didn't have the heart thing) and all I can think of is peace and an end to the pain. I'm sending him something anyway. Haven't seen him in a couple of years and this certainly underscores why we stay in touch with those we love. You never know when the end is near. Here's that picture I promised of Steve, Junior, Me, and Shari - the DPSC in one of our finest stunts - Vegas rally in wedding dresses. :)
