It is Monday, March 29th of 2010. Silver was discharged this morning and we are finally home! Now comes the part where we try to get our lives back in order. I thought I might post a few more points of interest about this fiasco, some are funny and some not so much.
• The ER Radiologist labeled the cyst on the LEFT when it really was on the RIGHT. Another Badge of Stupid for them. :P
• In the ER after Silver had a dose of painkillers, she was drifting a bit. We had an impromptu discussion about WoW questing: "You gotta talk to the trolls in Hillsbrad." (FYI: There are no trolls in Hillsbrad)
• Discussion between surgeon and anesthesiologist before surgery:
- Battaglia: Cysts can have odd matter in them such as hair or teeth. I once removed a cyst from a woman that had brain matter. She lost two points of IQ.• Kori was staying with his best friend's family during this fiasco. He came home to care for the animals but also decided to be a firebug with Lysol and superglue. I walked in on the aftermath while picking up some supplies. I could've KILLED him. >_<
- Wagner: You'll lose five points of IQ listening to his jokes!
• ABC Family has a wholesome selection of viewing material that is guaranteed to substitute for anesthesia. Cy-Fair hospital is insidiously capitalizing upon this.
• Got in touch with my surgeon buddy in Melbourne (Greg/Arranum). In February he was stabbed in the face repeatedly with an IV needle (fixed with plastic surgery). He was also struck by a car while on a bike ride, shattering his right arm in five places. He's recovered with a replacement elbow to 90% mobility, but unless it's 100% he loses his career as a surgeon. More to come on that as I learn. Regardless, he provided all kinds of useful information about what happened to my wife. He's a great guy, Arra. Absolute prince of a fellow.
• The hospital green-lighted us out the door, no questions asked. Two hours later they called me with the bill and all the information about what the costs were about. Very clean severance from this ordeal, bought and paid for by my insurance via VISA. And they say healthcare in this nation is shit. There are SOME success stories, folks. /sigh
So that's all I can remember at the moment. We're home, we're exhausted, and there is a huge stack of dishes I need to get washed. The hospital had it's flaws but lets face it, they saved my wife's life. I can't ask for much better.
Thanks to EVERYONE for the support and love. I thought all this time I could stand alone through everything but I was wrong, I would not have made it through this sanely without each you. Thank you for being part of my life - my family, my friends both near and far. I love you all.
Friday morning, March 26th, my wife awoke from a good night's sleep. I had taken the day off to be with her. Not long after she awoke she began to feel nauseous and she collapsed on the floor in agony. She was clutching her lower right abdomen, below the navel line. My immediate fear was appendicitis.
Since I couldn't maneuver her at all in this state (and I was beginning to panic), I called 911. Moments later the ambulance arrived. The two male techs were professional, but the third tech (a frumpy blonde woman) seemed skeptical of her condition. She was asking Sil all manner of questions that she was in no state to reply coherently. Worse, they wouldn't take my word for hers despite the fact I'm her husband of sixteen years.
I did some yelling at them and told them which hospital to take her to. Honestly I think I could've got a more compassionate ride from a NY taxi. Since I couldn't ride in the ambulance with her I hopped in the car and hauled off at a reasonable speed. Since Sil was in safe (though moronic) hands, there was no reason to rush. However, this did not stop fate from making a farse of things.
I was on fumes and needed to get gas. No problem, I will stay calm. Pulling out from the neighborhood, I was immediately stalled by a MILE LONG FUNERAL PROCESSION. The intersection was blocked for
three minutes an eternity.
The procession finished, I pulled past and refueled. From there I continued up the freeway. Three miles from the hospital and I was caught in a traffic jam. A light was out a mile ahead and traffic was creeping by at an agonizing rate.
When I finally pulled into the hospital, I saw THE AMBULANCE WAS WAY BEHIND ME STILL STUCK IN TRAFFIC.
God is mocking me but I'm REALLY trying to laugh along with it. At this point I feel like I'm trapped in a bad Chevy Chase movie. :T
Silver was finally admitted into the ER at 10:50AM. Like the ambulance crew, the admittance nurse thought Silver was faking it for a dose of painkillers. While she was writhing in agony they made pithy comments and told her to "act like a grown-up."
Let me take a moment to say I understand there is rampant abuse of ER's to get narcotics. I understand they have to take precautions and be somewhat skeptical. However, the initial lack of compassion was appalling.
It took three hours of her writhing to finally get some kind of pain medication. Two shots of morphine (eek) later, she was still crawling the walls but at least she was a little coherent. Initial tests were performed such as a CT scan and a sonogram.
A nurse, Carlene, came in and whispered to me, "This girl has the same birthday as me, something is telling me I need to take care of her."
And, bless her soul, she did. Carlene took time out from her shift breaks to make certain my wife had everything she needed. She wrangled a doctor in to see Sil. The rest of the ER staff could learn a thing or two from Carlene's bedside manner. I, for one, plan on contacting the hospital's head of nursing to commend her and demand she have a raise or promotion or a parade.
At nine o'clock in the evening the doctor had a semblance of a prognosis. He had confirmed there was no appendicitis, no kidney issues, no endometriosis, no UTI. There was an "abnormality" detected on her left ovary, however, and that's where the prognosis ended.
The doctor wanted to leave it in the hands of a capable OB/GYN at this point. Silver was, at last, admitted to the hospital. We spent a fitful night dealing with this phantom pain, neither of us got any more than an hour's sleep at any given time.
The morning brought a jolly, husky giant of a fellow to our door. He had a very cool handlebar mustache, too. It was our OB/GYN! Dr. Battaglia is a veteran doctor of thirty years. He informed us that Silver had a cyst on her left ovary that was 6×9cm! Worse, it appeared to have contorted. It was odd the pain was on the right side and yet the abnormality was on the left… but stranger things have happened.
Silver was wheeled into surgery. A short hour and a half later, the doctor emerged with news. The ovary and part of the fallopian tube was necrotic, so it all had to be removed.
We're all back in the hospital room now. Silver had some broth, jello, and juice. She's still in pain but at least it's a different kind of pain - a "recovery pain" - and the plan is to be discharged on Monday with extended bedrest.
This is the story thus far. I'll have a follow-up soon with the aftermath.
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- Music:Wolfsheim - Everyone Who Casts a Shadow
Today is September 11th and I say to you now, do not ask me about it.
Do not ask me if I remember where I was or what I was doing. I do. I am not so numb as to treat that day as a piece of trivia, a topic to call in to your local radio for idle banter.
Do not ask me if I remember those innocents who died this day six years ago. While I knew not a single one of those victims, I wept and grieved for them like family.
Do not ask me if anything has changed, for not even a year passed before it politicians were at each other's throat once more squabbling like children and pointing fingers. The people follow suit like puppets on a string, red vs blue… the same as ever. No, nothing has changed.
If our enemy wanted to instill fear within me, they failed. That terrible day evoked such primal, black vitriol of emotion within me… but, no, none of it is fear.
It is a blind and rabid beast caged up in my soul - a hate so caustic that it is alien to me, a rage that cries out not for justice but for revenge metted out in rivers of blood.
Every year on this day that beast rails against its confines - demanding satisfaction it will never have.
It reminds me how cynical I have become, forces me to look within at parts of my psyche that I cannot abide.
Beyond this day, this week, this month… it will gradually quiet down and slink to the corner, festering until this same day a year from now.
Do not ask me about September 11th.
As my fingers dance along the keyboard this very moment - my partner, Woody, is at a sales pitch for our Cut-Ups project. He arranged the meeting a bit prematurely to my finishing the project, which left us in a dead scramble to have everything finished by Sunday evening.
Thus, my weekend was spent processing data from my regular job while coding in Flash. Kudos and props go out to my dear wife, who patiently dealt with my howls of frustration. As ever, she is my bastion of moral support - a finer friend I've never had.
The final result for his demo is not what I would've hoped for - it's downright ugly by my accounting, but at least it communicates the product's use and possibilities. Hopefully that will be enough. Once all is said and done, I'm going to rebuild this thing from the ground up so it will be CLEAN.
This isn't the first sales pitch Woody has made. Our project began back in 2001 on a chance encounter on a Flash coding forum. This meeting has me anxious, however, since it is one of several - each of which has taken us a step closer to a sale.
It'd be wonderful to finally have the payoff that Woody has dreamt of - we've been at this a long time now.
Cross your phalanges for us.
- Tags:cut-ups, flash, work
- Music:Shiny Toy Guns - Starts With One (Album Version)
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1. Who was the last person to call you babe?
My dear wife, Silver. It'd be awkward hearing it from, say, that burly guy across the street.
2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
Even in pouring rain, yes.
3. If you had to kiss the last person you kissed, would you?
You're damn skippy I would.
4. Has someone ever sang a song to you?
5. Do you play Sudoku?
Not really, but it's an interesting challenge.
6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness would you survive?
You bet I would.
18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you would do?
Put the fire out, duh. Barring that, go to the neighbor's house and call 911. Subsequently, run about in the street in a panicked state waving my arms and screaming shrilly.
19. Who was the last person you shared a bed with?
My lovely wife Silver.
20. Who do you text the most?
I do not participate in this noun-turned-verb phenomenon.
21. Who last said they loved you?
My darling wife Silver. Note a trend?
25. Do you like your parents?
My parents are my heroes, you're damn right I like 'em.
26. Do you secretly like someone?
No. Why keep your love secret for those around you, be they friends or more? Secrets are lead weights on the soul.
27. Why did your last relationship end?
Because I didn't feel anything for the girl I was dating… doubted I could even love at all at the time. Boy was I wrong!
28. Who was the last person you said you loved on the phone?
My adoring wife Silver. Good thing she doesn't get royalties for name use. >_>
29. Favorite ex?
Don't have any of those in an "official" sense. Don't plan on changing that.
30. Where was the furthest place you traveled?
I've been to just about every corner of the United States, but not beyond that boundary. West coast, east coast, New England, etc…
32. Do you like mustard?
Why yes, yes I do.
33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?
I love my blessed sleep, what little I allow myself.
34. Do you look like your mom or dad?
I look very much like my mother, only I have five-o'clock shadow.
35. How long does it take you in the shower?
Fifteen to twenty minutes if I'm quick.
36. Can you do splits?
Of course I can. Once. If I tried, I'd never get up again. I'm saving it for a special occasion.
37. What movie do you want to see right now?
39. What did you do for New Year's Eve?
40. Do you think The Grudge was crappy?
I liked it, some elements were very creepy! Overall, though, it fell short.
43. Was your mom a cheerleader?
45. What's the last letter of your middle name?
47. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?
48. Do you like care bears?
What? On toast or something? With cheese and ham? Oh fug, now I'm hungry… c'mere Funshine Bear.
49. What do you buy at the Movies?
The tickets and little else if I can.
50. Do you know how to play poker?
Been a while, but yeah, mostly. You aim very precisely and then jab with your index finger. Careful or you might poke an eye out. x_O
51. Do you wear your seatbelt?
Why yes, yes I do… but only when I sit down while driving.
53. Anything big ever happen in your town?
All the time, I live in Houston! Am I ever there when it happens? Probably not.
54. Is your hair straight or curly?
Long and curly as heck. Detangler FTW, baby.
55. Is your tongue pierced?
I'm not into that, really. Nope.
56. Do you like Liver and Onions?
Surprisingly, yes. I like liver, not so much on the onions.
58. Do you like funny or serious people better?
If you can't laugh a little then something is seriously wrong. If you can't ever be serious about things then you need to be smacked around with a halibut.
59. Ever been to L.A.?
When I was ten, yes.
60. Who is on your mind right now?
My partner, Woody. How am I going to fix the problem in my flash project and still meet my deadline of tomorrow? UGH.
61. Any plans for tonight?
Aside from debugging and coding and praying it all works? Roleplaying. If I fix everything, possibly roleplaying + Warcrafting. Bolshka needs to get an enchant or two on his awesome [new toys].
62. What's your favorite song at the moment?
I have far too many to name, but the one song that has always stuck with me is Cuts You Up by Peter Murphy. Why can't all his albums have been like that one?
63. Do you hate chocolate?
I fear it's stranglehold over my consciousness.
64. What do you and your parents fight about the most?
We don't fight. We repress our anger and spite until it explodes and everything goes to shit. Now THAT's tradition for ya. ;)
65. Are you a gullible person?
Why, are you selling something? Generally, I am.
66. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?
I'd like to say no, but I don't want to find out.
67. If you could have any job what would it be?
68. Are you easy to get along with?
I'm quite amicable, yes. Unless you are a clown or a politician, but telling them apart is so difficult these days.
69. What is your favorite time of day?
Mornings, I like watching the sunrise.
70. Are you a generally happy person?
Yes, I am. Having a short memory helps. ;)
- Music:Peter Murphy (Deep) - Cuts You Up
I realize I've not posted much aside from jokes, memes, and useless banter about Warcraft (omfg Bolshka is such a badass). For that, my gentle readers, I apologize. I have neglected my fanbase!
Life has been hectic but quite good as of late. Korigan is now in week two of 7th grade and he's loving it - especially shop class. I'm pleased to see his enthusiasm renewed for school. He even shares one class with his best friend, Trevor. Hopefully that won't distract him too much from his work… I know it did for me back in the day.
Freelance work picked up about a month ago with more tasks to accomplish for my partner Woody. I've got a ton of work to do before the end of this week to prep our CutUps project for another animators convention, hopefully something will pan out for it.
Work has been… difficult to gauge. I'm not happy with my current tasks and I'm sorely disgruntled with my current manager, but I suppose it could be worse. I was told last month that a new role is being crafted for me to fill that will solve my dissatisfaction. I was due to hear something about it by the end of August - naught but crickets chirping thus far. I should tap the powers that be and see what the future holds - I pray it isn't another year of mediocrity.
On the upside of things my not-so-favorite client, Coke, was recently denied permission to immerse me in a vat of Irukandji jellyfish. Well, they werent' REALLY trying to do that but I've been dying to use that reference, indulge me a little.
After three months of intensive processing and churning through gigs of data they decided to throw a monkeywrench into the works and demand I start it all over from the beginning.
In a shocking display of vertebral fortitude, the client represenatives told Coke no. In my decade of torment dealing with this client, I believe this is the first time anyone has denied Coke their dastardly schemings. And, lo, on that blessed day - Hell froze over.
I'm left cleaning up a few pieces before shipping off their data as-is. Quite a satisfactory feeling, I must say.
Home-life is, as ever and always, my salvation. No matter the stress or frustration I encounter abroad, I find warm solace in my lady's arms. We've been quite hermitous recently, my little family, but at least we're happy.
Silver has encouraged me to do more art and goodness knows I've tried. I've got a few awesome ideas in my head but it seems as though good art comes out of me in sporadic bursts - chance moments like ball lightning or spontaneous combustion. I might get something done in the near future, however, so keep a weather eye on the Deviant Art horizon.
That's about it, I think. I've bored you people enough as it is! I leave you now, berift once more until I find inclination and inspiration to post anew.
- Tags:korigan, update, work
- Music:Blaqk Audio (CexCells) - The Fear of Being Found
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Okay this is called "FIRST REACTIONS QUIZ". You have to type the 1STthing that comes to mind whenever you hear these 35 things. You can't think and go back and change your answers. Copy and Paste, then delete answers to make them your own.
Let's do this:
1. Beer: Goat piss?
2. Anorexic: Kindly pass the lard.
3. Relationships: You get what you give.
4. Purple: Not nearly as cool as orange
5. Power Rangers: zomg hypernuklermegasuperindustrialsize LAME.
6. Weed: Singular means drugs, plural means my lawn.
7. Steroids: Used in conjunction with #6, my back lawn.
8. Cartoons: I still love 'em.
9. The President: The lesser of two evils? The lesser of two morons?
10. Tupperware: … for President
11. Best Vacation: Le Brea Tar Pits when I was my son's age.
12. Santa Claus: Ate mah cookies!
13. Halloween: Mah BIRFDAY! BEST HOLIDAY EVAR!
14. Bon Jovi: … still eludes my interest beyond radio music.
15. Grammar: Are gooder than yours am.
16. Facebook: Butt pamphlet? Huh?
17. Worst fear: Losing my son or, close second, driving off a bridge that isn't finished. Stop laughing. :P
18. Marriage: T'is worth everything required of it.
19. Paris Hilton: Useless.
21. Redhead: Sexy
22. Blondes: Blah-zay and overrated
23. Brunette: Sexy
24. Pass the time: Roleplaying and/or Drawing and/or Writing and/or World of Warcraft … ALL AT ONCE
25. One night stands: Who would want just one nightstand? You should have one for each side of the bed, duh.
26. Donald Trump: Is not Santa Claus. Probably.
27. Neverland: Near Sometimesland. Sometimes.
28. Pixie Sticks: My former means of sustenance, the fuel of youth.
29. Vanilla Ice Cream: My second favorite flavor!
30. High School: Best and worst time of my life. Almost.
31. Work: A necessary evil for the betterment of one's soul… and to pay bills.
32. Pajamas: Too hot for pajamas. Am I speaking of weather or my own sexiness? YOU DECIDE.
33. Wood: Gnotty pine for me, thank you.
34. Wet Sock: Oh gawd, what the fug did I just step in?
35. Alcohol: Burns quite nicely.
36. Love: … is more than what you feel.
- Music:Breaking Benjamin (Saturate) - Shallow Bay