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What I Did on my Summer Vacation, or Patient Zero Goes on Holiday

Quite recently, I took a holiday. My plan was (along with my Sister) to visit my Nana for her 95th birthday in Atlanta where much of my family lives.

My plan went somewhat…awry.

The flight in was bumpy, but we managed to see a few of the family (and some of the animals) before going to bed. On Friday, we got to see even more family and had a merry old time.

By Friday Night, I was taken to the ER. My kind sister, knowing me well as she does, offered to take a picture of me for the blog. So, here we have documentary evidence that I can get really sick and still remain a bit silly.

Please note that I am apparently too metal for the Emergency Room. I was brought in carrying a pink basin like the one you can see in the image (but I think that it had been traded out by then) and yet my sister still didn’t hit me for repeatedly saying “I Has a Bucket.” (Yes. I explained the whole LOLrus thing to my cousin, but then she already knew I was weird.)

Finally, I was taken home at about dawn and I ended up sleeping the entire rest of Saturday. Like, nearly 24 hours, waking up every time someone opened the door…’cause I’m just that light a sleeper. By the time I’d left, there were seven of us that had fallen ill.

Seven. Seven women, no less. Including my poor sister and my Nana. Don’t worry. Everyone was fine in the end (or so I hear) and the last two may not have even had the same thing. Still, I felt a bit like Patient Zero, even though I didn’t get sick until after I arrived. It sort of put paid to our vacation plans, though. It’s fun and all to call it the Vacation from Hell. I mean, if I was going to be ill, I could just as easily have stayed home. Worse yet, there is precedence for this. When I was quite young I brought the measles with me to Georgia. That was, in a word, bad.

But…I’ve had some time to think about the whole thing in the last week, and some things have occurred to me:

1) If I’m going to be quite that ill, the best place to do it is somewhere with a massive support network. (I have a lot of family, bless them.)
2) I am industrial strength. More so than I thought, even. My stomach muscles are amazing. …Though, Hello! they still hurt. Ow.
3) My Aunt is even more industrial strength than I am. I now aspire to be her.
4) I got to see my family and meet many of their animals.
5) The Georgia Aquarium has many places to sit. This helps if you are going to visit it right after being ill.
6) I still love Hee Haw and so does my uncle.
7) I took a bunch of pictures!

So, while the vacation was a bit of a nightmare, and not what I was looking forward too, it was still a vacation. My parents and siblings live two hours away from me, but I got to spend several days with them. I saw most of my cousins and their kids. All in all…not terrible. I guess I’ll just have to try again soon.

Posted on 13th June 2010
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I Give Up


Well, okay. Not really. But I’m certainly taking a break in fertility land.
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Posted on 5th May 2010
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The story so far…


Hello again all.

I’ve had my new job for two weeks at this point, and I must say I am loving it. I’m not so big on having to deal with a learning curve situation, as I much prefer to know what I’m doing inside and out. (I have a whole perfectionist/hate making mistakes thing…’cause, I’m all perfect and stuff, y’know. Sigh.) Once I’ve finished putting away my stuff, I’ll take some photos of the place for you all. I have four bookcases! Four! (Maniacal laughter)

Oh! And my hair is red now. Every Spring, some alarm seems to go off in my head, and I decide that my hair is booooring. That is a photo of me at the top, taken with a program on my new computer.

In other, more TMI news…
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Posted on 19th March 2010
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Coffee and Me

Ah, coffee, that wonderful warm start-of-the-day beverage. I have such a love/hate relationship with it. It has so may pros and cons.

1. I can help wake you up.
2. It can help with a sore throat.
3. The heat can help with a stuffed up head.
4. It helps with asthma problems.
5. It’s a tasty beverage, that goes particularly well with sweets.
6. It can help with mental focus.
7. A hot cup of coffee in a mug is two weapons in one. (I’ve mentioned my favorite weapon here before, yes?)

1. It can keep you awake when you would rather sleep.
2. It can make your hands very unsteady.
3. It can give you an acid belly/disagree with your system.
4. It can take a normal stress reaction and make it go through the roof. Hello panic attack.
5. It can help you focus *way too much*. Must…Finish…Project!

and the one I’d totally forgotten about until Saturday:
6. It makes me paranoid.

Yep. Did you know that everyone was ignoring me on Saturday? No? How about the fact that my co-workers are all going to be angry with me for calling in sick on Saturday and I’ll ‘get in trouble’ for doing so? Sigh. I called in sick because of the whole coughing/sneezing/runny nose/having trouble breathing problem that I drank the coffee for in the first place.

Note to self: One cup is okay. Two cups is pushing it these days. Three cups is right out. You haven’t worked graveyard shift in thirteen years, and you are getting more sensitive as you get older. Don’t be a paranoid dork. Yes. Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you, but seriously…

So drink tea instead!

Posted on 7th February 2010
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Sigh…Or Not.

(So, my friends have a shoulder cat. That’s me that she’s resting on.)

So, remember my hope that 2010 would be better than 2009?

Yeah. Not so much.

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Posted on 6th January 2010
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The Roller Coaster

So, I gather that the few of you who still pop by here have noticed that I haven’t posted much lately. Well, here’s how the last week has gone.

Welcome to my roller coaster.

Tuesday last week, after having returned home from Kauai late the night before, I went to get my pregnancy test for this go around. Then…I did stuff around the house.

Wednesday morning I called in for my results. There was a long pause and then the nurse informed me that my test had come back positive.

Me: “Are you sure?”
Her: “Yes. Your HcG level is 23. *starts to list off a bunch of don’ts that basically bounce off of my brain*”
And then I was told to get another blood test the next day. At this point I was very cautiously optimistic, but trying not to get my hopes up. Yes. This was my first positive pregnancy test in nearly six years of trying.

Thursday brought with it another blood test. This time they were testing both for HcG and Progesterone (though how they could gauge that second one when they have me taking Progesterone, I’m not sure. Whatever.)

Friday morning I called in for my new results, and was informed that my HcG level had only gone up three to 26, and it’s supposed to have at least doubled by that point. Obviously, another test was in order. My arms were not pleased with this news.

Friday night I went to see New Moon. This improved my mood considerably.

Saturday morning I went in for the next blood test, and boy howdy that was painful. Then I went to spend the weekend with friends watching Supernatural (I’m finally in Season 5!) and organizing their DVD collection. That last part should give you an idea of the state of my nerves. They were totally shot. But now Catslyn and Eideann have their movies in alphabetical order.

Monday morning, bright and early, I called in to get the results of the third test. I was told to call back at noon as the results were not in yet. So, I did what anyone else in my situation would have done. I went back to sleep. At noon (which is when I leave for work, by the way) I called in once more for the results, only to discover that my HcG levels were now going down. The nurse stated that she would talk to the doctor and get back to me. When we finally connected (after I’d spent an hour working on the Info desk and not bursting into tears) it was determined that I get to to yet another blood test when I get back from Thanksgiving vacation. They want to make sure that the levels go back to normal, apparently.

So, there you are. My week-long roller coaster. At this point I’m low on actual data, but I gather that I was pregnant for a very short time. I guess this means that It’s actually possible. The Shingles probably didn’t help things. It hasn’t completely gone away yet, by the way. At least it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Okay. Enough with the sadness. Check out this 1967 Mustang that I found.


It turns out that there is actually a classic car shop not far from me. I’m doomed.

Posted on 25th November 2009
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On Monday I went to work.

Tuesday, I took the day off. I got an IUI and discovered that I can nap in my car quite effectively. Except for the whole “dreaming that you’re driving” problem. (I dreamed that I was trying to get a stray dog to get into my car. The street was a busy one,m but he just wanted to frisk about. Weird.) It turned out to be very good that I took Tuesday off. Let’s just say that I was in a certain amount of pain and leave it at that.

Wednesday found me wondering what might possibly be giving me hives.

Thursday found me wondering why my rash was hurting and calling the advice nursed.

And today (Friday) I find that I do not have hives…

I have Shingles.

Shingles, for Heaven’s sake. When I can’t take much in the way of painkiller. (Though the Doc I saw tried to offer me some Vicodin. Ew. Can’t take that for two reasons…)

And my vacation starts on Wednesday.


I’m going to give up and go to sleep now. Night all.

Posted on 7th November 2009
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My Skull: Harder Than I Thought


Another reason to want to win the lottery: A 1967 Mercury Cougar.

Howdy folks. Remember the time that I set the kitchen on fire?


Well, I’d think that said Kitchen was out for revenge if I didn’t know that I am totally accident prone. You see, on Saturday I made pizza. (I know. I cooked. Don’t be too shocked.) And as I was taking the pizza out of the oven a couple of things happened at once. I burned my left arm on the oven door and my oven mitt stopped being oven-y enough. Ouch! No harm no foul, don’t worry.

Okay. Maybe a bit of harm, but nothing big. Just a red mark on my arm, which went really nicely with the bruise I got walking into a sticky-out bit of moulding that they have on the columns at work the other day. Don’t say that I can’t accessorize. (Also? What is with that design feature? Anyone?)

And that was it until Sunday evening, at which point I ventured into the kitchen to get a bottle of water to go with my tasty french toast. (Yes. Two days of cooking. A record?) Now, we keep our not-yet-refrigerated water in the space between the fridge and the start of the cabinets. I leaned over to grab a bottle from its spot, and in standing up managed to slam the top of my head into the pointy bit on the corner of the kitchen counter. Really hard. I must have made some really terrible noise, ’cause the next thing I knew, Koshvader was standing next to me demanding to know what was wrong. Then, of course, the phone started ringing, but we ignored it. I think I might have been too busy swearing. Not sure. Wow that hurt. But I think my low blood pressure finally came in handy for something, as I barely bled at all. And upon closer inspection, the *very* sharp corner of the counter is now slightly chipped. Ha! Skull: 1, Counter: 0. Downside? Now that it is a couple of days later, my head itches right where the cut is. Ah well. At least that means it’s healing, right?

For the record: So far this week I’ve managed to bang my knee a couple of times and had a cat leap into my lap, with claws extended. I’m going with the accident-prone thing rather than the Revenge of My Kitchen. Votes?

Posted on 21st October 2009
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And Now…a Controversial Statement.

I’m sorry, but someone had to say it.

Hot Dogs are Not food! They are a food-like substance….that smells bad.

There. I’m glad to finally get that off of my chest.

Now to lighten the mood I offer you: Back to the Future 2: Electric Boogaloo . (Obviously, this is the heart-warming story of time travel…and break dancing.)

To round off this post I offer you all some actual news: I still have teeth. The only dental work I need, as it turns out, is to fix one of my pre-existing fillings. *whew* Also? I got a new toothbrush. This is actually the metric that I use to determine if a new dentist is a “real” dentist. My new dentist has passed the test. The gold star next to the check mark on their chart is due to the dental hygienist who gave me all sorts of tooth-related information while she worked. It was like being in the middle of a documentary, and I love a good documentary.

Analysis: I’m keeping them.

Posted on 25th June 2009
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Another Me Update

So…I had an appointment today with my lead doctor at the Infertility clinic.

The good news: He’s not worried by my cyst, so we’re going to just move on to the next thing next month.

The Bad (but also good) news: The next thing is those shots in the belly. Eek!

In other news, the Universe seems to be telling me to wear skirts more often. I am having no luck with the hunting for new pants thing. I’ve been wanting to buy some girl jeans (normally I just wear 501s. Hey. They fit.) but I just can’t seem to find a pair that please me. On the other hand, I saw all kinds of pretty skirts (like this one and this one) during my shopping trip. For the record, this skirt obsession is not a new thing. And yes. I wore a skirt to work today.

Oh! And if you wish to look at more pics of Koshvader’s jewelry, go here.

Posted on 1st June 2009
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