And I kind of feel like having an f2f in ita's ER so to talk some sense into her doctors and nurses. By any means necessary.
I like this. Kind of like when I had my third seizure in the ER, after I collapsed on the bus (second seizure) and I had about 10 of my friends standing around me when it happened (plus a doctor and a nurse--nothing like having a lot of witnesses to something you can't remember yourself. At least I know it really happened. Also, many of my future caretakers got to see The Real Thing up close early on.) The ER doc pumped me full of 800 mg of IV Dilantin, and wanted me to stay overnight, but I mumbled something about how I didn't want to (because I had just spent the night in the Neurosciences Hosp. the week before getting a C-T scan and an MRI and and EEG because I had had my first seizure and a concussion) and the doctor was insisting, and I was too out of it to fight it, and my friend Jennifer (who is fiercely intimidating pretty much all the time) got up in his face and said, "She doesn't WANT TO. We've GOT THIS."
They got me out of there, got my prescriptions filled, got me called in sick to work for the next two days, took shifts watching me, got me hooked up with a local neurologist, took care of my dog, and got shit done. Which is good, because I have almost no memory of those first 48 hours.
Point is, an army of Buffistas might not go amiss. And I might bring Jennifer along. She's one of my friend Gabe's healthcare powers of attorney, even though they live three time zones away, because she's just. That. Good.
Oh, and smonster, reading first Hunger Games right now. Soon, we'll be able to discuss! And trade. And discuss some more.
Ooh! The hive looks great! The paint is lovely, and there are bees! In your hive!
I just got a good look at our nesting Says Phoebe, and she's definitely not the same bird as last year. So I'm pretty convinced that the mom from last year died, and this is one of her offspring. It's amazing to me how fearless this one is. She flew from the woodpile to the speaker, and she could see me, but she knows who I am, so she just looked at me. And after a minute, she dropped down into the nest to feed the chickies. I'll see if I can get a good photo of her sometime soon.
The promo my PBS station is running about a special on bears has the tagline "Find out what bears really do in the woods."
At least airing on PBS you know it wasn't sponsored by Charmin...
"Find out what bears really do in the woods."
besides shit, I presume?
And I can vouch for the awesome (old sense) powers of Jennifer.
amyth! Are you at home? How far into it are you?
Thanks guys. I wish I could work out the magical way to communicate with medical professionals.
I just caught sight of myself in a glass door, and man, I look tired. I feel like I'm depressing people.
Still no appetite, but I'm on my second smoothie of the day.
I am at home. I'm only a few pages in. I got sidetracked by tragic murder story. (Sister of S. we used to go to church with. Did you hear? So sad!) Also, tumblr. Also, laundry and phone calls. But I'll probably get through it by tomorrow night.
Timelies all!
Back from Fairy Fest. It didn't rain, so that was good. Going back tomorrow, early. (Clam Chowder is on at 10:30 am. meh.)
Geez. I start to take a bath and suddenly firemen are banging on my door. That was alarming.
