Doxie Proxy

Oooh. I like.

These folks have a great sound. I like!

This is “Can You Tell” by Ra Ra Riot from The Rhumb Line.
Directed by Taryn Gould and Emily Kowalczyk

Also, I rec’d the latest Black Dagger Brotherhood book today. *squee*

SVT, et al

Let me get the whining over with. First, the negatives:

I feel pretty awful today. I’m doing somewhat better now, but for last few hours, I’ve had severe heart flutters. I took a PRN med, and it has apparently taken effect (after an hour). I was seriously considering going home. It wasn’t technically SVT, but it felt like A-flutter from hell. It feels like you’re laying on the ground and someone has their boot on your throat. It’s terribly uncomfortable, and it feels like I’m short of breath, though I can feel and hear myself breathing normally. Very odd. Very awful. My heart doc says this condition can be very uncomfortable, but it’s not life-threatening. He has it, too, and we both think it just plain sucks.

I accomplished almost nothing this weekend. I barely washed clothes, cleaned and dusted about half of what I’d planned on doing, and basically laid around like 9 pounds of homemade sin-on-a-stick. I played WoW for a ridiculous amount of hours on Sunday, to the point where I started the Noblegarden quests that morning, and had my meta-achievement that afternoon.

My guild has a new leadership, and I don’t know how I feel about that. We had 2 women leaders before, and now they’ve handed it off to one guy. He’s making a lot of changes, and I just don’t see anyone being asked what they think. We had a pretty decent adult-language rule, and it’s being relaxed. I don’t agree with this at all, but I’m a peon, and have little say. I pretty well like it that way, too.

Work’s beginning to bother me. All I know to do about it right now is to pray, so I will.

Small, shining moments.

Tonight, I stood in front of Renoir’s La Parisienne, and was entranced.

(Good grief. I typed “Renoit”, and didn’t notice it for months. Sheesh.)

Tags: art, Monet

Magnificent.

This is truly inspiring. Just…..lovely. I don’t have the words to express how great I think this lady is.

Susan Boyle

Beginnings and Endings.

I have a birthday this week.

I’m really not ready to do that.

Getting older just plain sucks, and I’m only in my 30’s. No matter if you’re fit or fat, things still start to creak, and I hate it.

On a positive note, Abigail is doing wonderfully. We’re titrating her meds again, this time starting with the prednisone. It’s been around three weeks, and so far I don’t see any ataxia. Her back right leg is always a tad wobbly, but we’re thinking that may be due to long-term steroids, because it can weaken the ligaments. My sweetheart still has a shaved rectangle on her lower back (due to the latest myelogram), but it looks like it’ll grow in with her summer coat. She’s still as sweet and dorky as ever, and I wouldn’t trade a minute with her. How wonderful to have a creature who’s always ecstatic to see you. Too bad people can’t wag their tails. (Insert Chris Walken comment.)

Someone I was once close to died right before Thanksgiving, and I still have a hard time with that. She suffered for a long time, and it was truly unfair. She was smart and had the most hilarious and dry sense of humor. She’d go from a straight face to absolutely cracking up, and she laughed with her whole heart. For reasons that are private, but completely my fault, our friendship took a turn several years ago, and we were never close after that. I screwed up, I apologized, and we talked it out, but it was never the same afterwards. I regret that so much.

I’m so sorry, Crystal. I’ll always grin when I think of you in what we joking referred to as the “gay unibomber” (or is it unabomber?) jacket (it was a pink hoodie), cracking up while we made jokes about “the voice.” I miss you, honey. We all do.

All is better on the neuro front, with the exception of the tingling in my hands. I have a follow-up with the neuro doc (my hero) next week, and we’ll go from there. I’m so very angry at the doctors I saw while trying to get answers. I realize everyone in the world has had a headache from time to time, but when I tell you my pain is off the charts, I miss work for 2 weeks, I’m blind in one eye and I have balance issues while walking, don’t jab me with a small dose of Demerol and send me on my way! When I tell you that the narcotics are NOT working, damn it, don’t blow me off and order more of the same! I realize you think everyone out there is a drug-seeker, but by God, there are patients who are legitimate in their complaints of incredible pain, and I was one of them. The neuro fellow says I should have been hospitalized. Go figure!

Dear, sweet Lord, please don’t ever, ever make me have to go through that again. Please.

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