Since when is shoplifting a pack of cigarillos a capitol offense?
Since when is shoplifting a pack of cigarillos a capitol offense?
I voted for Capuano in the 2010 Senate primary.
Title: A Suitable Commemoration, II
Challenge: Chocolate Frogs
Word Count: 100
Dear Sir or Madam:
I am in receipt of your proposed text for my Chocolate Frog card. I have read and reviewed it, and enclose my proposed changes. These are minor, although I have advised my solicitors that the lines about my “unrequited pining” for Lily
Evans Potter are not acceptable in any way, shape, or form. I trust these will be replaced with something more tasteful, and accurate.
I do have one question: where is the artwork? I seem to recall that several photographs of me, none particularly flattering, were published during the climax of the late unpleasantness....</i>
So...a lot has happened, as you might expect:
- Got an actual editing job, that is paying me actual cash money, for an upcoming supplement for a game. So far it's going well, and the author is pleased. I'm pretty psyched, since this is the first time I've made serious money writing.
- Sold a short story to Circlet Press over the summer, and one from a previous anthology appeared on their Erotica Advent Calendar in early December.
- Roomie had some health issues and ended up in the hospital for over a week. Her treatment was, to say the least, not nearly as good as what I got at a different hospital, and I'm urging her to write a letter of complaint.
- Got a very nice profit sharing bonus, which allowed me to pay off a couple of my medical bills from last summer.
- Had a bat get into the house in late September. Fortunately the cops came and got it out, but because Gil went after it I had to quarantine the little !#!$@!#$! for six weeks. Not fun AT ALL, but fortunately no harm done.
- Speaking of Gil the Wonder Cat, he's grown a *mane* (really) and is developing some truly magnificent fluff on his hindquarters, throat, and underside. He's incredibly silky, incredibly silly, and I adore him.
- Lost a ring with huge sentimental value while pumping gas...and showing that God (or St. Anthony, patron of lost causes) actually does keep an eye on fools like me, some kind and generous soul found it and turned it in at the cash register. Thank you, whatever power brought this gift from my mother home where it belongs.
- And just tonight, someone at a local laundromat either stole or accidentally walked off with an entire load of my laundry, including my bathrobe ( :( ), several old pairs of underwear (meh), a sweater I'd recently found and resurrected for wear ( :( ), most of my towels, and my favorite t-shirt (*wails*). I called the cops and am filing a police report so I can notify my insurance agent to see if I can get any compensation, then headed over to Target to replace my underwear (which needed it anyway), socks (ditto), and towels (ditto ditto). And much to my shock, I found a t-shirt identical to the lost one at the local Salvation Army!
Of course this means I'm still out a bathrobe, which is upsetting because I loved it, and it was a gift from a dear friend. If St. Anthony (or whomever) is listening, I would be humbly grateful if my possessions found their way home somehow...but I will take what I can get.
So - that's the last few months. What about you, my friends? Bueller? Bueller?
I adopted him thirteen years ago, when my marriage had just broken up. Barbara Gardner found him for me and said "he needs a home, you need something to make you laugh." And he did, through that lonely winter, and then through the rough times that happened. He slept beside me, purred when I petted him, and was as good a friend as anyone could wish.
His real name was Hunter Moon, sometimes called Baby Boo or Baby Blue Eyes. On-line, I called him Malfoy-the-cat. Today he lost his fight with kidney failure, thirteen years, one month, and three days after he came into this world.
I still have Gil and Diamond, and I'm going to hug them extra hard tonight. But I will be thinking of my little flamepoint friend.
Good night, Hunter, and sleep well. May you and Arrow and Siren meet over the Rainbow Bridge, and may your time there be full of sunshine, slow fat mice, and play for all eternity.
I love you.
It's been a very interesting couple of weeks, to say the least.
Let me preface this by saying that I have been prone to back spasms for years. They started when I was in my twenties, usually happened during or just before my period, and could be handled by having my back cracked, a hot bath, and plenty of ibuprofren. Most were in my lower back, but sometimes it would be my shoulders. I didn't like them, but they were part of life.
A couple of months ago I started getting different back spasms. These weren't the usual hot, tight, cramping pain of a period-related back spasm. These usually centered just my right shoulder blade, where my bra hits, and were hideous, solid bands of agony. Painkillers didn't touch them, they seemed to have no relation to what was left of my monthly cycle, and a hot bath only helped to a certain extent. The first one, which started just after midnight, was so bad it woke me up, and left me literally sobbing in the bathtub, half-convinced I was having a heart attack.
It passed, I felt fine, and like an ass I figured it was just a muscle spasm and went on my merry way.
Well. Two Fridays ago I had lunch (an Amy's Southwestern burrito), and within minutes of finishing the pain started. I immediately removed my bra, took four ibuprofen, and tried lying down in the supply room at the office. Nothing much helped, and by the time I was ready to leave I was in a serious amount of pain. I was due at a friend's house to watch movies, and since she's an EMT and her mother's a retired nurse, I told them about the pain. They gave me a wonderful liniment that helped, Tracy noticed a knotted muscle just under my right shoulder blade, and between that and a massaging chair, I felt a lot better by the time I left.
The next day the pain was back, only worse. And worse. And worse. By Saturday afternoon I was writhing on the kitchen floor, howling in agony and praying for relief. I finally called my doctor, who told me to head to the ER because it sounded like kidney stones. I went to the local hospital, was given a shot of morphine and a CT scan, and told there was no kidney stone, it was probably just a muscle spasm, and sent on my way.
I slept most of Sunday.
Monday I went to work, still a bit achy and tired, and was fine...until I went to the bathroom and saw that my eyes had turned yellow.
I immediately went to my doctor's urgent care. They saw me immediately, took blood and urine samples, and told me a) I had been having a gallstone attack, and b) I was off work for the next two days, no arguments. They also scheduled an ultrasound for the next day and told me to come back on Wednesday for more bloodwork. The ultrasound showed that yes, I'd had a gallstone pass, and yes, there were still stones in my gallbladder, and when the Wednesday bloodwork showed that my pancreas was now involved, I was ordered to the ER at our regional medical center and told that I was to stay until admitted, no arguments.
I griped, but didn't argue. This is why I'm sitting here writing this, not in the ICU or possibly dead.
Friends, I had a condition called gallbladder pancreatitis. This condition results when a gallstone blocks the duct emptying from the liver, stomach, and pancreas, and the pancreas reacts by going into overdrive and producing about 1000x as many enzymes as it needs to. This is a serious, serious condition, and the only treatment is immediate removal of the gallbladder after the pancreatic enzymes are back in the normal range. In my case it took a day in the ER on an IV line, no food or drink by mouth at all, before this happened.
So. I had my gallbladder out on Friday, spent Friday night and all of Saturday in the hospital, and was discharged after more tests and a clean set of labs on Sunday morning. I'm now on a no-fat diet, low fat foods to be reintroduced gradually over the next couple of weeks, with my current diet based primarily on lean meats, fish, grains, fruits, and vegetables. Red meat will become a rare treat, ditto pizza. I *may* be allowed to go back to whole milk cheeses in small quantities, but not immediately. Junk food is out, permanently, unless there is absolutely no alternative (at a convention or on the road and there's nothing but a McDonald's for the next ten miles...and then, have the salad). My life and my eating have been forcibly changed, and it will probably add years to my life because I'll no longer have the luxury of eating processed, fatty crap.
I ducked a bullet here, boys and girls. I really did. Still trying to decide if I should take action against the local hospital that didn't notice the gallstones on the CT scan (or inform me that I was born with one kidney, which I was completely unaware of), but that's something to be discussed with my surgeon when I speak to him on the 17th. For right now I'm home, recovering, and grateful beyond words that my urgent care doctor refused to accept my insistence that I felt fine and trusted the blood tests to tell her what was going on.
I'm alive. I'm not going to waste that.
Thanks for listening.
It's a beautiful day in Massachusetts, with plenty of sunlight, and I hope it's equally lovely where you are. Enjoy!
My mammogram today came back clean, so no further testing is necessary. Thanks to everyone who sent messages of love and support - I really appreciate it!
Had mammogram yesterday.
Got call from doctor today.
"Thickened area" on one of the views.
Going in for second mammogram on Monday.
The sky is the deep, shimmering blue that only comes in spring and fall, and the air smells sweet and fresh. The Empire State Building is visible from the window, and -
Oh, did I mention I was in New York this weekend? And that I auditioned to be on Jeopardy! And then spent hours tromping around the Museum of Natural History, and Penn Station, and saw my college roommate, and am staying with a friend on East 35th before we go to a street fair and head over to the Village later today?
Seriously…as much as I love the Pioneer Valley, and my quiet life there, there are times when I need to visit the Queen of Cities. And this is one of them.