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TICK TOCK

People I Shouldn't Be Able to Play With

The other day I threatened to throw a handful of pennies into the ceiling fan that was on...She's a little more sedate though

sweet?

what are they going do, bring me a cake?

And today, i just don't give shit.

The best part was asking for the papers to release myself against medical advice. Only the the Dr's had released me already! The nurse had the clip board ready for my signature, 5 hours earlier. Fucker.

My original room was in a different ward that they had closed sometime while I was floating on morphine to a SHARED ROOM with 1 TV and a crack ho in the other bed. Thankfully Mom walked in and Honey followed five mins later. Mom was appalled, Honey was furious. The third iv infiltrated my right hand. I told them it was going blow....it looked like a latex glove filled air and then some. and i couldn't stop crying. So to prevent me from being a TTQ they kept me drugged, thank god I took my jewelry off and gave it to mom. I also was crying and said No DNR. I GIVE. I GIVE FUCKING UP.

xoxoxo
TTQ

Oh no he didn't

He increased the one of psych drugs that are suppose to help me NOT HAVING as many anxiety attacks. It did the exact opposite. Add that to high ammonia levels. Real freaking fun train as any train at Disney world.

Now I have been able to listen and type again YaY!

Now lets hope the new transplant medicine jive with the bucket of pills I take daily.

I would try to type and I couldn't finish a sentance or how to spell.... And that pissed me off, because I knew I could spell but weird words were popping out and onto the blog. So I gave it a rest on blogging.

It's the Little Things

Some how while I was in the bath or watching House, Honey slipped away and picked a handful of Gardenias. It smells wonderful in here, I thought maybe it was a Yankee Candle, I dropped and broke the glass last night. Just a pretty bowl of gardenias was sitting next to my monitor.

I've been nesting and really cleaned out our office, and bought new desks, lamps, art, curtains and bookcases. It was a project that I have been working on for a week or two.

Good news on the transplant list, I'm doing better now than I was last years evaluation. The bad part is where the body tries to compensate for the failing organ. For which the gave me a script, I dropped it off at CVS. A few hours later, the pharmacy called the new script was going to be over $1,000 per month, or use my insurance and pay $500. Nothing could be done over the weekend, so today I spent the time on the phone with with CVS , they have the drugs and under my insurance I pay $50 for name brand, or $8.00 by using the mail order and a 90 day supply. Hook me up baby $1000 to $50.00

Pop! Just like a bottle of Champange!

Which one of these girls is me?

What's the Harm in Breaking out in Song and Dance?

Well Oh Yee Haw

My doberman has stink breath, it doesn't help that his head is level with my head when I sit in my 'puter chair. He keeps trying to get a kiss on the lips or his nose. I wonder if Honey would notice if I used his toothbrush to brush Zeus's teeth. He shares his Popsicles with Fletch and Zeus. Babyfred being the delicate and graceful cat she is, gives kisses only on command, that's my baby!

I'm freezing, would it be silly to heat the entire house by turning the heat on? Honey would just turn the a/c on when he gets home. Then after his shower and before my bath I turn the whole thing off. (it's 72 outside and 73.9 inside)

It's a paperwork day which means I don't really tidy up on those days, however I feel guilty today because I got done at 12:00, except for refiling the stuff I pulled from the files. IRS lady was pretty cool, didn't get anywhere but all the same. The other people at various offices were annoyed, but helpful in the end.

I could go get my bloodwork done but I've already downed enough caffeine to win a horse race.

Actually, I'm really sort of bored. I shopped all day yesterday

Zeus wants to eat NOW! Fletch and Babyfred are in their office beds pretending to sleep, which means Fletch isn't ready to eat. Baby gets a kibbles dish kept full, her treats come when Honey gets home. He feeds her real people tuna AND canned food. Oh and kitty treats. How in the hell does she stay so tiny?

Great, now one of them has gas. The office is too small for that kinda stuff.

Mom left her computer on and her cats are walking all over her desk, keyboard and mouse. She keeps going idle, then she's back, then she's idle..

Take No Prisioners

You have to feed them and all that crap, if I wanted that type of situation I would have just had a baby. I'm feeling pretty hostile today, which is odd for me, Temper Tantrums are par for the course. But downright smoldering and hostile not good. Everybody Buckle Up it's going to be a very rough landing. Or don't what do I care if you bonk your head on the ceiling or fly over the banister, trip down a flight of stairs....

Tick Tock And It Don't Stop

TTQ completed the quiz "Which crazy bitch are you?" with the result Sylvia Plath.
You are one intense bitch. You are almost abnormally introspective but this is where your abundant creativity flows from. You love handsome, brilliant, creative genius types but you pay the price when their egos and lustful ways cause them to betray you. You are a very intelligent, classy lady with a black streak and can be very emotional at times. You do have a bit of a morbid side but your words often lead you to be misunderstood as a dark figure but that is just how you protect your soft mushy insides

Way down the lane away, living for another day

The aphids swarm up in the drifting haze

Swim seagull in the sky towards that hollow western isle

My envied lady holds you fast in her gaze

Sing Blue Silver

Fierce honeys sweet as marmalade courtesians

Have You? Kiss & Tell !

Do you like the way ....Grrrrr

*sigh*

Stolen Goods

I stole this from Andie. I had nothing of my own. So, why not!!! Go visit her blog she is always doing something IRL. Seriously, I don't know how she does it, so I live vicariously through her.

Andie at Sweet. Southern.Spirited



1.Your rock star name (first pet, current car) - Sugar Explorer

2.Your gangsta name (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe) - Vanilla Boots

3.Your Native American name (favorite color, favorite animal) - Black Cat

4.Your soap opera name (middle name, city where you were born) - Lee Chester

5.Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite drink) - Pink Rockstar

6.NASCAR name (the first names of your grandfathers) - Paul Clueless

7.Dancer name (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)- Beautiful Truffle

8.TV weather anchor name (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter) -

Polyester (which I would change to Polly) Philadelphia (I can't recall the teachers name only that she was old and wore polyester pantsuits)

19.Spy name (your favorite season/holiday, flower) - Winter Roses

10.Cartoon name:(favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now) - Pineapple Panties

11.Hippie name (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree) - Nothing Frangiponi

12.Movie star name (first pet, first street where you lived) - Sugar Atlantic

13. Witness Protection Name (Mother and Father's middle names)- Louise Roach


so what are yours?

Let's Talk about Sex Baby, Lets Talk About You & Me

I Never Did Get Into Yale

Most of my teens and 20's I was pretty much a party girl.. My two sisters worked hard to earn their educations. One even excelled into an Ivy League, the other got hers while she worked to earn her own on her own two feet. I'm amazed I can even spell. The point is, my acceptance letter that I received today was very much akin to get into the college of your dreams

Going through the daily mail dumped onto my desk was a letter. At first glance it almost got tossed into the medical issue pile. The Transplant Center works quickly, it was a welcome to and we are pleased to have you as a patient now take this bloodwork order and get started. Be here 30 mins ahead of time and bring us your parking ticket for validation. Good thing I didn't toss it into the pile because I didn't really want to deal with anything else today. But I'm glad I did.

I think a Space Shuttle just went up. The windows were rattling and you can almost feel air being sucked up by the shuttle. If it were coming home it would be a loud bang and never fails to spook me because I really don't pay much attention any more. One boom came when I was at a red light. I swear to god I thought a car exploded, it was too loud to be a back fire. Another time I was in the bathtub home alone....

Bring On The Salt Mines

Mom is doing better, she went back to work. she gets bored when she isn't working. Honey went back to work and everything looks good now. Me, no GI will take me on as a patient anymore, so it's back to the transplant center. I went there get on the list (in 2007 or 2006) but continued with my regular GI , GP and a few others sprinkled in there. So they do have my file and I have most of 2008 & 2009. The tricky part? Getting to the Transplant Center (which is in Orlando) when we have an emergency. Right now the hospital we end up going too is between my house and Mom's help. A whole whopping 2 miles to either Mom's or Mine. Honey is wanting to baby me more. I know he means well, but give me the little dignity and some room to chill. I am capable of drawing my own bubble baths and making my dinner. I hurt everyday, but I can and need to do some things myself. If I go shopping on my own, he calls a gazillion times. I should be feeling like the luckiest girl in the world, but I am kinda going through the stages of grief

Right now I'm ready to go get some serious retail shopping. It's that or getting my hair cut off and colored some different. Which to me is much scary than the medical stull.

Cyd- If you are stll in China, you know what I want you to bring back. I know it's not Japan, but they may have some cool HK Sanrio stuff. Oh and maybe a knock off Chanel . Big Black with the white double C's (For long days to Orlando). And a baby one too for everyday. I promise not to cry for at least a week, maybe more.