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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
<p>I'm sitting at the transplant center waiting for my cytogam infusion. Which means sitting on my ass for four hours while meds slowly drip into my veins. My donor, at one time, came in contact with a herpes type virus that lies dormant in their organs. I knew the risks and signed off on taking a possibly infected kidney. The doctors informed me that 8 cytogam infusions would help my body not contract the possible virus (a type of herpes). Today's infusion is number seven, the eighth and final is scheduled for a month from now.
Infusion appointments are long and slow. To complicate matters, i was late to the appointment by 10 minutes, and since the cytogam is made to order here at the hospital I have to always wait up to and hour if I'm late by five or ten minutes.
So here i sit waiting for my meds to arrive.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
I survived Irene. Was asleep by 1:00/1:30! The 3 espressos i had at 4:00 yesterday did nothing!
The power that was Irene was quite impressive. Would love to experience something like that again, however, my home would not like to experience that again. Too stressful for all involved.
Thanks for tuning in.
Wind and rain.. Irene not playing around.
Kinda crazy and nerve racking.
Can't stare out window any longer, as the trees are to big and the destruction they could cause freaks me out
Every few minutes the lights flicker, but we haven't lost power yet FINGERS CROSSED KNOCK ON WOOD
Its inevitable though.!
Not gonna sleep tonight.
Hopefully the house is still here tomorrow and not blown out to sea.
Will have more updates
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Gentle rain and small bursts on wind.
I'm taking a break from putting together a grill in the shed to watch Liverpool destroy Bolton (fingers crossed)
Uh oh, the wife had close the window a bit. Why? Water starting to come in.
BLTs for lunch, yum!
Friday, August 26, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Rumor control: The Washington Monument is NOT leaning, (thank you Pittsburgh's Fox affiliate for starting that rumor)
There has already been an aftershock: http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/recenteqsus/Quakes/se082311b.php
Damn!! What is this Damage???
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
The admiral likes to play dress up.
Also Codmothers in DC on U Street are ok with open drug use at the bar as long as you share with the barkeeper. However, girls, please pile into the 2x2 bathroom for coke up the nose. Oh yeah, and if you are underage Codmothers in DC on U Street will serve you. They don't care even if You have giant X's on your hand.
Codmothers, look for the painting of Admiral Akbar in drag, my Star Wars friends.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Who's the guy in the background?
He's bad for football,Bad for La Liga but definitely Good for Barcelona!
With regards to the Saddam lookalike, I was able to find him through history.
At Reagan's shooting
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Who doesnt love a corn dog on a stick...
I remember, in my youth, going to Marriott's Great America to ride the demon and tidalwave and eat food from a stick! Chocolate covered frozen bananas-on-a-stick and CornDogs-on-a-stick.
Is eating corndogs now the equivalent of politicians kissing babies?
Must a politician eat a corndog in Iowa to get elected?
Or Just something phallic?
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
On June 7, 2011 my wife gave me her kidney in order that I can survive, keep living, live a close to normal life.... IT WAS THE GREATEST GIFT I HAVE EVER RECIEVED... AND AM INDEBTED TO HER FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE... i will eventually go into more detail on this blog, regarding this event, in the future (after I have gathered my thoughts)... but for now i want to discuss the aftermath or one part of the aftermath:
or Moobs if you are so inclined.
See, in order that my body doesn't reject the new kidney, that is now inside me, I am given large quantities of drugs, medications or pills. I average about 40 pills a day. All different kinds of pills.
It's successful in that i have limited side effects to the pills that I ingest.
However, there is one side effect that i have not been able to get away from....The Man Boob phenomena. I believe i have gained these training bra sized lumps from the steroid prednisone.
I take my shirt off in the front of the mirror and think to myself "who is that pubescent little girl standing in front of me, OHHHH it is none other than myself"
I find myself jiggling top side as I walk the halls of my office... i bounce as I take the stairs to my basement... and i protrude through a shirt, that just a few weeks ago was fitting nicely.
Now that I have had the stent removed (another good story for later) and have the ok from my doctors and nurses at the Hume-Lee Transplant Clinic, I have taken on a more ACTIVE exercise regiment.
Power Walking & Some Running for no less than 30 minutes a day. This WILL be increased to 45 minutes over the next few days with bicycling and swimming added.
I am hoping with the removal of the prednisone ( i started taking 5 pills a day after surgery, now down to 2 pills a day) from my pill regiment and the addition of more ACTIVE exercising, i will not only lose the 15 pounds my doctor wants i will reduce the size of my man lumps.
PS: if someone knows of a nice, cheap, clean & year round pool please contact me.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Never should leggings EVER ever EVEr be considered as pants.
No one should have to be subjected, especially in the workplace, to you in leggings. We honestly do not want to have look at the unflattering bulges, dimples and pock marks that can clearly be seen underneath your 'painted' body covering.
They aren't pants, never were pants and never will be pants PERIOD
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
1117, the long time home to Mighty and the Ginger ( who is no longer a Ginger, for several years now) can no longer be considered our cave.
As of July 18th, 2011, we can now be considered part of the sect of home owners. No longer are we foolishly handing cash ($120,000 at last count) to another homeowner in order to conduct our top secret experiments in urban living.
We decided to pack up and move to the 'country.' Nights are filled with the sounds of tree frogs and chicadas battling it out for the top spot at Top of the Pops.
We have gone country peoples: with rain barrels, compost piles, a screened in porch and basement crickets. Large (very) basement crickets sing us to sleep each evening. Each morning we discover the carcasses of dead crickets, half consumed by our companions in crime: Gus and Camille our faithful and deadly, and armed with laser eyes, CATs.
Honestly, our country consists of three blocks across the DC line in great county of Prince George's. Our fair little 'city' full of the blue collared, hippie fetishizers, dabblers in the arts & art professionals. While we might only be 3 blocks from our former municipality, it is a world away with a fiercely outside the beltway mentality (who cares if we're 3 miles inside the beltway, HA!!)
Anyway... that's what's new... among other things... which I WILL get to eventually. So please keep checking back and let me know what's up and what you are thinking.
Bye for now.