Answers (Finally)

I met with Dr. Yup-Yup on Tuesday afternoon. The appointment began with standard rounds of 'How are you?' and 'Let's check your pulse. Why can't I find your pulse??!!' It ended on a very high note indeed.

The following is a (reduced) transcript of our talk:

Y-Y: So, how does the medicine seem to be working for you?

R: Well, it was fine until about a month ago. Now I'm exhausted all the time and just want to sleep.

Y-Y: Have you been sick?

R: I don't take my shot when I'm flu-sick. This is different. I ache all of the time. I have upped my intake of Lodine from rare to 2x/day. The last time I took my shot I had full body chills for an hour and had to go straight to bed.

Y-Y: Hmmm. Let's see.

He looked perplexed, then took a cursory glance at my file.

Y-Y: Your labs were perfect, so the medicine is not depleting your kidneys or liver...

[still reading]

Y-Y: Your overall panels are top-notch. This is strange. Let's see...

[still reading]

Y-Y: Oh! Wow!

R: What?

Y-Y: Renn! I know what's going on!

R: What?

Y-Y: Renn, you have lost a significant amount of weight since I last saw you in January.

R: And?

Y-Y: Your body has to re-adjust to your medication! It's as though you are starting from scratch! Way to go!

R: Thanks?

Y-Y: Remember when you began taking Humira?

R: Yes.

Y-Y: It took a few months to adjust to your medication, correct?

R: Yes.

Y-Y: You should be okay within a couple of weeks, then. Keep an eye on it, and call if it gets worse or lasts longer than a month.

So there you have it.

I am definitely Not Dead Yet.

I am simply pressing Reset.

HO-LEEE CRAP!

If you are preparing to physically alter your own body, am I the one you'd seek for advice?

Rich may not have sought me out, but he listened to my opinion.

And then he followed through.

I am, quite frankly, speechless.

Suck it up, people. It doesn't happen often.

Living in Denial

Today, that nasty place known as Destrukto does not exist in my life.

Today, worries over a potential $50K error (*in my department) will fall away.

Today, I will not obsess about what may happen Monday morning when I walk through that office door.

Why?

Today is baking day at La Casa.

We shall be baking cakes, brownies, cookies...

Maybe even bread.

Then we shall wander out back to my Above Ground Garden - and check on my pepper, squash, basil and tomato plants.

I shall not worry about tomorrow, as tomorrow will take care of itself.

I may, however, need to worry about where to put all of the stuff we're making here.

The Only Thing Better...

...than a relaxing day off?

Watching your 30 something, over-six feet, over two hundred pound, non-dancing husband...

...Two steppin' and jivin' against your seven year old...

on Wii's Dance Dance Revolution...

...to RAP MUSIC.


***SWOON***

Some Girls like Diamonds...

...And some like Crosses and Skulls.

Behold: My FRIDAY SHOES!

[YEP. I wear 'em to WORK...]

Revenge Shall be MINE

I never should have told him my plans. Never, ever, EVER.

My goal, once I figured out the blasphemy known as the Crap-berry, was to program/create a spoken word ring tone on Chachi's phone. It was to be specific to my phone numbers only.

Initially, I wanted to simply yell "Yo! Chachi!", "Hey, Eddie Munster! Get a haircut!", "You're Sooo Pretty!" or "STOP CALLING ME STIFLER'S MOM!"

I thought it was funny.

However, Chachi spends a great deal of his time at CHURCH, and references to a Middle Aged Adulteress that cavorts with teenage boys? Probably not such a great idea. I told him about it instead.

My greatest error? Forgetting that I had told him, and then getting sick.

Sick enough to render myself unconscious for a 15 1/2 hour period. Sick enough to leave my Crap-berry on the kitchen table, forgotten, before I passed out. Sick enough not to check my Crap-berry settings (like I know how) before leaving for work this morning.

Fast forward to 2 pm today. I was sitting at my desk, mindlessly reviewing my favorite Override Report, when I heard something. I couldn't quite make out the words, but I knew the voice.

It was CHACHI, and the sound was coming from my desk.

I opened the drawer slowly, and clearly heard Chachi clear his throat, sigh, and say the following:

"...I'm not saying it's you..."

One of these days, I will understand how this programming thing works.

And when I do? Beware, Chachi.

Stifler's Mom may visit you, after all.

Interlude

Drained...and DRAINED

The bloodletting occurred without a hitch.

A vein was found, stuck and drained within minutes.

The entire encounter lasted under 20 minutes start to finish.

I did not pass out.

I am, however, exhausted.

I'm going back to bed.

Out, OUT, &^%!@ Spot!

Okay, so this post is a little early.

The bloodletting is tomorrow morning, weather permitting.

Here's hoping that sheets of rain hold off until after 10 am - and that I don't pass out during the process.

[I am NOT a fan of needles.]

My veins may or may not decide to play along. They like to hide during such procedures, and have been deemed 'uncooperative'.

Like THAT'S a surprise.

You'd think, as white as I am, that this 'vein hiding' would be impossible.

Apparently not.

I'm thinking that 3 or 4 cups of high test Yuban will set things in motion...

Just a Glimpse...

The following Mosaic idea was shamelessly stolen (OK, acquired) from Wordnerd:

The photos answer the following questions:

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you attend?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. What is your favorite drink?
7. Where would you go on your dream vacation?
8. What is your favorite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. Choose one word to describe you.
12. Your Flickr name

How you do it: Go to flickr and sign in. Then simply type your answers (to the questions noted above) into the search icon. Create a mosaic with the answers and post to YOUR blog! Be sure to let us all know when you have done this! We'd love to see your answers!