Just got a call from my Doc’s office — results of the blood count are “normal”; verdict still out on the WNV.
Not sure what a “normal” blood count is. Probably somewhere around 5 or 6.
Just got a call from my Doc’s office — results of the blood count are “normal”; verdict still out on the WNV.
Not sure what a “normal” blood count is. Probably somewhere around 5 or 6.
Yesterday to the doc about the neck. Doesn’t think it’s West Nile, but we took blood for that and a blood count (and maybe a little TSH checkup? didn’t ask) to see what kinda virus it is.
Dad thinks it’s ergonomics — and judging by the way I’m sitting in this chair as I write this…. he might not be far off. Oy. Sit up, ya bastard.
Anyway — now my right ear is drumming everytime I yawn. Something to do with this morning’s dose of ear drops, undoubtedly….oh, whatever.
JOOSUS LOOOVES YOOOU
Black Leaders Angered by Scene Say ‘Barbershop’ Needs a Trim — I was going to say that it was ridiculous that the same people who are saying that there need to be more African Americans involved in TV and film are the same people threatening to boycott an African American movie…..
…but this article already does.
WebMD – West Nile Question and Answers: It is important to remember that less than 1% of mosquitoes carry the West Nile virus. In rare cases where a bug bite leads to infection, that person may experience mild symptoms such as fever, headache and body aches, occasionally coupled with a skin rash and/or swollen lymph glands. More severe infections may be marked by headache, high fever, neck stiffness, stupor, disorientation, coma, tremors, convulsions, muscle weakness, paralysis and rarely, death.
The incubation period in humans (the time it takes between getting infected and developing symptoms) is usually between three and 15 days.
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I’m not usually one given to paranoia and hypochondira, but I’ve got to tell you, all the signs are pointing towards me having this fucking west nile virus. My neck has been hurting like a bitch the past few days, headaches every day…. I’m always in a freaking stupor…. Tremors? Well, duh.
So, alright, this isn’t going to happen this year. But wait till next year, kids. The lineup of Sosa/McGriff/Alou is going to hit on all cylinders, all the pitching will be back and healthy and whatnot, and the youngsters that broke in this year will be primed next season.
Plus, the world tension is continuing to mount, thanks to our moron of a president.
Which reminds me: last night on Daily Show (actually a rerun from Sept 18,2002) they showed a clip of Bush speaking:
“There’s an old…saying in Tennessee…I know it’s in Texas, probably in Tennessee that says Fool me once…(3 second pause)… Shame on…(4 second pause)…Shame on you….(6 second pause)…Fool me…Can’t get fooled again.”
Brilliant.
Banging radiatior doesn’t wake me up — but J does. Can’t believe I slept through that. When I first moved in, it drove me nuts. Always thought it was something in the basement that I was just overhearing but apparently, it’s something that can be fixed.
The question is: will it? I suppose I’ll find out at 4 AM….
Too early for radiators to be on anyway.
Found, unsurprisingly, that a fan pointed away from the radiator actually distributes the heat around the room in a not-unsatisfactory manner. Go figure.
Bang away! Bang bang bang!
I don’t know that I’ve ever admitted to anyone else that I have this problem with my tone and inflection. Likely because it’s never gotten to a point where I/we were calm enough to get separated enough from defense mechanisms and ego to discuss it.
And so that is why this is an amazing thing that we’ve got going here.
It all happens when I immediately get defensive when someone else gets defensive…
Blahty blahty blah.
The white hair growing near my eye socket will soon be long enough to comb back over and around my head, giving me a wicked cool white streak.
Yesterday, driving to Jimmy John’s, caught behind some car, license plate “EYE DOC,” who makes a left turn from the right lane. I yell, “You can’t do that, bub!”
But J shouts, “Get some new glasses!”
Which just about killed me.
Pie Fest yesterday. What a great idea, a great thing to arrange and do. And oh, the pie!
Some sort of fucked up thing, once again, happening in my head. My neck….is either stiff, or sinking into my skull. Or I have a headache right in the back of my head. Something’s got to give here, folks.
So it would seem that The Man has taken it upon himself to decide to routinely screw me out of my somewhat hard-earned money.
You all know the situation with my old car and the CPD and Lincoln Towing and the collection agency, so I’m not going to go into it here.
Now the mailman’s in on it too — I send my rent check in on the 3rd of the month, and a couple days ago, slipped under my door is a document saying how pissed off the realty company is and what they’re going to do to me if they don’t get my money in the next couple days.
Then, yesterday, I get back in the mail my original rent check, with the stamp cancelled, marked “return to sender.” The address of the realty company is circled with a question mark written next to it.
The thing’s perfectly legible. I dunno what their problem is there, but that’s not getting me my 37 cents worth. So this whole deal cost me $10.37 and the ire of my rental company.
I’m sure my credit rating is just falling through the floor. Must fight back.