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 Argh!

I have lots of things to do, but can't get them done.  I'm disgusted at that.  I'm not only tired of that, but I'm just plain tired.  Sleep doesn't come like it should, like right now, and I'm up trying to do something, but can't get anything done.  So, I whine in here.  And that ticks me off, too.  I guess I just tick myself off.  I'm tired.  I'm tired of pain, very tired of it.  I've got things to do.  I stay in the dark because the light hurts, and accomplish nothing.  My head hurts.  I think this is the funk, and I've got it.  I'm tired of that, too.  I'm just tired.  **insert loud scream here**

Stupid Quote

"Fiction writing is great, you can make up almost anything."  Ivana Trump, on finishing her first novel 

Thesaurus-ize

My very essence is exasperated! 

Un-thesaurus-ize

23 August 2005: "All art is but an imitation of nature." Lucius Annaeus Seneca

The FogWalker  just walks.....then sits in darkness....tries to sleep.....

In the last blog, I put the Un-thesaurus-ize (answer) right in the Thesaurus-ize  question.  That won't make people figure it out, huh?

Tooth

This was my first time to this Oral Surgeon.  When trying to find it, I pulled into the wrong parking lot (it was located in a curve in the road).  My hunni said we could just park here and walk across.  There was an opening between cars, so I did what any red-blooded American would do and drove my four-wheel drive truck over the curb stones and into a parking spot in the adjoining lot.  Works for me!

How do we know that the toothbrush was invented in Mississippi?  Anywhere else and they would have called it a teethbrush!  (You can change that joke to fit whatever place you like.)

The tooth is out.  It will bother me no more, except that I put it under my pillow last night and it was still there this morning.  What's up with that?  The Oral Surgeon gave me a couple of shots to start the numbing process.  He came back in a little later and repeated the process.  My lower lip was supposed to get numb, but it didn't.  So, he repeated the process the third time.  Then he came in to extract that tooth.  When he tugged around on it, it hurt really bad.  So, he repeated the shot process again.  After waiting just a little bit, the gum, check, lower lip, and part of my nose were finally numb.  He knew he could get it out of there now.  It still hurt when the root was breaking away, and made some wild noises that didn't really sound good.  That tooth was the first of the large teeth on the bottom.  It has the biggest roots of all of them.

The after pain is from my TMJ and having my mouth propped open so wide.  I wanted him to teleport the tooth out of there, but his teleporter was working.  Nope, the lazer wouldn't work either.  I think an EMP zapped all his stuff earlier that day.  By late evening, there was a little ache where the tooth was, but the TMJ is killing me.  Can you say "pain killers"?

Mr. Borg

There are a few doctors (a general practitioner, a neurosurgeon, and a couple of neurologists) that have rated me as a medicinal failure.  That means that my body assimilates drugs very fast and that it requires more of the drug to do what they intend it to do.  I can reach the maximum allowed dosage in a very quick time and the drug loses its effectiveness.  I guess this is another reason that I don't like prescription drugs (or any drugs, for that matter).  Though I will admit that I like these pain killers right now (even though I'm taking enough to put a rather large mammal to sleep).

If you're a drug, I'll assimilate you.  Just call me Mr. Borg.  I might not be a good looking fellow, but I've got all the Borgs on TV beat in the looks department!  LoL!  I also have some metal parts like them, but they are not visible (only the scars).

Library_Angel

Do this.    Come back and see what I write in my comments. 




1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.


2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.


3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.


4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.


5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.


6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.


7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.


8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.

Here's the answers:

Dave:

When the weather's bad I think of you.

Fighter - Xtina ((because you are a fighter))

lime

Wow... I think reading a comment you left on my site.

Not an animal, but when I see a spinning skull I do think of you.

Do sleeping pills work for you?

I'd do something like that, but it might take me a year to reply.  LoL!  Okay, so go over and have a go at it.

Disclaimer: Ignore everything, the FogWalker has flipped!  The pain wins again.  I give up!

Thesaurus-ize

Append your wooden means of transportation to a celestial body.   Hitch your wagon to a star. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Un-thesaurus-ize

04 August 2005: "The best proof of love is trust." Dr. Joyce Brothers

The FogWalker returns again to the dark....darkness and sweet oblivion......

Dad

Dad gets to come home on Sunday!  He is doing great, considering a broken hip and his age.  He's getting up and down okay, using a walker at the time, graduating to a cane someday, and hopefully, back to his regular walks in the near future.

We built some better steps, with handrails, at my brother's house (where Dad now lives).  The treads are 24" to accomodate a walker and give more room for footing.  The steps are framed in so that it will be harder to leave the top one without taking the next one (you know, you just can't fall off the top step to the concrete below now).  Dad doesn't know about the new steps yet, it's going to be a surprize.

Speaking of surprizes, we're going to have a welcome home party for Dad; take him out to eat at the local Mexican restaurant, fried ice cream afterwards, and just try to show him that we missed him being home!

Sometimes Life is just Gravity

It sucks!  Sometimes, things can't be accomplished due to circumstances.  And then the stupid feelings kick in.  And then I just want to quit!  Vague, I know.  But it's really hard to understand, and it's hard to explain.  And most can never understand because they have had no experience with "things" and with no experience comes a lack of understanding.  That sounded really smart.   Giving up is the easy way, sometimes the preferred way.  But, I don't give up yet.

And, I don't care a lot for prescriptions and doctors.  I'm more of the naturalist, wait, maybe not the best choice of words.  I keep my clothes on, but I like natural therapy and treatments, not the homeopathic kind.  Anyway, I'm supposed to be taking 4 valium spread out during the day.  Yeah, I want to vegetate!

I'm whining with no apparent reason, or not apparent to most.  Geemyknee!

Thesaurus-ize

The superlative attestation of great sentiment is certitude.

Un-thesaurus-ize

29 July 2005: "It's a case of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter." Dr. Seuss (?) 

The FogWalker moves.....more in the dark......

Oldie, but Goodie

Dad is doing really good in the healing process and with his physical therapy.  He may be old, but he's determined to do good and come home.  Sometimes it's the determination that really helps one to heal.

We're going to put up a couple of handrails at my brother's house to give a little extra support for the four steps.  I told dad that we're making him a pillow suit that he has to wear everytime the he goes in and out the door.

Dad's getting up and down really good.  Presently, he's walking with a walker and has a little limp.  We found out yesterday that he'll get to come home on August 7th.  Cool!

The Buzz

I asked Matt to cut my hair since Josh wasn't available.  Josh and I have been cutting each others hair for many months now.  Matt reluctantly agreed.  I wanted the usual "military cut" with the top being around 3/8" long and the sides around 1/8" long.  I could tell that Matt was a little shakey when starting to cut, so I asked him what was wrong.  He said that he was nervous about cutting my hair.  I told him that it was only hair and that IF he messed up, it would grow back.

An hour later, the top was buzzed and the sides were, well, no hair there.  Since it was so short, I shaved the sides.  LoL!   Anyway, when Matt was done the first time, it looked pretty good in the mirror.  But when I used two mirrors, I could see the crookedness.  That's cool, a little more trimming and it will be fine.  A little while later and both sides were straight, except one side was a little higher than the other.  We continued on with the haircut and I had a little mohawk.  We went for the buzz!

The moral of the story: Don't have Matt do a tattoo!

The Perfect Storm

My internet has been down for several days due to the storms that we have had.  Most of the time, I just shut down the computers so that nothing happened during all the electrical activity.  The lights kept blinking, stuff stopping....

Yesterday, I stood outside of the front door while the storms were rolling in.  You know how when the lightening happens and you can count the seconds unitl the thunder to see how far the center of the storm is away?  Well, the thunder would happen with the lightening.  So, it was right over the house.

The lightening was coming its jagged path to the ground just beyond the surrounding trees.  It was coming down about 100 yards from the house.  At the same time, the thunder was echoing around the house and shaking the windows.  The hair on my arms was standing up from the electricity in the air.  I could feel the concusion off the thunder.  It was truly amazing, and such an awesome feeling.  You could literally feel the power of that storm.

Also, as soon as one lightening bolt was gone, another one appeared.  There was not a break in the sound from the thunder.  The windows were shaking in excitement, the hair on my arms was standing up applauding, and I could constantly feel the pats on my shoulders and face from the thunder.  And it kept on going.  The real awesomeness (word?) is that I timed this phenomena.  It happened for over 5 minutes!  Wow!

Man!  It was great!  Okay, I may not be the smartest person in the world since I was standing in the storm, but I did have part of the house over me.  I'm still impressed!

After the storm

The temperature has dropped from the heat wave since the storm.  So has the barometric pressure.  However, the barometric pressure dance beat the crap out of me.  I only saw the dark after the storm and I bowed to my heating pad.  I prayed to die.  But I survived.  This morning, I feel like someone beat me up during yesterday and last night.  I only remember the pain.  What happened after the storm?  My joints and muscles ache, and the migraine is tolerable.  Yesterday, total oblivion was welcome, but only the temporary oblivion came.

Thesaurus-ize

Your duration is a subject of cognizance aloft of corporeality. Notwithstanding that you cognizise, it will not corporealitize. 

Un-thesaurus-ize

18 July 2005: "Don't beat a dead horse." John Bight 

The FogWalker moves slowly.... goes to help with the ramp.....

Quick Update

Dad had surgery on Tuesday; 3 pins to join the hip back together for healing.  They got him up and moved around a little on Tuesday evening.  More walking on Wednesday.  Sitting up and moving on Thursday.  Today, they moved him from Putnam General Hospital to HealthSouth in Barboursville (off 29th Street, Huntington exit).

HealthSouth is an excellent inhouse rehabilitation center!  He'll be there until he can get around on his own.

The FogWalker is hurting.....back to some more drugs....then oblivion....

Hips & Pins

No surgery for Dad yet.  The orthopedic surgeon was booked up yesterday and wasn't able to get into to see Dad until later in the evening.  The surgeon's schedule is pretty full for today, but will be working Dad in to put a few pins in his hip.  This is supposed to be less invasive than the hip replacement, and it's all that Dad will need.  They are saying that it will happen around 12:30pm today.  I'm getting ready to go back to the hospital and sit around with my Dad.

Thanks for those thoughts and/or prayers!  Please continue them on.

Thesaurus-izing will return later.  I wish the migraine would go away and come later....or just go away.

The FogWalker dons dark glasses......goes to visit Dad.....

Update:

Dad has successfully had the surgery and several pins were put in his hip to close the breaks and aid in the healing.  He's still in a lot of pain, but it's healing pain now.  The physical therapist has already been to his room this afternoon and Dad has been on his feet (no weight on the "fixed" leg).

It's healing time, and PT time!

The FogWalker goes to the dark recesses of the house....

Brittle bones

My Dad fell this afternoon (Sunday) on some concrete steps.  This is my 85 year old Dad.  He's in a lot of pain and can't walk, but Dad is no complainer and would have stayed home to heal up.  But my brother took him to the hospital.  At Dad's age, I'm thinking that he's broke the hip he landed on.  He's been in the emergency room since about 5:30pm.  The x-rays did not prove conclusive since there's a lot of deterioration in that hip joint (I guess 85 years of use has a tendency to do that).  The next thing was to get a CT scan.  Around 11, we got the results back and his hip is fractured.  Now, the surgeon will have to determine whether his hip needs pins or replaced.  Either way, it's surgery.  So tomorrow, or today I guess, Dad will be having surgery.  If necessary, the surgery will be no later than Tuesday.  He's been admitted and given a shot for pain.  It's eased up a little, and I think he'll be able to get some sleep.

I told Dad that I had to go home.  My migraine started getting really bad Sunday afternoon, and I just couldn't handle more of the bright lights in the hospital.  So, now I'm sitting in the dark looking at this computer screen, which is getting brighter and brighter and brighter and...

For those that read this, please remember my Dad in your thoughts and/or prayers.

Thesaurus-ize

No advantage exists in buffeting a cadaverous equine.

Un-thesaurus-ize

I put that the 12 July 2005 quote, "All things are possible with God" as Unknown. Gee, I feel stupid since that's in the Bible.

14 July 2005: "A friend in need is a friend indeed." English proverb (?) 
16 July 2005: "All good things must come to an end." English proverb (?) 

The FogWalker goes back to oblivion.....

Southern Hospitality

I met a lady online that has been very beneficial to Tech-Forums and to me via her computer security talents.  And she has become a friend.  Her name is Liz; username, Southernlady.  Liz now has her own forum that covers all kinds of things (including computer security issues).  Her forum, MySouthernLady.com, is a good one to put on your list for visiting, socializing, learning, etc.  Check her out!

Thesaurus-ize

The collective total of benevolent circumstances are necessitated towards a termination condition.

Un-thesaurus-ize

12 July 2005: "All things are possible with God." Unknown

Some of you are good, huh? 

The FogWalker goes to seek oblivion....