whiski_sour: (Danno's on hold)
Here's the lazy, bullet-pointed catch up of my world.

-Still working three jobs. I've got about a month until school is out and then I'll lose the morning child-minding gig. I'll also be taking off June when it comes to teaching Spanish. So, I need to figure out something else to do to make some money this summer. Sugar daddy applications are available.

-Speaking of other things I do to make money, I published another novella on Smashwords. Night of the Nothing Man is all yours for the low, low price of $1.99 and is available for most devices including Nook, Kindle, and iPad.

-I was supposed to go to a Cubs game with Dad earlier this month, but it got weathered out (Chicago by the lake, 40 degrees, 20 MPH winds, and rain...I'll take the postponement). So we'll be going in June. At least we know we won't be freezing.

-Speaking of Dad, he had another check-up last week and I'm happy to say won't be needing treatments this round. He'll go back for another check in three months. We're all very happy about this.

-I've started to do my old yoga routine, which I had to stop doing in October of 2011 when I hurt my knee. A year and a half later I finally trust that my knee has healed enough to take my weight in warrior and chair pose. This is a huge boost for me. I've been pretty disappointed with my commitment to exercise because I didn't feel like I was accomplishing anything, but this is a huge gain. The old yoga routine, stretching, and weights in the morning along with belly dance in the afternoon is really making me feel less sloth-like. I'm also making an effort to do something physical every day. So even though I'm not doing a full on workout on the weekends, I still make sure I get in a little yoga or some squats or something. Again, all in the name of battling the slug feeling.

-I'm thinking about starting a tumblr related to my rerun junkie activities, except I'm not still not exactly sure how tumblr works. I keep thinking I'll figure it out and so far, I really haven't.

-I'd love to say that there's more that went on during the month, but there's not. I pretty much work, worry about money, and try to get my little talent together to establish some kind of career and that's it. I haven't been able to justify having much fun lately. When you have to save up to afford a hair cut (which you do instead of getting an eye exam to get new contacts), lunch out with a friend makes you feel guilty for days, no matter how much you needed the break.
whiski_sour: (shoot)
What is it about me taking a shower that makes my dad suddenly need to run the water in the kitchen? Seriously. Today he had to mop the floor. He couldn't wait until I was done.

I realize that I don't take my shower until around 9:30 in the morning, but I'm a creature of habit. I take my shower at that time Monday through Friday. So, why would you put in a load of laundry at 9:20?

Yes, I realize this is a petty bitch, but considering the man once decided he just HAD to wash a crockpot while I was in the shower AT SIX IN THE MORNING, I think he has a serious neurological problem that demands he turn on the water while I'm in the shower at least once a week.


Second rant is TMI )

In less ranting, more pleading news...

I've got three jobs lined up. Aside from The Limited gig (which I'm still waiting for them to call me to go in for my first floorset), I'll be teaching basic Spanish to my homeschooled nieces, and I'll be taking the neighbor's grandson to school two/three days a week. Which is all great. By these forces combined, I'll be able to pay the bills.

Unfortunately, they're not combining soon enough to pay my bills THIS month. I'm scrounging and scraping to make the ends meet and I could really use a few sales to make it all come together.

So if you or anyone you know has some disposable income they'd like to kick my way, I've got jewelry, eBay, and I'll take whatever you want to give me to email you one of my unpublished stories. I don't normally ask for this kind of help, but I could really use any bit of word of mouth and any sale I can get in the next week or two.

Please and thank you.
whiski_sour: (vrooom!)
I'm afraid my life has been very dull lately. Lack of work means lack of money which means lack of a social life which means lack of interesting things to talk about.

Here are a few things of note, I suppose:

I did go to the Frontier League All-Star Game and Home Run Derby, which I blogged and tweeted about. There's a guy that works for the Belters (not a ballplayer) who I find dead sexy. I tried to get pics of him, but couldn't get anything good. Haley tried with her hi-powered camera, but he was elusive. I'll try again my next game.

Dad had his cancer check-up. Everything looks pretty good. He's getting three maintenance treatments and then he'll go back in October for another check-up. So all is going well on that front. He can pee and that's what makes him happy.

I'm slogging through the heavy revisions/rewrites on one of my novel manuscripts because a) I need to get SOMETHING agent ready and b) it makes me feel like less of a worthless lump of fat. I put the first chapter of it up on my blog to see if anyone would have any interest in actually reading the whole thing should it ever get published. It's a curiosity/feedback thing.

I've been working on my belly dancing and I kind of want to do something with it. Carrie and I have a friend who teaches classes and performs and she's invited me to attend/teach and perform with her and I've been considering it. The only catch is her dancing is tribal and mine is more cabaret. Not sure how that would work out together.

I've thought about doing belly dancing as a kind of a party favor. Example: instead of hiring a male stripper for a bachelorette party, you hire me. I dance, teach the party a few dance moves, and then we freestyle for a fun, female experience. I don't know how much work I'd get doing that, though. I do know I'd be better than the local male stripper.

(Yes, we have a local male stripper. I've only seen him with his clothes on as he shops in Walmart. He only got rid of his mullet in the last few years. No, I'm not making any of this up.)

I'm still in the market for a day job. I've put in some more applications, but haven't heard anything. It's a tough time to be out of work and I realize my position is luckier than most, but still. I need to earn some money and I'm having trouble doing that right now. I like paying my bills. I like buying stuff I need. I like buying stuff I don't need, too.

Don't take my silence for absence. I read here every day, so if you post something, I see it. If you miss my rambling drivel, Twitter is where I'm at.

Just mute the Cubs hashtag for your own sanity.


Apr. 8th, 2012 07:11 am
whiski_sour: (Cubs)
Happy Easter to those who celebrate it. I'll be spending my holiday sitting in the bleachers at Wrigley with Dad, probably watching the Cubs lose and eating nachos for my Easter dinner.

Anyway you slice it, it's going to be a good time.
whiski_sour: (Danno's on hold)
Dad had his follow-up biopsy yesterday. The doc ended up only running about two hours late, which is really good for us. He said that everything looked awesome with the exception of one little area. It was a smooth bump that didn't look anything like the previous tumors, but he revised it and took some tissue from it as well as some tissue from some other random spots. We won't know anything for sure until the biopsy comes back, but the fact that everything looks good is encouraging.

We also got Nutterbutter milkshakes after the procedure, so it was like a bonus.

Dad's next appointment is in two weeks. They'll discuss the results then. Usually Dad goes back the next week for that consultation, but Doc is taking vacation. His kids are on spring break and the family is going out East. This would probably irk Dad if he didn't like his doc so much. He really is a good guy. Down to earth with a sense of humor. Dad appreciates that in a doctor that's routing out his plumbing.

Fingers crossed that the results will be good and we can be done with this sooner rather than later.
whiski_sour: (not bad)
Back in December, the SD card in my phone suddenly decided it was damaged and wouldn't work. I took it to the AT&T store, they called SanDisk, SanDisk suggested we reformat it (which the phone wouldn't let me do), so the AT&T people managed it and it worked okay, except for the ringtones, which insisted on being weird.

Everything was mediocre until last Friday when the card decided to be damaged again. This time I emailed SanDisk, who said I should take it back to the store and get a new one. So today I did.

When I came home, I noticed the same jacked up situation with the ringtones (the files were all wrong and the email notification would never play the right tone). I decided that maybe it was the phone. So I did a hard reset. Aside from the email notification not playing at all (instead it plays the default notification sound, which is fine because it's not picking a sound AT RANDOM and playing it like before), everything seems to be kosher.

Cross your fingers on this one. I'd really hate to have this thing go pear-shaped on me again and then have to try to get a new phone. I'm pretty sure I could since I haven't even had it a year yet, but I'd really rather not. Call me persnickety if you want. You wouldn't be the first.

I also ended up downloading two new ringtone apps because while my other apps were all backed up, my original ringtone app wasn't (I think it might have been part of my problem). So I've spent my time replacing and getting some new ringtones and sounds. Laws knows that's half the reason I have a phone. It makes noises that I appreciate.

The first ringtone app didn't have all of the tones I wanted, though (WHERE IS MY EARTH WIND AND FIRE DAMMIT?), but I found another one that lets me get the song and edit it the way I want to, which I appreciate. So I will not be September-less as I feared!

In non-cell phone news, Dad had his last treatment yesterday and he goes for a follow-up biopsy in March. Let's hope it all comes out clean and we can be done with this business for a while.
whiski_sour: (yay!)
Good news! Dad doesn't have to have the second biopsy. The pathology lab found the bladder tissue the doc swore he sent and determined/confirmed that the cancer is non-invasive. Instead he'll be starting treatment next week. They will be injecting TB (tuberculosis) into his bladder. My presence will not be required.

No, I don't know why they use TB, how it works, how they found out it works, but there you go. I wouldn't have thought of it either. Apparently, there's a small chance that Dad will get TB (he won't be the first in my family to get it), but it's not as debilitating as chemo/radiation, so that's a bonus.

Six weeks of this and they'll re-evaluate him. So, things are going as good as they can. Thank goodness.
whiski_sour: (not bad)
Good news! Rejected is now on Amazon and available for Kindle (thanks to [livejournal.com profile] txvoodoo for all of her wonderful help...she's amazing, fantastic, and fabulous and I owe her big time).

Bad news! Dad goes in on the 21st for another biopsy. Apparently, the pathologist said there wasn't any muscle tissue in what was sent to the lab. Doc says it's possible considering the size of the tumor, but he was pretty sure that he at least got some. He's going to have the pathology lab look again, but Dad is still scheduled to go it because at the very least the doc wants to have another "look around". I told Dad I was sick of his bladder inconveniencing me and that it needed to get its shit together. Dad appreciated that. Heh.

Good news! The doc is utterly perplexed at how non-invasive the tumors were despite their size and number and his prognosis for Dad remains positive. He's still likely to have a recurrence, but with the doc monitoring, it won't be nearly as bad as it's been this time.

Bad news! I've run out of news.
whiski_sour: (zzz)
Dad's surgery went fine. Only an hour late this time! Doc says that he got out the rest of the tumors. Dad will probably have to have six weeks of treatment and then further preventative care and check-ups since he's a high recurrence risk, but the doctor is pretty optimistic of Dad's prognosis.

I'm just happy that neither of us will be spending any more time at the hospital for a while.

Piano man followed up his Disney tunes with Christmas songs.

I think that's how I ended up with this headache.
whiski_sour: (zzz)
If you don't follow me on Twitter, here's a recap of my day yesterday.

Got up at 6 to take Dad to the hospital for same day surgery. Checked him in at 8:30.

Informed a little before 10 that surgery would be pushed back an hour or so because of emergencies.

Two hours later told that they didn't know when the doctor would be there due to the emergencies. I went to get something to eat and ended up talking to a lovely woman in the waiting room whose daughter was in for a double mastectomy. She was in recovery at the time and they were waiting for her to get to her room. She had flowers waiting for her downstairs.

Went back to sit with Dad. A little before 3:30, SEVEN HOURS after first arriving, Dad finally gets taken to surgery and I go back to the waiting room.

At 6:30, the doctor comes out and tells me that they removed a medium-sized tumor, a large tumor, zapped a bunch of little tumors...and he still has another large tumor. The doctor got part of it out, but he wants to send it to pathology for testing because he's not sure if this one is invasive or not. He can't see it very well. He also tells me that Dad will be staying the night so they can flush out his bladder. Oh goody.

At 7 the nurse calls me to let me know that Dad is in recovery and they're getting his room ready and another nurse will call me when he's done up.

At 7:30 I am the ONLY person left in the waiting room. The other nurse calls to let me know what room Dad will be in and that I can go up and wait for him to be brought in. Okay.

At 7:45 Dad is brought in and set up. The nurse leaves. Dad rips off his oxygen mask and asks in a not-so-happy voice, "Why am I here?" I tell him. Dad is not happy. He's not happy about staying. He's not happy they didn't get all of the tumors. He's not happy the doctor didn't stay and talk to him. I'm not happy to be listening to him take it out on me because Laws knows that when the doctor sees him in the morning, he won't be saying any of this shit to him. He tells me to go home. I tell him I intend to.

I leave the hospital a little after 8 o'clock, eleven and a half hours after first getting there. Awesome day.

During my stay, I did manage to hit my Nano daily word count, finish two personal essays, and outline two more chapters in for my Nano book before my pen died. Then I was sad. And the piano guy was playing Disney songs and it didn't make me happy.

I picked up Dad this morning. He's in a much better mood since a) the doctor talked to him and b) he got to leave.

He's got to call about the pathology report tomorrow. If it's non-invasive like the others, then they'll probably schedule yet another surgery to get the rest of it. If it's invasive, then talks will be had on what to do about it.

In the meantime, the cats are very happy their daddy is back home. They don't appreciate it when their humans go out for long periods without their approval.
whiski_sour: (Fiona TCB)
Dad got the pathology report today. The tumors in his bladder are a non-invasive carcinoma which translates into a pretty easy cancer to get rid of. He'll go in next month to get the rest of the tumors removed, as soon as he can arrange a hospital that's on his insurance plan (he's not sure the proposed hospital is).

Not sure yet if he'll have to have any chemo or not, but even that shouldn't be too big of a deal.

So, that's that. I'm not too concerned. There's a plan of action and it's being executed and the outlook is positive. I'm good with that.
whiski_sour: (vrooom!)
Dad had his doctor's appointment today. The pathology report isn't back yet (he'll have to call Monday), but he did get his catheter out. I'm happy to report that he's able to pee, it doesn't hurt, and he can go several hours between bathroom trips. Prior to this surgery, none of these things were true. So that's good. The doctor said he was encouraged by what he saw during the surgery, so hopefully the pathology report will be on the positive side, too.

Since he does have more tumors in his bladder, he'll have to have surgery again. This time, though, the doctor wants to do it as an in-patient so he can take as much time as he needs to clean the rest of the tumors out in one go (initially, he didn't think there were that many in there, that's why it was scheduled as out-patient). So that's something to look forward to.

In other news, I'm going to start working with DaLette next week. Good thing. I need a little boost in my income. The jewelry's been the biggest disappointment. I knew selling the book would be tough, but I figured the jewelry would sell, even if only a couple of pieces. Nada. Disappointing.

I'm hoping once the book gets on Amazon (fingers crossed) and the closer it gets to Christmas, I'll get some more sales for both.

And finally...I really don't have any way to end this post. I just didn't want my last words to be ones of whining about money.
whiski_sour: (handy liquor)
Dad had his surgery today. It went well for the most part. The doctor was running late due to issues with another surgery so we ended up waiting a couple hours longer than we intended.

The doctor said that he got one big tumor and several smaller tumors out of Dad's bladder, but then found another big tumor behind the first big tumor. He decided to leave it for now until they get the pathology back. He's encouraged, though that the tumors weren't hardly embedded in the bladder wall. He's hoping the other tumor will be the same.

Dad has to have a catheter until Friday. With any luck, they'll have the pathology back by then. If not, next week. And then we'll go from there.

The nurses and doctor were great. They all even wished Dad a happy birthday. And the nurses gave me permission to beat him if he didn't behave himself at home. They're good people. Heh.

Long day, but I'm glad to be done with it.
whiski_sour: (fucked your shit up)
A week from Wednesday (on his birthday), Dad is having surgery to remove some tumors from his bladder. This would be why he's been having so much trouble peeing lately. With the tumors removed, his peeing problems should abate and I will no longer have to listen to him bitch about it.

This is outpatient surgery provided there are no complications. We won't know for sure if the tumors are malignant until after they're tested after the surgery, but Dad has been researching things on the Internet (because every doctor is fucking dumbass according to him) and he's convinced it's cancer because bladder tumors usually are, so he's been spreading doom and gloom through the house. I'd like to think that he's been logical and explaining every possible scenario, but really he's just assuming the worst and being a harbinger of doom.

I'm sure he's upset and worried and nervous and scared and had he and my mother not beaten the sympathy out of me because they felt my sensitivity was sign of weakness, then maybe I could be more emotionally supportive. Unfortunately, you reap what you sow and instead he gets a wise-cracking smartass trying to figure out what I'm going to do while he's in surgery and how I'm going to deal with him post-op because, as stated, I'm not the good, caring daughter he was hoping to take care of him.

Make no mistake, I love my dad. I hope he comes through the surgery well and I hope it's not cancer and if it is cancer, it's treated and he recovers fully. And I want him to be able to pee normally again.

Because, dear laws, I am sick of the whining.

That's going to be the true test of his recovery. Whether or not I kill him.
whiski_sour: (up to no good)
I hope all of the Dads are enjoying their day today.

I bought my dad a Cubs shirt. It came in the mail Friday and I gave it to him then because I was having a bad day. Then I announced I wasn't making dinner. Because I'm a good daughter like that.

Speaking of being a good daughter, I finally got my mom something for Mother's Day. Now it's just a matter of getting it to her.

Yeah, I'm not about to win any good child awards.
whiski_sour: (gibbs smile)
Uncle Lucky arranged for the family to get together at a corner bar to have a bit of a memorial drink for Papa. He was the youngest of ten kids, but he was considered the head of our clan and busted his ass to keep us all connected. The rest of the family felt they should do SOMETHING to honor him and his life.

It was fitting and the kind of thing Papa would have liked. Nothing sad. Just the family getting together at a bar, eating and drinking and laughing and telling stories. Aunt Ruby kept getting choked up, but it was understandable. Papa lived with her for six years after their parents died (their mom died when Papa was 8 and their dad died when Papa was 12 or 13). She contributed to his raising. And Aunt Jo got unexpectedly choked up talking about Grandma (her sister). But other than that, things were pretty dry-eyed.

Grandma and Papa were there in spirit and in body, so to speak. Dad has both of their ashes in the Jeep. He said if Aunt Ruby hadn't have been there, he'd have put Papa's ashes in his wheel chair with his ball cap on top and sat it at one of the tables.

Yeah, he's having entirely too much fun with the remains of his parents. He actually admitted to it. He said he might not spread them after all because he is enjoying them so much.

My DNA is a funky, funky thing.

It was nice chatting with some family members. Aunt Ruby and I talked baseball and the Cubs. Not many people can say they have awesome baseball talks with their 83 year old great-aunt, but considering Uncle Harry was so important and instrumental to little league in the area, it's not far-fetched for me.

Speaking of being instrumental, members of the Decatur Computer Club, which Papa helped start and was president of for many years, stopped by and gave the family a nice card. He hadn't really been much of a participant for the last few years of his life, so to have them do that was really nice.

It was just a nice afternoon all around. I'm glad they did it and I'm glad I went.
whiski_sour: (wtf?)
Dad found Grandma today. She was in the entertainment center, which is funny because she never really watched much TV. Dad decided to bring her home with him rather than have Aunt Jo stumble across her. And since he picked up Papa at the funeral home today, both of them got a car ride. It's probably the only car ride they had that didn't involve a disagreement.

They're still out in the Jeep.

I guess the plan is to spread their ashes out at the homestead they spent a majority of their married lives on.

Unless Dad changes his mind and tucks them away somewhere and I get to go on a treasure hunt for them after he dies.

That could be a fun family tradition. Find the ashes of your relatives!

Yeah, I'd better keep that one to myself. My family would actually do it.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
I was going to post about the past two days at work and how I've come to really dislike Tuesdays and Wednesdays because that's when things like to go pear shaped, but there was a sudden turn of events around dinnertime that changed my mind.

Aunt Jo called to say that she was taking Papa to the hospital and she wanted Dad to come down to help wrangle him/interpret for him (he's mostly deaf and requires extra ears). Apparently, they were at my cousin Jake's ballgame when Papa had a seizure and quit breathing for a minute. He came around pretty quickly, though, and told my aunt that he'd had two others earlier today, but he didn't say anything because he wanted to go to Jake's game.


I love the man, but he's as stubborn as they come. He wouldn't be doing this sort of thing if my grandma were still alive because she was more stubborn than he was. She'd have taken care of this business quick as a bunny.

I don't anticipate it being anything any more serious than what he's already got going on (he's got congestive heart failure), but still. He doesn't have to be such a pain.

I think the worst part about this whole mess is the glimpse I'm getting of my potential future with my father. He's just as stubborn and he's going to be just as big of a pain in the ass.
whiski_sour: (Cubs)
Long story short: I got free tickets to a Cubs game. I was able to get the day off at the last minute. As in, the game is tomorrow and I found out I could go today. Taking Dad. Going by train. Must get up at the butt crack of dawn to accomplish this.

In conclusion: Going to Wrigley tomorrow to see the Cubs play the Diamondbacks. No guarantees that I won't yell at someone during the National Anthem again.


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