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.
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: (Oh noes!)
Grandma will be staying in the hospital for a bit. It seems that when she fell and hit her head yesterday, it set off a series of events including a mini-stroke and a seizure. She'll be in ICU for a little bit and then moved to a private room to start therapy. If I'm understanding Mom correctly, she could have done therapy after the initial surgery, but she was recovering so well and so insistent on going home, that they decided she didn't need it.

I guess she should have done it anyway. Oh well.

Mom's not sure how long she'll be in hospital for this therapy business. She'll let me know when/if she hears anything.

See, Mom's really good at keeping me posted once I'm in the loop. It's just a matter of getting in the loop that can be the challenge.
whiski_sour: (Fishy people)
So my cousin posts on FB that my grandma is in the hospital for the third time. News to me since I only knew of her being in the hospital ONCE this month.

So I text Mom. She says that Grandma had surgery on Monday but she came home Tuesday, but she'd find out. Mom calls me and tells me that yes, Grandma is back in the hospital. Apparently, she stood up too fast today and fell and they're doing a CT scan to make sure everything is okay, but this sort of thing happens after surgeries like this, which confused me because the only surgery I knew that she was going to be having at any point was glaucoma surgery.

So I ask for clarification.

Oh, she didn't have glaucoma surgery on Monday; it was surgery to remove a hematoma from her brain that the doctors think developed after a fall she had in September and worsened after her first stint in ICU just after the first of the year, which caused her arm to go numb and mimic the symptoms of a stroke, but Mom was totally going to tell me eventually. She just hadn't gotten around to it yet and she didn't think it was a big deal.

Also, my Aunt T had surgery Friday to repair a couple of holes in her eardrum and my step-dad broke his tailbone a couple of weeks ago.

So, yes. The loop. Not only am I not in it, I don't know it exists unless I trip over it.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
I'm a little stressed this week.

Had to make an unexpected trip to the hospital on Wednesday. Mom text me early that morning, asking me to call her. Now, since this is my mother, it can be anything from someone's dead to the Howlin' Mad Smurf wants to tell you something completely pointless. So, I called her to find out that Grandma (her mother) is in hospital. Apparently, her glaucoma meds were causing her to go into renal failure and she ended up in ICU. My aunt was on the way up from St. Louis and my mother wanted me to go to the hospital to keep my aunt in check, as she had a fear that my aunt would end up arguing with the doctors and get pitched from the hospital.

Mother also requested me to go because, though she wanted to be there, since her fear of hospitals was so well known, she was afraid that if she showed up, Grandma would think she was dying.

But I went and Grandma cried when she saw me. Yeah, that reassured her, Ma.

In the end, I had a nice visit with her and the rest of the family. She was moved to a regular room yesterday, and was sent home today. She's a tough old lady, for sure, and I'm glad the doctors got her fixed up so quickly.

In other news, I'm going to Cubs Con with [livejournal.com profile] luchalibrarian a week from today and I've hit my typical traveling IT'S TOO SOON I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME I NEED MORE TIME stress. I'll be fine once I get going, but for the next few days I'm going to feel like I have too much to do, not enough time, and I'm not going to be ready. I think Hammie's birthday and my birthday happening literally the two days before I leave is just adding to that stress.

In further stress news, I realized today that the manuscript I've been working on for the novel contest needs a lot more work than I remembered it needing. There's no way I'm going to get it done. I won't stop rewriting/revising it, but it's not going to work for this contest. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about that yet. I'll look at the other manuscripts I have and see if there's anything I've got that's closer to being done, but I'm not very hopeful. I'm thinking this is a lost cause and I'm not going to be able to play. Not happy with myself on that one.

So, yes, by the time I hit Chicago, I'm going to be more than ready to rock and, as my family says, blow the stink off.
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: (well paid)
Dad's next and hopefully last surgery is on the 30th. This one will be scheduled in the afternoon with him staying overnight in the hospital. Even though he threw a right fit at me for having to stay in the hospital last time, he did admit that it was better not having to come home with a catheter and then go back and have it removed.

So, since it's all going to go down like that, I shouldn't have to be spending nearly 12 hours in a hospital again. Which is good. Because even though I got a lot of writing done while I was there, I really have no desire to do it again.

Sure you might point out that Dad probably doesn't want to do it again either, but Dad also got drugs, so as far as I'm concerned, your argument is moot.

Like I told my sister, Dad had better remember this good daughter devotion come my birthday. I'm just saying.
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: (Happy Halloween)
Happy Halloween!

Patient Zero. Because every deadly epidemic has to start somewhere. )

I was originally going to be Hetty Lange from NCIS: LA, but the wig didn't work out. I'm glad it didn't. I'm sick and didn't want to get out of my pajamas anyway. With this costume, I don't have to.

Yes, even rockin' a bummer of a cold, I will still find a way to dress up for Halloween. It's my holiday and I own it.

I hope the Great Pumpkin brings everyone a spooky good time tonight.

And, if you're looking for a different kind of treat, there's some new stuff in the jewelry box. I'm starting to do custom designs now. More stuff will be coming this week (provided I get the wire I'm looking for).

Mind the goblins!
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: (fucked your shit up)
Apple and Pork was kind of a bust for me. I made a quick trip yesterday to the grounds to get a new wire ring from the same lady I've gottne them from the past couple of years, only she wasn't selling them this year. I got two other rings instead. A steal for five bucks for both and they're quite fetching.

Then I walked back, grabbed my last lemon shake-up of the year and then hit the Black Kettle stand for some bbq porkchop sandwiches and bbq sauce.

I was going to go up today (mostly for bbq ribs), but getting sick for a couple of hours in the very early morning hours and not getting much sleep, plus feeling craptastic and cranky all day put the stop on that.

Still, I didn't miss it and I got everything I'd wanted (or a reasonable second to what I wanted).

Pigs and apples are safe again for another year.
whiski_sour: (Groove)
-I survived another week of work. I swear, it felt like every driver was running behind at some point this week and our Eastern plant has some of the most uncooperative, unhelpful people running it. They seem not understand that we can neither break the law or physics to accomplish what they want us to do. My attempts to force choke them were unsuccessful.

-Speaking of drivers, I failed to mention that Marvin took a hike on us. Shame. I really liked him. Left us in quite a big lurch which has contributed to our problems.

-In other driver news, Stephen hasn't been acting like himself the past several weeks. He's gone from happy-go-lucky and chatty to serious business and so short it was to the point of curt. Today he showed signs of his old self, actually talking to me for more than a split second hello. Albert tried talking to him, asked what's bothering him, but he insists it's nothing. It's been worrying us for a while, but maybe this turn means he's getting back to normal. I hope so.

-In non-work news, I got my hair cut. I went for a different style. It's awkward. It doesn't matter what style I choose, my hair chooses its own and it always takes me a few days to figure out how to work it. When it get it figured out, I'll have to post pictures of the style I picked and the style I ended up with. It'll blow your mind.

-There's been a change in our line-up going to Wrigley next Saturday. See, when Haley and I went to KC, Natalie was bummed she couldn't go. So we decided to go to Wrigley and take Haley's husband Matt. Well, Natalie's sister Sarah was bummed she couldn't go, so she started begging Matt to give her his ticket. He finally did. So it's going to be an all girl trip to Wrigley, a double sister feature (Haley's my sister from another mister, friends over 25 years now). Chicago has been put on notice.

-I think I might have a sinus infection. It's not pleasant and I'm treating it with irregation right now because I don't know what else to do for it without going to the doctor and I don't have time for that.

-Fun active sleeping period. I sleep with my penguin Quinn. Quinn wears a Cubs hat that was worn by a player (it's too big, but he wears it well). I had a dream about this Cubs player. Can't really remember the dream, but I did a fair bit of moving because when I woke up, the hat was gone. In a panic, I searched for it in the dark and found it...on the floor on the other side of my bed. No idea why it was there or how it got there.

-I also slept at least part of last night with my head at the opposite end of the bed, nearly in the window. Not the first time I've done that.

I think that catches things up.
whiski_sour: (Danno's on hold)
It turns out the spells Papa is having is related to his congestive heart failure. So they tweaked his pacemaker/defibrillator to help. He was doing well yesterday and in a good mood. The thought he was going to be able to come home today.

However, today he had a couple of more spells and they moved him to ICU. They changed his medicine which made him sick and made him cranky. But he's doing better for now. They're running more tests and he's got to have a CAT scan to gauge his leukemia (I forgot he has that; he's not taking treatment for it) to see if his lymphnodes are swollen.

So, we'll see. Just taking it one day at a time.
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.


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