As I Post, Weak and Weary...

Damn, I'm tired. I didn't sleep well last night. I had a great night; Kelly and I watched our shows, had a good dinner, and we rested a bit. Well, I rested a bit while she studied. So, we climb into our delicious pillowtop queen bed. Kelly falls asleep straight away while I sit there awake and no prospect of sleep. I decided to watch Samurai III: The Duel at Ganryu Island. I watched the whole thing and was yet unable to fall asleep. Side note, Mifune Toshiro was a badass. Check his stuff out, but if you have heard of him, you already know this. I couldn't fall asleep until 4:30 this morning. I had to wake up at 8:25. I have not been a happy monkey today. I am grouchy and grumpy and a bevvy of other adjectives taht start with the letter G. If only my brain were not so groggy, I could think of them. In any case, I just wrote to say that if you ever get time for a nap, grab it with both hands and don't let go. I am sad I didn't get that opportunity.

Just Relaxing

I am very happy with my new bed. I had an Odyssey to get it, though. It all started off that I drained and dismantled my waterbed because Jason was going to give me his queen pillowtop bed. I went to my brother's house. We got the U-Haul truck. We took his bed apart and put it in the truck. We brought the couch from the basement and put it in the truck. We dismantled the desk upstairs and brought it down and put it in the truck. We took the couch to my Papa's. We brought the couch in and set it up. We took a chair from my Papa's and put it in the truck. The chair went to my mom's, where it was unloaded. Next, we went to IKEA and Jason and Susie proceeded to choose their new bed. There was a break for Swedish Meatballs and Lingonberry juice. After waiting for the furniture, we put it in the truck and went to my apartment. We unloaded my new bed and set it up. Returning to my brother's place, we unloaded his new King bed and brought it all upstairs. We also had to rearrange the room. At this point, Jason and Susie were going out to Clawson to drop off the desk. I decided to go home. I got to sleep on a real bed, and a really comfortable one at that. Here's to a good night's sleep!

Disturbed - Land of Confusion

I was listening to the radio, and I heard a familiar song from my childhood being rocked out by a very good rawkin band. Land of Confusion (originally by Genesis) was being thrashed by Disturbed. Very good. Very, very good. My first thought is that if they have a new album out (didn't know that it was out), then I have new workout music. Today, I had free time in the computer lab. Somewhere I got a link to the video, which was done by Todd McFarlane. Yes, that's the guy. That Spawn creator. I was expecting quality, but I wasn't expecting such blatant social and political commentary. Don't get me wrong, I don't disagree with it! In fact, I quite liked it. I was reading some of the comments about it on YouTube, and was struck by how little people know about the world. Oh well. In any case -- video goodness embedded below. In case the video does not embed properly, here's the link: Disturbed - Land of Confusion. I'm out.

One of the Longest Nights...

I was at work last night (Thursday), and I was a closer.  I was set to get out at around 11:30, after clean up and check out.  However, I left at 10:15 instead.  Kelly was brought up to Novi, curled up in a ball and hyperventilating. Enter Emergency Mode. I rushed her to the closest place I can think of -- my dad's house.  Kevin woke him up for me so he was sentient when I got there.  Kelly was having a panic attack and her chest pains were worse.  She was not in a good way.  I think she overexerted herself by going to school and work.  We thought the antibiotics were working, but I guess that was not the problem. Dad sent us up to Beaumont with a specific set of instructions.  We were to get a chest X-Ray and blood test to rule out possible blood clots. And here we were without insurance. Kelly got her gown on and laid on her gurney.  Rene came and got the X-Ray ordered post haste and we got down there.  A couple minutes after the pictures were done, Rene came back and whisked her away to the Triage to go get a room.  Blood was drawn, and EKG ordered, and then we played the waiting game. Dad got us sandwiches and we got good news -- EKG clean, blood test clean, and X-Rays lovely.  I always knew she was photogenic. Turns out it was pretty much crazy acid reflux.  A couple grand later, and we find that out.  Ugh, I shudder to think of the bill. So, Prilosec and Maalox later, we are home and sleeping in our uncomfortable waterbed.  It is 3:30.  We were supposed to be home at 11:50.  A long night, but at least Kelly will be better.

Very Stressful Weekend

I just came out of a very stressful weekend. It all started on Wednesday when I was at work. I got a voicemail from my mom saying "Don't worry, but your Papa (her dad) is in the hospital. His leg (that has been bothering him for months) was red and swollen and hurting." So, when someone tells you not to worry, don't you immediately do the opposite? The rest of my night was shot and I could not concentrate on anything. The next day, Kelly and I ditched class early to go visit him. He was just hanging out watching the Tigers lose. He looked tired, but all right. My aunt came down from Canada the next morning before his surgery. What surgery, you say? There were no less than five blockages in the arteries in his legs, which is one of the reasons he has not had feeling in his legs for the past few years. He was to have an extensive angioplasty to get rid of them. He went in to surgery on Friday at 2:30pm. He was supposed to be in at noon. He got out at 8pm. I was a wreck at work. I told them if a phone call came from me, I was leaving immediately. No ifs, ands, or buts. A phone call would mean the worst. Thankfully, there was no phone call. He came out beautifully. He has feeling back in his right leg, and his left leg, the bad one, has circulation. He can wiggle his toes for the first time in years. On Sunday, I took my aunt Dee to dinner at Famous Dave's (because that was the only way for her to see Kelly) and before we left the hospital, he was shuffling to the bathroom (using a walker), and it did not hurt. He has had shooting pains when he walked for many years. This might have been his own little miracle, and he deserves it 100% Now, for Kelly. Sunday morning she woke up and her chest hurt, like it was congested. I had to work, but I got her chest congestion meds and doped her up. She was feeling moderately better by the time Dee and I got to see her at Famous Dave's. Monday morning, she was worse. She had to go to work at A&W, and about an hour and a half into work she called me in tears. That is the worst feeling ever. I raced over and took her to the medical clinic to see a doctor (since my dad is in Vegas, the asshole, hehe). We sat in the waiting room for over an hour and a half. When we were seen, the doctor mistook Kelly's explanation of chest congestion and pain when breathing to mean "I am having a heart attack." ...which was wrong. They didn't do too many tests since her insurance does not kick in until December, and we got the prescriptions for free. She gave us Advil, Clarinex, and Thalomycin (or something like that). The rest of the day I took care of my baby. She felt like crap and thought she was being a burden. I just know that the next time I get sick, she is going to have her hands full. I just like being able to take care of her. Today, she is sleeping and I am at school. I just kicked the butt of a test and have a presentation in about twenty minutes. After that is a break and then my last class before returning home for the day to pamper her. If she is lucky, I will get her The Little Mermaid.