It's a minefield out there

After Dad finished dry heaving, and after the 'if it gets worse, I don't care what you want, I'm dragging your ass to the ER' conversation (Dad and I are a lot alike - we both sometimes need a kick in the arse to do what needs done), Mom and I played a very relaxing game of Scrabble - relaxing because I won by something like 100 points). I could feel a tension headache lurking in my neck on the drive over, but figured helping the trees grow and getting my arse kicked at Scrabble would help relax me. HA! HA, I say!

So I was a pretty unhappy camper when Mom asked me to go shopping for her and gave me enough money for my xanax and firornal. Target andMeijer were both filled with screeching kids, team member radios squawking, the whole nine yards. To add insult to injury, my blood sugar crashed BIG TIME in the checkout line. Happy fun times! I got some McD's, went home, tried to play some more Scrabble (had to concede when I got something like my fifth round of NO FUCKING VOWELS!). The 'migraine' was so bad that trying to watch numb3rs literally amde me sick. The flickering... Have been alternating fiornal and vikes for a few hours, that's taken the edge off.

I think I'm going to throw up

Literally. Dad's not taking the levaquin so well. Or the levaquin's not taking well to some of the other crap in his system - whichever, he slept until almost five, and has been dry heaving since then, with a hellish nosebleed. We're thinking about bundling him up and dragging him to the ER.

I'm resigning as a member of the human race

Rep Foxx's remarks have spread around the intertubes like so much manure, but I've managed to avoid actually hearing any of it. But watching Rachel Maddow, I caught it. Maddow had Matthew Sheppard's mother as a guest and had enough class to ask Mrs Sheppard for permission to play the clip. I would have added an apology on behalf of the human race, but that's just me.

The perfect storm of homophobic bullshit this week has left me... well, as angry as a person who just lost a good friend and has a father recieving a blood transfusion and levaquin can really be. How can it possibly be any of anyone's business who sleeps with whom, who has what kind of kiny sex with whom, as long as the act are consensual and private?

Some days you're the pigeon...

And today, I'm the statue. Found out day before yesterday that a good SCA friend passed - colon cancer. And today i find out that dad has an infection and low white cell count. He's getting ready for a trandfusion now. Fun.

Note to self

The locally raised, grass fed beef from the local health food store is DIVINE - seriously, some of the best food I've had in awhile. But the swelling throat afterward? Not so great. Evidently what ever the hell I'm allergic to locally got concentrated in that delicious, wonderful beef. Phooey.

Tuesday Update

Dad's been having a lot of weakness/tiredness issues lately. Since he breezed through chemo the last time, we were all kinda terrified that he was either having a bad reaction to the chemo (indicative of a poor prognosis) or the brain tumor were expanding (see previous). He had a regular appointment with the oncologist today, and it turns out he has anemia. Praise Maude! Okay, not so much, because he has to get up arse early to get a blood transfusion tomorrow, but anemia can be fixed. Everything else seems okay, even perpetually gloomy 'if you really think you need treatment' Cancer Doctor Lady seemed pleased, and he gets another round of chemo next week. Remission is looking ever more possible.

One of These Things is Not Like the Other

Comcast interrupted a 2AM showing of the Papal Easter Mass with Girls Gone Wild ads in Pennsylvania. (source)

I'm not sure I can add anything - the funny pretty much flows naturally.