The things in my head go 'round and 'round

I have been whining for the past couple of months about my health.  My shoulder had been hurting me since before the summer, and I was doing physical therapy for it.  That ended when I got a cortisone shot in it just before Christmas.  Then the week after Christmas I got this weird on the top of my left foot that turned into cellulitis.

That turned into a whining session on my part of the highest order.  Partly because it really hurt, and partly because….well…I can be a whiner when I am in pain.  Went to the Dr. about that one, thinking that I had been to the Dr. in the past couple of months more that I had been in the last freaking year.  The pain with the foot traveled from the top to the bottom and kept me out of work for the week between Christmas and New Years.  Looking back on this, I think that this is where I started with the blood clots.

Yes, blood clots.  I was at a friends house helping him brew his first couple of batches of beer when I noticed I was really out of breath.  Just talking was making me gasp, and I was sitting down more than I usually do.  Went to work the next day and just walking from the parking lot into the store I had to sit down and catch my breath before putting my coat away.  That wasn’t a good thing.

I called my Dr., and after listening to my whining again I was sent for a Cat Scan.  Imagine my embarrassment when I found out that they really didn’t want to scan my cats, that it was the name of a procedure.  Hopefully the cats will forgive me at some time.

Anyway, after the scan I talked to my Dr. who told me to go home and pack a bag because I was going to the hospital.  So that is what I did, and that is also where it gets weird.  Because I went home, tossed some clothes in the washer, made a sandwich, grabbed a bottle of water and relaxed.  After transferring my clothes from the washer to the dryer I was walking by my cell phone and saw that I had a couple of calls on it.  Picked the phone up, and it rang.  It was my Dr. wanting to know where I was.  And not in a friendly voice.  She yelled at me.  Asked me what I was doing.  Told her I was doing what she told me, I was getting some things together for the hospital.  She didn’t think that that was funny.  So I went to the hospital.

It seems that both of my lungs had “extensive pulmonary embollisms”.  Basically, a whole bunch of blood clots.  If she hadn’t have told me to go home and pack a bag, I would have been at the hospital a lot earlier.  It really wasn’t my fault.  Just a small mis-understanding.    And that is my story.

I will talk about the hospital stay tomorrow. Right now, I am bushed.

Thank you guys very much for being so concerned.  It touches my cold, black heart to know that there are so many folks out there who care.  MLW is also very appreciative of the words of support.  You guys certainly do rock.

I used to have a Leaf Nazi.  Specifically, I used to live next to a Leaf Nazi.  Her and her husband were renting the house next to ours.  She was a nice enough person.  As long as you didn’t talk to her too much, or look directly at her.

Our Leaf Nazi had a particular trait.  She liked her driveway, and walkways to be completely cleaned of any debris.  Sweeping was her compulsion.  Constant sweeping.  Morning and evening.  And one of our trees loved making her crazy.

yes, I said one of our trees loved making her crazy.  Now, we humans anthropomorphize everything.  We do it with our pets, some of us do it with plants, you get the idea.  I swear that this tree had it in for our Leaf Nazi.  Why?  Because this particular tree would hold onto its leaves way past when all the rest of the trees on the block had dumped theirs.  This tree has been here since the house was built back in the early 50′s.  It has been around the block, so to speak.  I don’t know why the tree did what it did with its leaves, but I do know that it would drop some leaves each day.  The Leaf Nazi would come out of her house, grumbling all the way.  She would then sweep them off of the drive and go back into the house.  And the next day, the tree would drop some more.

I think that the tree is missing the Leaf Nazi becuase today I was out raking the lawn where “raking the lawn” means I was running the mower over the leaves so that I could empty the bag on the compost pile.  And the tree has 90% of its leaves still on.  Waiting.  Waiting for the Leaf Nazi.

Who no longer lives next door.

Crazy.

Growing up, I was always taught that bitching and moaning about something never accomplished anything.  So if all you were going to do was bitch and moan, you just needed to shut up.

Period.

As I have gotten older, I have actually found the joy, and comfort in bitching and moaning about things.  Things that you know aren’t going to change.  Peoples religious beliefs, same with their political beliefs.  The behaviors of your friends and family.  The behaviors of yourself. 

And therein lies the rub.  You know yourself better than anyone else.  You know what you think, and what you feel.  And we still don’t always do what we should for ourselves.  Doesn’t that just suck?

Sorry I haven’t been here for awhile. Well, I actually have been here, I just haven’t been, you know, HERE. I have been doing some research and building some other blogs. I seem to like punishment.

Go figure.

Anyway, I am now trying to fing my way around my new laptop. The old one finally died. It was a slow, painful sickness and death. But it has been put to rest, and I am trying to find my way around this computer.

Just wanted to keep you in the loop.

I have talked about Chester Cheetah many times, discussing his descent to the dark side.

Now we have the Quiznos Oven talking in their latest commercial. In that smooth, dark voice. The one where someone is lured to mayhem.

You heard it hear first. Quiznos is in league with Chester Cheetah.