Monday, April 29, 2013

A little bit frusterated

I've been reluctant to post. Because...I want to say something FANTASTIC...or...IMPACTFUL...or... CAPTIVATING...but I've got nuthin'. Oh well. It is what it is.

I wanted to post some pictures of the SWEETEST LITTLE GIRLS IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD when we went glow in the dark miniature golfing last Saturday ..but they didn't turn out. And, I wanted to report what I came up with my new and improved title to my blog...but I'm having creative writers block, so still no title. And I love you guys for your private suggestions, most of which weren't posted on this blog... but while they were great, none of them were really me. And, I thought about talking about my
eh-hem...interesting medical issues, but that gets old and the stories that are interesting relating to it are...well...not entirely approperate for public consumption.

So I'm frustrated, because I want to blog, but I don't have much to say worth blogging about at the moment...

But I'm still here. so don't you forget about me. : ) I shall return.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

It's time to re-name the blog

It has been brought to my attention that the title of my blog is...well...weird. In case you didn't know, "I am the Walrus" is the title of a Beatles song, and it reminds me of a line I've always found amusing in the movie Ferris Bueller's day off."I quote John Lennon: 'I don't believe in Beatles. I just believe in me.' A good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus. I'd still have to bum rides off of people..."

I was already considering changing the title of my blog before it was brought to my attention that said title was "wierd" since the old title was representative of the old me, still married to and madly in love with Carrie, four years ago. Now seems as good a time as any to start anew with a new title.

So, what should it be? I'm taking suggestions. the best title suggestion may be the new title of my blog. If I like it better than anything I can come up with. And right now, I'm drawing blanks for a title.
Let me know what you think...

Friday, April 12, 2013

E.R. visit part 2

...Yeah, but I didn't make it to the E.R.

I woke up this morning feeling yet again like I was having a baby out the side of my abdomen or as the doctor referred to it today..."my right flank". Right Flank??? What, am I a horse?

Anyway, so I felt like I was going to meet my maker yet again for the second time in two days. This lasted for about three hours, but I decided this time to wait for my girlfriend to show up to take me to the E.R.  I thought this might be prudent in case they discharged me again, so I wouldn't be stuck sitting in the waiting room high on Morphine with nothing to do but watch Nemo and Dorie in the fish tank until someone could come and get me.

By the time she was able to get off work the pain wasn't off the Richter scale like it had been earlier. As a result I decided to try save a small fortune and see the doctor this time since the E.R. is quite pricey these days and they were oh sooooo helpful yesterday. It was time for a second opinion.

So...More blood work, more peeing in a cup, and an Ultrasound to come on Monday...what, am I pregnant? That would at least explain the PAIN, and the feelings of giving birth out of "my right flank"...but...since I'm a guy...

E.R. visit Part 1

So, I got to spend some quality time in the Emergency Room yesterday, and it looks like I may be on my way back. I could do without that.

I went into work yesterday and while I was there I was experiencing some discomfort in places that I won't talk about. I went home after an incredibly awkward conversation with one of my superiors in private about why I was leaving. After going home, I made an appointment with a doctor for a few hours later, and proceeded to wait, which failed miserably because my pain level went from about a 5 to an 11 in about an hour's time. So...I set off for Instacare because I didn't want to go to the ER because I didn't want to pay the ER's copay. Instacare woudn't touch me with a ten foot pole and offered to either call me an ambulance to go around the block to go to the ER or I could drive myself over there. I drove. Because there was no way I was going to pay for an ambulance to do what I could do in twenty seconds, no matter how much pain I was in.

So, after about 4 hours of lots of Morphine, peeing in a cup, bloodwork, and a Cat Scan, the doctor finally came in to say "we have no idea what's wrong with you. Go home." Okay, he didn't say it EXACTLY like that, but that's how it felt. Then, the nurses and hospital tech's came back and proceeded to push me out the door like I had contracted the plague and they would all come down with it if I didn't leave the building in the next thirty seconds. Very comforting.