Well, it's been a heck of a long time since I posted here. I guess I am not that interested in my own life. But something moderately interesting happened last night while we were all sleeping. Remember a while back when I posted about a large branch falling off one of the trees in our yard? Well, last night TWO large branches broke off. Apparently, what happened was that a rotting branch broke off, landed on a healthy branch under it and it's weight took the healthy one off, too. So our yard is full of humongous tree branches. I told the tree that "fall" means leaves, not branches. Silly tree. The branches are so long that they are reaching out into the street and blocking about half a lane of traffic. Today is Sunday. Too bad. The landlord must send someone to take care of this today. As soon as possible.
In the meantime, Yahoo has dumped Gerry and me both today. I hate Yahoo.
We saved up our pennies and we went to WorldCon. Gerry worked lots of overtime to get us there. We flew in on Wednesday, Aug. 23, arriving around 3:30 in the afternoon. Got to the hotel, checked in and headed over to Con reg. While at Con reg, we ran into Jeff Bohnhoff whom we hadn't seen in quite a while.Many hugs ensued. His wife, Maya, was on a panel(she's an author - Maya Kaathryn Bohnhoff) and we waited for her to be free while we got registered and got our badges, etc. By the time Maya joined us, (more hugs!)it was dinner time. We all headed for the hotel restaurant (BTW - this whole report won't be this detailed) and settled in to eat. I was havin some corn chowder - quite good corn chowder - when I realized that there was something in my mouth that was much too hard for what I was eating. My temoorary cap had come off. Oh, joy. NOT. Pain. Pain with cold, pain with hot, pain when air went across the #$$^*&^@ tooth stub. What to do? Check with the conceirge (however that's spelled). They wouldn't recommed a dentist, but they did suggest calling the local 1-800-dentist. And offered mapquest, etc. for finding whoever they came up with. But we hadn't even rented a car, just took the airport shuttle over to the hotel. I made the call (on my cell - hd to step outside the hotel), got a name and the information that if I could be there in 20 minutes, they'd squeeze me in. I told them I'd have to call in the morning after I'd had a chance to arrange transportation. I returned to the restaurant and started to tell the others what I had found out. Got as far as "If I could get there on 20 minutes. . .too bad we don't have a car." when Jeff said "WE have a car. Let's go!" Gerry agreed. So our tabs were paid posthaste and we dashed to the Bohnhoff's car(stopping off at the desk for the mapquest map). In no time at all, we were at the dentist's having called him on the way. Good people, good dentist. Got it all fixed in no time and didn't break us with the charges. Also cautioned that if it popped off again I should come right back. My weekend was saved. Cause five days in agony is NOT a good time. The rest of the con was spent like most cons are - hanging with friends, going to panel discussions, going to room parties, listening to filk concerts, etc. Denver won the WC bid for 2008. Then there was the trip home on Sunday. Home is Dallas/Fort Worth which has been having a drought and record high temps, etc. Well, we got on our plane, sat in our seats and waited. And waited. And waited. The weather in Dallas at the airport was such that we could not take off until it was safe to arrive. It was raining! Our flight was cancelled. We disembarked, got our luggage, went back upstairs, got a new flight, rechecked our luggage, went through security a second time, and waited. We were of two minds about all this. Elated because it was finally raining in D/FW but bugged at the inconvenience it had caused us. Oh, yeah, on the second flight we were not seated together. We were 20 rows apart. But we are grown-ups and that was merely an extra inconvenience. More later about the parts of the con not mentioned here.
Howdy. Not much going on in my life (is there ever?). I have finally recovered from my recent illness. Yay!! Am getting back to my routines, but carefully and slowly. Going to work on this weight problem, now.
Well, I guess this is going to be a short entry. I just came to LJ to read other people's goin's on and wasn't actually planning to post anything. But, I thought I'd just, sort of, check in. Love ya all.
Oh, I got new contacts - a different type - and it looks like these will work much better. The old ones wouldn't stay in place, would roll up in my eye (so delightful) and would pop out while I was watching TV. These don't seem to be doing that.
I haven't posted in some time, in part because I have had either very little to say or because what was on my mind was something I wasn't sure I wanted to talk about here. You see, I have lost a friend. No, my friend didn't die. My friend is very angry with me. So much so that she had her husband tell my husband to tell me to stop emailing her because it was infuriating her and prolonging the time it would take for her to calm down. My crime? I was unable to attend a function hosted by a friend of hers. Unable, mind you. Not unwilling. I would have loved to have gone. I tried apologising. I emailed an apology to the host. I never heard back from him, so I don't know if he got the email. But now I am in the doghouse for something that was totally out of my control.
The thing is - no one showed up at the function except my possible ex-friend and her family. And that made for a very glum evening for them. I have been to such evenings. It never occured to me to get mad at the people who didn't show up. And as far as I can tell, all her anger is aimed at me. What should I do? What would you do?
Oh, yeah, and I've been very ill for the last 2 weeks. We had to skip ApolloCon this last weekend because of it. So, no energy to deal with this problem.
Last Friday, May 12, we hosted a house concert starring Carla Ulbrich. This was the first time we had dne something like this, and we were kinda nervous, but it went very well and a good time was had by all.
Saurday night Carla was opening for the Austin Lounge Lizards and we went to see that, too. But first we had an ORAC meeting in the afternoon. We couldn't stay very long, because we had to get home to get ready, etc. etc. I love ORAC to pieces, though and wished we could have stayed longer - or at least that I had been more awake for the proceedings. Simon Balthop was there and he is such a cutie. I got to hold him which made my day.
After the Saturday night concert, Gerry, Rhiannon, faxpalldan, tmc4242 and Sam went to get something to eat. We were using the guidance system in Sam's car, which is an Accord. If you hear us giggling and muttinering "Stupid round eyes, you rost, turn reft!" and laughing like loons ask us to explain. There was a small dust up at the IHOP with some crazy or high teen girls in the lady's room, but I am tougher than any teenage girls and I won. I think. I was pretty tired and kind of loopy by then.
And today is Mother's Day. Happy Mother's Day to all my friends who are moms.
Testy. Getting almost run down makes me testy. Really testy. I say very rude things. It happened again two days ago. It wasn't nearly as bad as the other time in that this time it was more carelessness than anything else. Rhiannon and I were crossing the street, in the crosswalk, with the light and the sign that said it was our turn. The two left lanes were vacant, the right lanes had cars in them. They had the red light so they should have stopped. One of them did. But the car in the inmost right lane kept creeping up as we were walking toward it. When we reached it and it still hadn't stopped creeping (and was now completely over the lines marking the crosswalk), we realized that the drivr was watching traffic coming from the other direction and had literally not seen us. It was about 1 in the afternoon on a bright and sunny day and we are not invisible. We shouted to get her attention and she jumped and her head whipped around and then she saw us and stopped. We scurried around her car and darted for the curb. Once there we went on our way at a more sedate pace, but we fumed a bit.
Other things: Saturday night we are hosting a house filk. Ya'all come. And on Friday, May the 12th, we are hosting a house concert starring Carla Ulbrich!!
Now, if I could just get some rest. I haven't slept well for several nights and I am just dragging through the day.
All those blasted medical tests are over!!! All is (apparently) well. Yah.
It takes a heck of a lot of aneshetic to put me down, regardless of what anesthetic they use. This kinda scared the doctor, I think. But I am AOK and almost back to normal (oh, drat, I was hoping for improvement). And I've dropped 10 pounds. Yippee!! Only 40 more to go.
My heart tests came back okay! I do have a "left bundle blockage" but apparently it doesn't require any treatment or any further worrying. Yah!! I'm going to google that term, though and learn all I can. I love the information age.
So, med tests have been making me tense, tired, etc. Friday, 17 March, I had my first ever MRI.(It was for my neck area.) It was scheduled for early in the day. Gerry took me over (I don't drive). They took me in, slid me into the cylinder, and after 5 minutes of a 30 minute procedure, I freaked out. I was hyperventilating and shaking, etc. I have never had a problem with closed in spaces before, but this was extreme and noisy to boot. (They make you wear ear plugs.) So, they sent me to another facility with a more open style chamber. This took place at 7:30pm. It was open enough that Gerry could sit next to me and hold my hand the whole time. I about crushed his hand, but I got through it. Whew. I still haven't heard what, if anything, the results were. I already knew that my neck had problems. The discs are eroding and my neck is kinda stiff all the time.
Thursday, 23 March, I finally got to see the cardiologist. He listened. He thumped. A nurse did a sonogram. They hooked up a 24 hour heart monitor. They've already read the sonogram and called and told me, that it looked good. Friday morning, 24 March, I went in to the hospital for an upper and lower GI track endoscopy. They took off the heart monitor I was wearing and passed it off to Gerry so he could return it ($50 a day late fees get your attention right smart!) They put me under the anesthetic. When I was once again compos mentis, they told me they had not been able to do the lower GI track work because under the anesthetic I became "combative." I was apparently fine while they went down my throat, but up the other direction, I fought them. They increased the amount of sedative but no go. They told Gerry that they had enough sedative in me to drop a 350 pound man and I was still fighting. By that time they didn't think it was safe to add more and they didn't have an anesthesiologist right there so that they could change over to something else (assuming that was even possible at that point), so they had to give up. Wonderful. The prep for this type of procedure is at least 24 hours of clear fluids and a GALLON (literally) of laxative. And I am going to have to do it all over again. They told Gerry they would reschedule the part they hadn't been able to. This time I will have to be put out all the way with a different type of anesthetic. I still have a low blood sugar headache. And I won't hear from the cardiologist until next week sometime.
Tonight we are going to go see Carla Ulbrich in Dallas. I need a good laugh. ain't life grand?
Friday afternoon I got a call from celticdragonfly asking would I like to go to the North Texas irish Festival on Saturday? Selenite was going to be busy and the dragonfly didn't think she wanted to try a long day with two babies on her own. Gerry was working that day too so I said that it sounded good to me. Shawn and Rhiannon decided it sounded good to them, too. We are mostly Irish with some Scots and other stuff and besies - wolfhounds, there was a 99% chance of Irish Wolfhounds. I love giant dogs. Well, I love dogs and kitties and all manner of critters. But wolfhounds, oh frabjous day! And even more, I love Celticdragonfly and Maggie and Jamie. (And Selenite, but this was a husbands-free day.) So we went. It was a very long and tiring day, but loads of fun with lots of good music and booths full of all manner of nifty stuff from food to crafts to whatever. Even rides! We didn't do any of the rides, but they were there. And sure enough, Wolfhounds! Lots of 'em. And even more greyhounds. And a Great Pyrenees and teeny tiny chihuahuas riding in purses, and well, lots of puppy type critters.
And cool Irish dancers on one stage. Boy those folks have energy. I'd never seen this kind of dancing in person before, just on video tape, and there was more variety in it than I had first thought. I could see elements of ballet, square dancing and tap!
At one point we all sat down on the grass outside with a couple of funnel cakes and munched and talked and enjoyed the music (it was a group called Brother), and got covered in powdered suger. It was glorious. As Celticdragonfly said, "Sitting in the sunshine, listening to good music and eating funnel cakes with your friends. It doesn't get any better than this!" And she was right. Adventures go better with funnel cakes.
Later, Gerry and selenite met us at a Denny's not too far from my house and we had a late dinner. And that was loverly too. But I am still tired out and my body kinda aches. I need some pain meds and some rest!