Archive for September, 2015


Yes.  People come and go online.  I’ve seen it for all the years I’ve been Blogging and later on Twitter. 

I don’t use FB or anything else.  Maybe later I’ll sign up for other things? Maybe I have some other things that require accounts now? Maybe I just can’t remember?

But what I do remember is HIM.  I just looked at it and I’m tearing up.  Those tears are now falling and I’m crying.

I know where he geographically went–after we met. 

Just because I’m “Anonymous” doesn’t mean I meet and get to know people off-blog.  It depends.

Some people know pieces of my information, and the closer I get to others, they will have all of my information.  Full name, address, telephone number, personal email account.  Is there anything else? Well, if there is, they’ve got it!

A lot (or all) comes in handy when I get a chance to meet other Bloggers.  This would also apply to the people I’ve developed the same degree of closeness on Twitter.

Oh! Oh! Oh! If you feel comfortable enough meeting other Bloggers etc. DO IT!

I’ve met several of my Blogging Pals and it’s absolutely fantastic! I NEVER turn down the opportunity.

How many? Let me think.  Five? One lives relatively close to me so we meet up regularly.  A second one was the same but moved.  Still, he comes “home” so we try to connect then.

And don’t forget the cameras!

We talked about Blogging before my now gone friend came over.  That was since I was more “Anonymous” than I am now.  I was rather reticent. 

Yes, over time through friends making accidental mentions (truly hilarious because of being friends!) Me tossing things to the wind for readership.  Well?

The general population still wouldn’t be able to find me unless it was by accident?

But he was SO excited!!! He was from overseas and just couldn’t contain himself.  How could I say no? But One Condition.

He was a Scot.  I knew he could get me the real thing.  I NEEDED IT!!!

I’m looking at it now.  That’s what made me want to write this.  I took it off the…because I had to take IT off and put IT away…

Let’s put this in for the Anime and Manga Folks. 

If I didn’t have it, on a windy day running to school, it would raise too high, and boys noses would bleed.

In other words, my kilt.  And it actually did fly up so high on windy days, you could see my “lingerie.” Yes.  Pretty things under the kilt for wind.

Anyone’s noses bleeding yet?

He asked me what kind I wanted.  Knowing nothing of actual Scottish Kilt Pins, I just said, ” You Decide!”

I wore my kilt (and it was windy!)  He chose the most traditional.  A Thistle.  He was about 6’3 and I’m barely 5’2.  However, I had heels on. *laughing*

He bent down and put it on.  He was so gentle.  It almost seemed like some ceremony of sorts. *shakes head*

We continued to talk of all things over drinks until it was time to go.  I hopped in a taxi and he walked back to his hotel–after loads of hugs and kisses.

Where did he go? Where is he now?

CODA: I brought my Digital SLR
Camara but its battery died! I hopped off my barstool and sprinted across the street to get a Disposable.  He was agog at how fast I could run in my heels.

Men are funny sometimes.

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Useless Post but just for the point of whining and my closing Signature.

Spent couple hours writing. CRRRAAASSSHHH!!!

It didn’t save it as a Draft.  It even booted me out and made me log in again.

I’m also tired because the woman above me caused a flood in my Unit.  I woke up to rain in my kitchen in the very early hours of the morning.

That’s just another thing to bitch about so why not toss it in here.

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No doubt my readers from The Country of Scotland, The Gaelic, and Former People Lounging on Hadrian’s Wall, will know this expression.  This is due to its historical origin of these people’s Geographical Location.

Granted, that is purely anecdotal evidence from an old, Scottish Gentleman I know.  I have yet to find any Peer Reviewed Studies.

Also, there is a high probability it is known by the People of Great Britain, England, Wales and the Republic of Ireland.

And maybe some others.  Like me.  I live in Canada.  And I love what this means.

“PISS OFF! GO FUCK YOURSELF! GODDAM, BLOODY TOSSER! USELESS EXCUSE FOR A MAN! EVEN DATING MY DISGUSTING AND FILTHY BROTHER WOULD GET ME OFF FASTER THAN YOU!”

Well, now? *raises eyebrows*  That young lady sounded a little bit upset, didn’t she?

Using the expression might not make someone go totally mental, but what it means is this.  Although I did use it from a woman’s point of view.

Euphemism (or even literally?) to get on your bike and fall off your seat.  Then hit the VERY HARD metal crossbar, and crush your balls SO MUCH TO HELL.

To the point they are barely recognizable.

Any and everyone? Please chime in if I’ve got it wrong here.

I bring all these shenanigans up because I might be able to stop saying, “Get On Yer Bike!” to myself.  There’s no way I can go cycling now, and might not EVER be able to for the rest of my life.

But I accepted that.  Like so many other things that I probably won’t be able to do for the rest of my life.  It made me sad, mad, threw me into serious states of Depression, but I made it out.

There’s a chance I can no longer say that phrase anymore.  Maybe.  Recumbent Bikes.

A neighbour on my floor rides every day like nuts.  He seems almost like a Pro! He knows my health problems and immediately said I could do it with all of the types, what would be best for me.

So however you want to do it, “Get On Yer Bike!

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It took me a while to figure this out. 

If you feel like something is wrong with your health, have a diagnosis where you need help because things are a bit unstable.  What should you ALWAYS do?

Track things! Get a calendar, mark things down like a journal and monitor every and all changes! It doesn’t matter how small.

There were so many variables that took me so long.  The largest being my head such a disaster.  Head injuries can, to whatever degree, turn you into a wreck.  I still have both retrograde and anterograde amnesia from one.

A few episodes happened when I was discharged, but I didn’t clue in to write down dates.  They also just resolved with time.  Not a lot of time either.  Maybe two hours at most, and they were hardly as intense as before.

Everyone was still so focussed on a stroke at first, waiting for me to get my MRI, see its results…  That was going to take a month or more

Recently, I had two other episodes. They were one day after the other.  I certainly need to journal or track that!

The second one wouldn’t resolve after five hours, and was almost as bad as the one that sent me to hospital originally in July.

I finally broke down and went to hospital as I just couldn’t stand it anymore.  Yes, I am a VERY stubborn patient.  Don’t be like me!

I hadn’t thrown up like the first time, but guess how the Paramedics found me? Hunched down down on my knees with my head hung over the the toilet bowl. 

They gave me this traveling vomit bag.  It wasn’t completely a bag though.  It had a cardboard “box” at the top.  It was shaped like a Chinese Food Take Away Carton.

No offense to my Asian readers, here.  I mean it.  However, I couldn’t hold back from making a joke to one Paramedic and say, “This is what they give you when you have too much Chinese Food and it makes you sick.”

I was taken to a different hospital. Now, to treat the symptoms and “make me more comfortable” even though I was dying in pain.  Are you kidding me? 

Although, I actually passed out.  Are you seriously kidding me?

IV Fluids.  Standard.  IV Toradol which is an anti-nauseant.  I’ve had it before and it’s made me feel nice and floaty, but never knocked me out! Are you curiously kidding me?

Some other thing strung up and pumped into me.  I can’t remember what it was so maybe that doped me.  Are you illegally killing me?

Finally some Steroid. It was shot in liquid form, into my mouth via a syringe.  Are you weirdly killing me?

It was for “Rebound Pain” over 72 hours.  Okay.  Now you are RIDICULOUSLY AND STUPIDLY KILLING ME!

This is the best hospital in our city.  I want to go there ALL the time.  It’s only that they didn’t know the history (now irrelevant) and how to treat me properly (now irrelevant.)

Although, I will be going back to an EYE CLINIC they have there.  Yes, Clinic.  Not just some Dr. Who Knows.  I think even a Neuro Opthamologist.  Awesome!

Does anyone out there remember my TASE? Typical Absence Status Epilepticus? If you don’t, you can search for the Horror Show on the rest of my Blog.

It was catamenial.  That means, to do with your Menstrual Cycle and even days surrounding it.  I was lucky enough to have ditto for Ovulation.

Well, now I’m having the same with migraines.  I’m on my period now and those two one day after another? That second one where I had to go back to hospital?

Nothing has cleared up yet.

With this now in mind, I can EASILY track all the others from dates of my cycles.

This is a disaster.  More than.  Sweetie GP has been on vacation for the month of August.  I have an appointment soon.  She’ll probably agree with me:

WE HAVE TO GET YOU TO YOUR NEW GYNECOLOGIST FOR THAT PARTIAL HYSTERECTOMY NOW!!!

No kidding.  I have to stop getting my period! Moreover, I won’t even bring my anemia and how bad that is into all of this.

Also, Non-Arsey Neuro is going to call me as he’s away for a bit now too.  Stupid Summer Vacations! *laughing*

I will be suffering for a long time.  None of this will be resolved anytime soon.

I have to try for some kind of stopgap.  My Triptans can’t handle this.  I’m going to ask him about Ergotamines.  They might be VERY good for this in terms of how they work.  The dose schedule, no contraindications or med interactions for me.

Another neat thing about some is they can ease menstrual flow.  But I don’t know if that would happen for me at too high a dose.

There is a specific Ergot derivative to do this actually! It’s called “Ergometrine.”  However, it’s not used to treat migraines

So, that’s that. 

I think this needs to be handled ASAP.  If these migraines are bad enough to give a stroke presentation, and they will continue to happen on a regular basis? What (else) might they be doing to my brain?

I already have so many comorbidities.  Right now I’m living in a perpetual state of a very significant TBI. One that already affects so much of my daily functioning. 

It also does bring out features of my other comorbidities now that I think of it.  Absolutely.

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