Archive for the ‘Seizures’ Category


I think I’ve used that before.  When things have gone sideways, pear shaped, become frozen, completely imploded, people have been stalking me, I’ve been stalking me and many other things.

Here’s a new one.  I’m now visually impaired to some degree, so forget using my Mac.  Even tiny mobile screens can become brutal. 

“Visually Impaired?” you ask.

Modus diagnosis operandi is Continual Migraines.  Shrapnel in my brain, from being admitted to hospital for a Stroke.  That was a year ago.  Except it wasn’t a Stroke.  It just sure as hell looked like one!

So it was probably a TIA then.  They can present almost exactly the same way.  The primary distinction is no damage or insults to the brain, whereas a Stroke generally shows something when you look at any/all parts of it.

Plus YOU can show a lot after a Stroke.

Well, my brain’s been insulted a lot.  By seizures, falls, people telling me I’m stupid, and yes, prior migraines.  However, this is a different braingame.  Too much.

Migraines can mimic Strokes and TIA’s so I probably didn’t have one of those either.  It was “The Migraine Heard Around the World.”

I’m not kidding.  I’ve been through a lot of funky medical experiences but this? It was beyond belief.  Surreal.  My head really did explode.  Okay, it didn’t but at the time…you get it.  And my eyes.  Psychedelic and black vision.

Try to imagine that.

Now, blurry, photophobia, pain cognitive impairment.  So, sunglasses, don’t push using my eyes, dimenhydrinate, new med (Beta-blocker Propranolol) and cane. 

Now back to my Blog after that fun stuff.

This whole Blog has turned to shit.  I honestly think this is the lowest of the low.  It’s never been as bad as this.

I don’t have the imagination to imagine conjuring a beginning to begin fixing it.  Much less time.  The first thing would be my Blogroll. 

How many old and dead Blogs are lined up there like ratty, teenage socks, hanging out to dry but they’ll always reek? No doubt more than I already know.

Then, replacements.  I’ve met so many great people with amazing Blogs out there.  However, due to “Technical Errors” (i.e. I’m a fucking idiot) I never filed them along with my others.

“Look and Feel?” Oh, bloody hell.  Just the thought of it makes me feel nauseous.  And since I’m sick I’m already nauseous!

The plopping of my current template into (better said ONTO) another template can make you want to heave, simply by looking at it.  Run away horrified too.

Eventually. Hopefully.

I haven’t shut everything thing down after so many easy (and difficult) situations.  That must mean something.  Perhaps the fact, that it’s actually not the lowest of low after all.

Yet?


I mentioned on Twitter that it might, might be time for me to hang up my Blogging Hat.  Or, to say stop my Blogging Hands.  That would be more appropriate.

It’s not an ongoing, forever-we-experience, Blogging Crisis.  It’s not Writer’s Block.  I could think of many things to write about.

Things have changed.  Some that are easy(ier) to explain, some I don’t know if I can, but I’ll try.  Some I don’t even know if I can explain to me!

My Blog has been up for nine years.  I don’t know how long any measurement that means.  In terms of living, averages of any kind, but that’s pretty irrelevant, I think.

I mentioned the word, “living.”

Are Blogs really living entities? I believe the answer is a very firm, no.  We MAKE them living entities.

I made an analogy on Twitter as well, regarding the “feelings” between both my Blog and me, as a person.  I said, “I feel like I have phantom limb pain.”

It’s true.  Something has been severed.  The “living entity” I have created, that which was so connected to me…  It’s not anymore…  But to what degree, and even what part of my body, I do not know…yet.

Despite still writing a bit more, I have been tremendously unhappy with my Blog.  The beginning of things being severed? There were times I couldn’t even look at it.  Now, things seem so, terribly disjointed and I can’t fix them.

I definitely don’t expect you to understand that last sentence!

Does reading my Blog make me cry? *laughing* Of course not! It’s my life!

Thinking about my life might make me cry, but my entire life isn’t on my Blog.

The only times I’ve cried reading my Blog was years ago.  I would receive these Comments from utter strangers.  They would pour their hearts out to me and tell me I literally saved their lives.

I would sit and bawl my eyes out.  Why me? Who am I? I didn’t say anything? It took a LONG time to respond to people like that! But they were few.  I’m not being egotistical.

I write a lot about having no life.  Well, I do.  We all do.  Perhaps not as we’d always like it, but you can’t escape the fact.

How many hours have I Blogged, read other Blogs, spent time on Twitter when that came along later.  How about all day and all night?

At the time it felt just fine.  Really? Not so really. 

That’s not healthy.  I mean, for me it isn’t.  It’s an unhealthy escape.  Too easy to muck about when I need to focus on getting myself at least somewhat together.  Also, that “somewhat” is just a start.

How long has it been since I really got into my own writing? I mean really got into it? I have SO many unfinished projects, I haven’t sent any Submissions to anyone in ages. *sighs*

Am I done? I sure feel done.  This Post has been exhausting to write.  Difficult, too.  Don’t cry, PA!

*teardrops*

But for now, I’m still here.  I haven’t made a final decision. 

Maybe Dr. PA can perform some surgery on both sides; to mend herself and reattach what she brought to life and into this world.


Someone might be checking me out now.  Looking at my blog to find out more about me.  I’m not sure.

But that’s okay.  In fact, it’s great! I want you to know me!

However, if you are looking at my Blog and checking me out, know that I am SO much more than these words.

If you are reading, I hope you see this.  If you took a look and don’t come back? I’ll be so mad of not thinking of this sooner!

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“If it looks like a…if it quacks or whatever sound…if it…”

How many people out there have had experience(s) with strokes? Have even had one themselves? I’m finally getting around to writing about this.  Wraparound sunglasses that wraparound my glasses too!

Most convenient and necessary.  I’ve also had to really increase the View on babyMacAir.  The letters looked like ants on a page.

Also, not for Photophobia.  To me, that seems rather odd.

The sunglasses and a fabric eyeshade that allows virtually no light, are used for use and recovery of too much use! Sometimes I don’t, or won’t know how much I’ve used my eyes the day before.  I’ll only find out by the degree of headache I have?

I’m getting one now as I woke up well before sunset when I’d rather be still sleeping or fine with being up now.  Although I’d rather keep the post-TBI (and definitely mine!) out of this Post.

So I was at home watching TV (or it was on) and looking at something on my mobile.  I wasn’t doing anything special and WHAM! I was seeing so many versions of everything, it was like I couldn’t see.  Quadruple Vision?

NOTE: Before you go any further into seizure thinking, hang on for the rest I have to tell you.  Also, I have never even been close to having a photogenic seizure.  Also again, if you don’t know, strokes can happen instantly to anyone–babies to the elderly.

FIN.

I am probably one of the hugest Emetephobes on the planet. Emetephobia means fear of throwing up.  Mine came from my mother, who cared only about anything in the house becoming soiled.

Heaven forbid you have a sick child who might barf–on a kitchen floor that wasn’t even carpeted! So fear was instilled.  Now I have to become violently ill to throw up.  Extremely sick or something wrong.  Well, the latter implies the former.

Sorry.  (Possibly) Stroke Me can’t think very well right now.

Then, I felt it coming.  Oh, god.  Oh, GOD!!!

How many of us have had THAT experience? *laughing*

Trying to run to the bathroom when you just know you’re going to toss your cookies! No bowls, buckets.  

No cheeks either.  It has to remain in your stomach.  If it comes up to fill your cheeks? You’ll have an unbelievable geyser all over the room–and be thankful your mother wasn’t mine.

So, after Crazy Vision I started to sweat.  A lot.  But that calmed down when I got really weak and tried to avoid a geyser.  I made it to the bathroom.

The weakness was not bilateral.  But “Stroke Bilateral Weakness” is a bunch hooey! Depending upon what’s going on and where, you can be weak all over!

I didn’t know how weak I was, what side, all of me, but I do know it was too far to crawl back to my bed to call 911 (or 999 in certain countries.)  People, my living is pretty small.

Nonetheless, bathroom closest to hallway to knock on neighbour’s door.  Crawl across hallway, throw up again.  This time some blood in it.  Not occult, although a fair sized chunk of either blood or tissue that was tan-like in colour.  That is for any Professionals out there?

The red is just a tear somewhere? Or part of…  Occult is bad, although that is for other organs–not specifically my brain.  If it were, only an embolism would be capable of destroying things all over.  That said, I could or would be dead right now? This happened on July 21, 2005

Okay, on with the rest of the show.

My voice and speaking ability.  Total mess! The woman could hardly understand me to figure out to call 911.  The Paramedics couldn’t understand me because they asked if she lived in my place.  No. But she’s trying to find what they needed.

Mumbly, mumbly, mumbly! How many hours until I could speak again? I have no clue.  Also, post-TBI but have no memory of dealing with Doctor in ER.  Have the notes and I laughed out loud at how I was acting and what I was saying.

I couldn’t even tell him what brought me there! I was going on about prior medical problems that were totally irrelevant.  I clearly had no cognitive capacity to engage in conversation about anything! And again, what brought me there!

I had to wait for a bed on the medical floor.  I don’t know how long.

Oh, yes.  The worst of it all is I wanted to rip out everything from my eye sockets from the pain! I was in so much PAIN!!! Rip every piece of tissue out of those sockets until there are only black holes left!!!

This is getting pretty long.  I’ll save the hospital stuff.  I’m getting really tired too.  I need to rest.  All I do, but I finally have my MRI Scheduled! I hope they find something.

Not to sound whiny but it’s not pleasant.  Housebound, alone, feeling sick…yeah, okay.  Whatever.  A lot of others have it a lot worse and they’re really happy.  I should shut my yap!

Tell me what you think my readers.  I won’t tell you the number of other people that have told me what.

CODA: 20+ years of First Aid and CPR Training might have really helped me here.  If I didn’t know any better, I could have just slept it off, see how I feel in the morning.  How about you feel nothing because you’re dead.  Whether you had a stroke or not.

Everyone, if you EVER feel sick or off and you don’t know what it is. But something feels wrong.  Listen to your body and not your head!

And go straight to the ER.

FIN.


Hey Twitter People. I just got back from a 5 inpatient hospital stay.  Don’t know what happened yet as for some stupid reason couldn’t get MRI while there.

Doctor pissed off.  Me too.

Weird, unbelievable eye insanity, but other parts of body.  Plus being true emetophobe, actually puked.

Like, whoa.  That’s something serious.

Still having side/after effects.  My eyes hurt so much.  Seriously.  The whole part.  Want to rip absolutely everything from orbital socket to make the pain go away.

Also, I need to relearn how to walk again.

Seizure? Well…  For Days??? Rather, post-ictal for days.  No other things.

Time to put the zebra in front of the horse (stated based on medical expression.)

So too many things.  Need MRI to really see? Doctor and I have same idea.  Or similar.

People who have contacted or Followed me.  I will be back but need total rest for eyes.  So slow.

Thank you for reading. Do you feel ill now?


I finally figured out why I’m in so much pain while walking.  It’s not me.  It’s this crappy cane I’m using now.

It’s in heavy duty camo.  Pretending it looks like it’s all ready to rock and roll (stand and roll?) But it’s not.  It’s making ME rock and stand and roll!

So off (definitely!) today to get a new one.  AND A TELESCOPIC!!! An absolute must for me if I’m rockin’ and standin’ and rollin’ in a good way. 

Stick it in your bag or whatever and then just whip it out when you need it.

This is now where I start bashing people’s bodies apart with canes.  Even to the point of disembowelment if they really piss me off.

I’m tiny.  Even though the packets say I qualify for the shortest height, I sometimes don’t.  Even a 1/2cm or a bit more will make the cane too high.

This woman said the one I wanted was impossible to use.  I knew that! That’s precisely why I rip all of their merchandise apart to measure myself!

Hmmm…how can we even up things? Make this new cane short enough.

Wee PA smart.  Wee PA almost disembowel woman in store!!! We almost got into a screaming match.

My entire problem is two fold.  The length of the cane itself and then, when adjusting the buttons to the smallest settings, it further elongates everything.

The one I found was pretty outrageous.  However, I said to her we could swap the existing tip for a smaller one.  She told me that wouldn’t work and: TOO BAD! THEY’RE ON SALE!

OH, BITCH.  YOU JUST WATCH ME NOW.

Looked at the cane tips.  Got down on the floor like I was a human measuring tape and voila! I’ve already been walking with it and it seems just fine.

When I left, I couldn’t give her what she deserved.  Lucky enough to be dealing with other customers for her escape.

Moreover? I’m one of those gals when if someone says I can’t do things that are without boundaries (and especially if I’m a woman???)

THOSE WHO SAID IT STICK YOUR HEADS FURTHER UP YOUR ASSES. 

THAT MIGHT SAVE SOME OF YOUR HEARING FROM THE BOMB I’M GONNA DROP ON YOU.

SORRY EVERY ONE OF YOU WHO IS INNOCENT BECAUSE YOU WILL NOW BECOME COLLATERAL DAMAGE.

NOW.  LOOK THE FUCK OUT ‘CAUSE HERE I COME.

Thank you for reading. Do you feel ill now?


A Business Associate and great friend no longer works at her job.  I found out today.  Via a bounce email stating that fact.

I went out of my mind.  I actually started searching Obituaries since she didn’t tell me and we had just been in contact recently.

Why did she not tell me while still working on a project together and I was to see her this month.

I ended up calling and spoke to her replacement, I guess.  I begged him to contact her on my behalf.  To please tell her to contact me.

He said he’d speak to his Manager, but:

“Usually when someone leaves and they don’t tell anyone, it’s because they don’t want them to know.”

I’ve had some time to think and I’m wondering if this is pure, ADULTERATED bullshit.  As in, shut your fuckin’ mouth to your clients here because you’re moving elsewhere.

She was too good at her job to get tossed out of there.  Fuck.

That’s the apogee.

I haven’t said anything about this.  The already existing HELL.

My Mom’s gotten the boot to vacate her house.  With one month’s notice.  That’s criminal but it was only at the beginning of May so it didn’t matter.  So much for her to do.

She lives a distance from me but I’ve been trying to get there as much as I can.  Squeeze her in between so many appointments, hop on a train and so forth.

Now, I might be kind of sick.  Is it just exhaustion from all of the madness of too much I’m trying to accomplish? You, or rather me, can crash pretty hard if I do take on more than I chew.

But with a short period of time to rest, a fresh wee daisy! Not now.  Plus things that…just don’t sit right and have never happened at all.

Sweetie GP and I are trying to solve the puzzle.

The exhaustion refuses to abate.  All I want to do is sleep during the day.  I can NOT sleep during the day.  Once I’m up, I’m up.  I must have a near death virus to give me an hour or so of a nap!

Doctor’s Orders: Do NOT sleep during the day.  I cannot tell you how tortuous that is right now.

Couple that with Inzombia, things get even worse.  Due to all of this, probably the craziest battery of tests to be done is a Sleep Study.  Another Borg PA, but for sleepies, not a quick EEG for epilepsy.  Yay.

Time to pass out.  NEVER!!! I was standing in my kitchen and weak, spinny, where is my head? Gonna go down… Can I reach the counter with my hand fast enough?

That was a whole new experience for me! And if you’re curious about my epilepsy and it being a seizure? Nope!

I only have one type of seizure that will make me look like I “pass out.” However, it hits immediately and I lose all consciousness.  I regain consciousness in a few minutes or a bit less.  An Atonic Seizure.

A couple of more tests! CBC which is basic and always done.  Then, specifically my ferritin to see if my anemia has gotten worse.

This is a fun one though! A test I’ve never done like the Sleep Study! Granted, much easier and not as insane.

Sugar Base.  Or Sugar Line.  Whatever you want to call it.

TWO HOURS.

Draw blood and measure.  Drink uber-sweet beverage.  Wait.  Draw blood again and measure.  Compare.

End Result? What’s the deal about sugar and my body.  If there’s an issue, what to do to treat said issue.

I’m also awaiting a ring from a new Gynecologist.  My current one is extremely unprofessional and just plain mean.

With the new Gynecologist, discussions will be had about having a partial hysterectomy.  I will keep my ovaries, of course.  I still need my hormones! This is not a joke.  If you had my uterus inside your body, it would be abundantly clear!

I guess that’s it. 

I should try to sleep now?


Well, it looks like baby MacBook is still refusing to die.  If you’re a Mac user, the worst (of several) things you can see is a gray screen with its Folder Icon with a big question mark flashing.  DEATH.  It’s like a PC’s “Blue Screen of Death” that no Techie can EVER fix.

Well, despite not working on the next attempt at saving it? Here I am typing on it still.  Perhaps I should change baby MacBook’s name to baby Lazarus.

Personal Suicide?  Hmmm.

Let’s start off with the fact that I have had every discussion about the issue, up down, sideways, backward, forward, diagonally… Discussions? Debates? Arguments?

The right for someone to do it, they’re not in a proper state of mind, leaving ones behind so they’re selfish because pain for others afterward, just plain selfish themselves.  What else? Planning beforehand.  Who was that guy? Some Professor? He mapped it out for ages and was “in a proper state of mind.”

Or do people not think so?

What about euthanasia? Another one? I’m probably missing more I have “discussed.”

I really am not “Pro-Suicide” but I believe that in some situations, people taking their own lives has some merit.  When I was bedridden for 2-3 years, seizing non-stop, completely sick in terms of other parts of my body and losing my life–my prior life that I may not ever regain? Not being able to do the things I could before because of my questionable condition?

I flat out told my mother that I would take my own life.  I would kill myself because I would refuse to live my life as it was for n period of time.  I did tell her that it was n period of time.  I didn’t know the future so I would decide on my own.

“Discuss” that one folks.  However, I got better (although not completely to my prior life) before n period.  Thus, I didn’t have to make the decision.  Was I like the Professor? I had a plan? Roughly? Was I not in a proper state of mind?

Maybe I’m the only one who knows.  Nonetheless, I didn’t do anything did I?

Doing something.  Proper state of mind.  Planning beforehand. This is tough.

For those of you who don’t know, in the beginning of 2011 I made a suicide attempt.  And a big one.

Not that this is a “Suicide Guide Blog” but pissing about with chucking a bottle of pills (which I don’t advise) down your throat will only make you sick.  I’ve done it twice.

On the aforementioned date, I don’t even know how many drugs (aka pills from my many bottles of meds) I gulped down with a bottle of Red Wine.

If you care to look at my Page: “Been There, Done That…Psych Med, Lab Rat!” it not only lists all of the meds I’ve been on but updates at the end once I started to get on different meds to find a cocktail to stabilize me.  The majority at the top were ADs that I cannot take being Bipolar.  Some Bipolar folks can take them but they make me even worse.

That time, the only thing I remember was shoving loads of pills down my throat, trying to get help, saying fuck it, taking more until I felt unbelievably sick.  Memory gone.

Then I was found by one of the tenants in our house in the snow with no coat on.  Sound weird? Later, I pieced it all together. Complex partial seizure.  I’m always unconscious (lack of clothing) injuries on hand, torn clothing and maybe a tonic-clonic that followed (not uncommon) because I had a massive TBI.  Straight to the ER, straight to the ICU.  In a coma for a few days.

Why did I do this? Life was sucky, but there was a specific reason. And this reason had been on my mind for a long time.  Was I impulsive like my two prior attempts by throwing bottles of my meds down my throat with wine as a chaser, or did I think it was, “the right time.”

Because if I had the idea why for so long, was it really impulsive? Could I have not been in a proper state of mind for so long? It’s possible.  Your mind can do strange things.  Perhaps the attempt was an attempt to try and escape that situation? I couldn’t bear it after so long?

Maybe I’m the only one who knows.  Nonetheless, I did do something, didn’t I?

I suffered a lot from it obviously.  I’ve been told I’m actually lucky to be alive.  I always say I did die.  For without having the life support of the ICU I would have been dead.  Yes, I was fully intubated and on a respirator, another tube up my nose for more support.

Crap! Cough and remove the tube from inside, cuts on the side of my mouth! It’s all taped to your face.  Thoracic.

But I don’t remember any of that.  Well, fabric restraints in case I woke up, all out of mind and tried to pull, tear everything off me and being intubated! If I ripped that out of me? Possible uhhhh…damage?

But the biggest thing is I have both Retrograde and Anterograde Amnesia regarding the entire thing. None of those memories are ever coming back.

Even when I awoke from the coma, everyone thought I was all conscious and “there.”  Not at all.  I only remembered a guy from the Psych. Ward wearing a light blue Golf Shirt.

Then I was gone again–even though I was talking.  And it continued.  Even after I was discharged.  Just a few pieces of things that happened retained.

It’s kind of rare to have both Retrograde and Anterograde Amnesia at the same time.  That is to say surrounding one event? I believe so.

Would I attempt suicide again? Yes, I might.  That has always been written on this blog in Post after Post.  I’ve never made it a secret. I am mentally ill! Or I have mental health issues, if you prefer. They’re not going away.  Neither is my life in living with them.

In fact, I was desperatey suicidal last night.  I fought so hard to just jump off my balcony! That wouldn’t have killed me.  Just broken me up a bit.  Snapped a lot of bones and such.

I’ve been skydiving so I know how to do a PLF.  That’s what I would have done.  So I really wouldn’t have died.  I just wished that I actually would have.


In my last Post I said I was going to AA.

That entire prospect is scaring the shit out of me right now.  My head is spinning and racing, questioning, “WHAT IF IT DOESN’T WORK???”

Intellectually, I know that’s entirely stupid.  Joining a support group isn’t going to magically make my addiction problems disappear.  But I’m still freaking out about going.

I’m so fucked up with my addiction problems and going to AA, I’m now at the point of of being suicidal.  Oh, fab PA.  Just fabbo.  Layer it on.

And I mean ACTIVELY SUICIDAL. 

Fuck doing a cutting.  That hasn’t, or hadn’t, entered my mind since I’m writing about it here.  I honestly have no desire to do a cutting.  Just kill myself.

Oh, and forget going to hospital!

“Hi. I want to kill myself.  I was going to do it tonight but I came here for help instead.”

“Why do you want to kill yourself?”

“Because I’m an addict and I want to go to AA, but I’m totally petrified of it and me not getting better and the only thing I can see is offing myself in the next five minutes!”

BANG! Straight into some Detox Hell I go, with no Psych or Medical needs…well, that I need!

Obviously not an option.  Well, to admit myself.

OD? I have so many pills left over from extra refills and when I was trying to get my seizures and moods under control from losing my Clobazam for so long.

Think about it kids.  I was UNDERMEDICATED FOR YEARS.

No wonder I was so fucked up! That’s why I’m now on huge doses of my other two.

Turn (CRANK!) up the volume to maybe save this girl? Nobody knew for sure but some magic did occur.

All the seizures stopped.  It’s been about a year and a half.  My Anticonvulsants do double duty.  Epilepsy and Bipolar.  That’s why I was also going out of my mind for so long as well!

Moods okay too.

Except now.  I’m not cycling.  At least I don’t think so because nothing before the serious business about AA.  The suicidal thoughts? I feel better now that I’m Blogging about it.

So, no.  I’m damn near the fastest Ultradian Cycler of the Bipolar Ultradian Clan.  I’m like a Revolving Door.  In and out, roundabout in 24-48 hours. 

It’s almost a blessing in disguise.

Okay.  I barfed, or bled, or shit all over the screen for you here.  My selection would be shit.

Thanks for reading.

Will WordPress on my mobile FINALLY work?


First, I’d like to say a MASSIVE “THANK YOU!” to all of the new people–and all the others–the “old?.” *laughing*

But thank you so much for all of your new Blog Follows, your Post Likes, and Twitter Follows as well.  I am not boasting or trying to sound vain.  I never do that.  Unless I’m writing so crazily (or not?) about something, it might come across that way.

The point I’m trying to make, is that there have been so many of you.  I can’t keep track! My Inbox can get flooded and I can’t check all of you out! I want to, but on the mental market? I’m not the latest cyborg for sale.  I’m used and a refurb where the Techs didn’t do such a good job.

So I’m sorry for that.  However, I do have everything neatly organized and filed.  I can find all of you, so when I get… *sighs*

My blog sucks, as of late too.  I have a theory about all of you new people; why you’re flying all around my head, then eventually landing straight on it!

NOTE: I am in no way comparing my New Followers like any annoying insects.

My theory is, you are stumbling upon Posts from the past.  You read them, and think, “Hey! This chick’s really groovy ‘n keen ‘n lots of other ‘n stuff.   Or ‘n AWESOME one! This chick’s really out there ‘n I have no clue what sort of person but I’m kind of confused ‘n scared ‘n so curious ‘n at the same time…”

You latter folks are the bravest of all.  It’s like a, dare in your mind to nail me on my Blog, upcoming Posts and new Twitter jazz.

As far as Posts from the past, and how many of you “old guys” are perhaps still around?

I know I put a lot of you through a lot of shit! I know people have given me online defenestrations! I probably deserved it.  Then, there are all of those who have done the same–I just haven’t known about it.  Anonymous Defenestration! 

Me being tardy? My MacBook is totally screwed, so I just tried to replace some things on my Sidebar. Then, for some reason all of my months of blogging became a list!

That proves it.  A little tardy but this blog’s been up for eight years.

Supreme Insanity.

I’ll still keep blogging though.  In doing that?

Beyond Supreme Insanity.