I spent around 45 minutes just well...vomiting up  my lungs is the only thing that covers it. Seems I had to pay for the one good thing that went on tonight.

On the good side, the steriods have me starving.  The bad part is I have no foood here! Win some lose some.

I keep getting these spasms in my lungs. No idea what the deal is still pulmonologist tomorrow hopefully.


And no, I did not get sick so I could have internet. Ha ha ha.

 OK. So. Room 410B Oswego Hospital. I've so far had dye injected in me, gone through a tube, and had shots in my stomach. Moving more than a foot or two I can't breathe that great and wind up with my O2 down in the 80's (high 90's is what the body needs) its dropped into the 70's. They are spending time eliminating what it isn't right now. Which means a lot of tests. And the words "Alpha One" have struck terror into my soul so deeply I'm not sure if I'm even processing the concept. TB has me kinda "meh" the best heroines get that. And the idea of something simple like having an O2 take at home suddenly doesn't seem that big a deal anymore.


So, I am on O2, I am on a bunch of meds (again) and I am here for at least a couple days.


Anyhow. 349.5818 if you know me, you know the area code. Or find me on messenger. I'm tired, I'm bored and I'm not able to move far. Can't use my cell phone but I have the laptop.



And no fucking hugs. I will stab you.



Seriously.

 Pneumonia again.  Waiting for a bed. Will let everyone know the room when I do.

 So stressed right now its not even close to funny. I managed to have a massive breathing issue complete with an ambulance Thursday afternoon, then Friday I wound up puking up the contents of my lungs. Not stomach, lungs. Apparently, I wasn't over the pneumonia and now on top of that, I've got bronchitis on both sides. I lost my camera (or rather Tarquin lost it) I'm on steriods (again!) and am what you'd call slightly psychotic at the moment, and on top of everything else, I'm beyond short on my rent. I can't take much more really. I think I'll go hide for a while.

Bronchitis this time. Going home now. 

 Didn't make it. In the hospital right now again.

Sorry. I tried.

 90 people get the Swine Flu and everybody wants to wear a mask. 5 million people have AIDS and no one wants to wear a condom.

 I am super relieved I have a doctor's appointment finally. Today. I can barely breathe at all and I'm worried about making it through the rest of school today. I've had an issue finding a doctor to see me since my visit in the hospital. But part of me is honestly worried that they're going to shove me back in the hospital. My breathing is that bad today with all this wet.


I'm really tired of this. Wore out and just don't want to keep trying.

 It looks like London January 2010 after all! Of course, this isn't set in stone, but I have started planning and working on getting the papers I need and working on putting my deposit together. Since its a 3 credit course for school I've got my resources to go then I initially thought I had. But still, a little fundraising later will not go amiss.

I am uber super massive major excited right now. After a long time of argument, I finally have a darling little Puch Maxi! Mine is a 78 and will need a bit of work, like cleaning it up and cleaning or replacing the carb and then getting it running. But I'm super super happy. I realize its not the cure for swine flu (which I'm fairly sure I'm suffering from right now) but its a big deal to me!


Now to lose more weight. The idea of my fat ass hanging off the back of this bike and looking like a deformed Shriner just doesn't appeal.

I hate when I miss porn.



School is nearly over but probably not any sort of vacation to look forward to. I've got a ton of cleaning to do, I'm still not in the best health either. The house looks nasty. But, its supposed to be actually HOT this weekend (up to 84 by Saturday) so maybe I can pull up the windows and empty the place and get it actually clean.

Also need to pay my internet bill and get net on at home again so that I can get ebay listed ASAP.

And on top of everything else, a spiritual crisis. And the part scaring the hell out of me is the decision I appear to be moving towards. I never figured I'd have this.

The last few weeks my stomach hasn't been able to handle some foods, (Slim Jims mainly) but one thing we've been eating a lot of is chicken wing dip. But this stuff is so packed that really, its a meal trust me. There are a bunch of different recipes but all we do is:

Cover the bottom of a baking pan with cream cheese. You'll have to gauge how much you need, but I used 2 bricks on a huge 9X12 pan. That made it thick but not too thick. Then in a bowl, mix up 2 of the biggest cans of chicken you can find, add an entire large bottle of hot sauce, and half a jar of Marie's blue cheese dressing. I actually like a whole jar, but that might be too much for some. Mix it all up really good, breaking the chicken up and then spread it on top of the cream cheese. Then dump two bags of shredded cheese on top. I like the mexican mix cheese, but sharp cheddar tastes really good too. We've also shredded cheese ourselves sometimes, and we've learned we like smoked cheeses, parm, mozerella (use more sauce with this cheese) and I like the orange super sharp. But lets face it, shredded is cheaper so you might want to save this for special versions. Put it into the oven until the cheese melts. Depending how big it is, you could have it in 20 minutes. We like to eat it with celery or the Scoops chips.

After weeks of being ill (and no, I'm still not really better) my house is a huge, and I do mean, HUGE, disaster. Can barely walk in the kitchen, dirty dishes enough to fill a bathtub, and just in general clutter all over. So today, I stayed home because my lungs felt terrible and meanwhile I've been cleaning at least the living room. I've got it nearly done, and since the heat is all gone, moving means staying warm. Although we did rig up a generic kotatsu, which allows us to put at least our legs under the blanket. These tables make total sense not just in Japan, but here in Upstate NY. It does help to take the chill off. So I think I may invest in a real one. I've never been that into my tables anyhow (although they are super nice) so I'd welcome a chance to replace them. And c'mon, a kotatsu with huge pink coverings?? *weg*

I need a GOOD English subtitles of Metropolis. Anyone got a good torrent?

Defense Attorney:
Will you please state your age?

Little Old Lady:
I am 76 years old.

Defense Attorney:
Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night of April 1st?

Little Old Lady:
There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside me.

Defense Attorney:
Did you know him?

Little Old Lady:
No, but he sure was friendly.

Little Old Lady:
He started to rub my thigh.

Defense Attorney:
Did you stop him?

Little Old Lady:
No, I didn't stop him.

Defense Attorney:
Why not?

Little Old Lady:
It felt good..... Nobody had done that since my Albert died some 20 years ago.

Defense Attorney:
What happened next?

Little Old Lady:
He began to touch my breasts.

Defense Attorney:
Did you stop him then?

Little Old Lady:
No, I certainly did not!

Defense Attorney:
Whyever not?

Little Old Lady:
His touching made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't felt that good in years!

Defense Attorney:
What happened next?

Little Old Lady:
Well, I was feeling so "spicy" that I just laid down and told him "Take me, young man. Take me now!"

Did he take you?

Little Old Lady:
Hell, no! He just yelled, "April Fool!" And that's when I shot him, the little bastard.

I think Tarquin may not care for the new curtains.