Babbling

[maystone]

Don't you love this icon? I snurched it from ghoulsis and it's by rubyredblood.

I'm waiting for the ranidine to kick in and stop the stomach pain. You know, I've already taken morphine, don't you think that would do it in the "stopping pain" department? No. Actually, I'm beginning to suspect that the morphine is causing the stomach pain (which is really intestinal so why don't I stop calling it stomach already). I find it ironic that a major pain med will cause pain, but then my life is filled with irony these days.

liquidize and sffan will be here this weekend. I haven't seen my babykins in many months now, and sf is like my little sister so it'll be a family reunion of sorts. And hopefully that means that they'll forgive the messy bathroom and the cluttered house, because neither Dar nor I are up to a major cleaning these days. Although truthfully Dar does most of the cleaning for those major occasions. I keep offering to clean the bathroom (and I do spot clean it nearly daily), but for the major cleaning she prefers to do it herself. It's the nurse in her; the place isn't just clean afterwards - it's antiseptic.

The same with the floors; Dar does the mopping. I'll sponge off any spots I see on the kitchen floor, but I rarely will actually mop it. I blame my dad. He was a traditional male in the bad sense in that he didn't believe that he should ever have to do housework. (That changed rapidly and suddenly when my mother left him and he was responsible for keeping the place clean on his own.) Anyway, the one thing he would do around the house was mop the floors. Or, as he would say, "swab the deck." Yeah, he was an old Navy guy. Consequently the only job I never had to do when I was growing up was clean the floors. And I'm quite happy keeping it that way.

Come to think of it, my father would use a lot of naval slang. Swab the deck was a given. But underwear was always referred to as skivvies and the bathroom was frequently called the head. Marines were always jarheads. Which reminds me of a joke.

A marine and a sailor were using a public bathroom to pee. They both finished at the same time. The marine headed over to the sink and the sailor walked towards the exit. The marine called out to the sailor: "Hey, swabbie. In the Marines they teach us to wash our hands afterwards." Without breaking stride the sailor replied: "In the Navy they teach us not to piss on our hands." ::rim shot:: Thank you, folks. I'll be here all week.

I better not have to go on dialysis. Hemodialysis is three times a week. Three times a week for the rest of your life. My best friend's brother has been on it since before I met her over 30 years ago. He spends every Thanksgiving in the hospital getting his kidney rinsed out, because his dialysis is Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. How can I travel and be on dialysis? Huh? Not that I'm traveling now, but I have plans. And I refuse to believe that I'll never get to carry them out. So . . . shit.

I shouldn't borrow trouble. I have no idea what's going to happen. Stop with the foot-stomping. And dialysis is better than the alternative which would be death. But still, I'm going to be really quite disappointed if I don't get to swan about the Scottish moors at some point. Just so you know. (You in this case being the Universe. The Big "U".) (And the Universe yawns and says, "Take a number.")

Is there anything better than a summer night, listening to the crickets droning? Well yes, probably, if you want me to be completely honest, but it still ranks way up there. The best thing about summer is the night. Once the mosquitos buzz off. No pun intended. OK, maybe small pun. I loved summer nights when I was younger. Hanging out with my friends. It was the best time to be young. I don't miss my youth as much as I miss the things that I did when I was young. If that makes any sense. I miss the cameraderie that the young have with each other. That disappears when you get older. Friends move apart, not emotionally really, but the paths start to diverge. School. Job. Marriage. The focus switches from the group to each individual path. And you find yourself looking for special occasions to gather together when it once was as natural as breathing that you'd be in each other's presence.

Commune, kids. It's the only answer.

And the question is "Why the fuck are you still awake?"

Let's try this sleeping thing again.

Comments

[malterre.livejournal.com]

I am glad there is a doctor out there who is finally willing to take a serious look at your conditions. (And it makes me want to take a copy of the x-ray of your damaged parts and bitch-slap your former GP with it)

Summer, I understand. That sweet, heavy night air because all the leaves are arching over and holding the moisture-and you had no school the next day. One of my favorite things is driving to Fat Boy Bill's with the windows open and the radio going.

I too, miss being able to just step outside and into being social.
:(

[maystone.livejournal.com]

yeah, I'd love to be there when she gets these next reports back. Take that, bitch! She'll probably still think I'm faking it, though :)

I miss gaming, you know? Those were wonderful times. I don't belly laugh that often anymore, and you know you were guaranteed at least three gut busters during every game.

[saintpip.livejournal.com]

HMT always says that about when he goes to the head, only about Indians (the Native American kind...which they themselves term Indian, or at least the ones I know do). *L* He also says he never, ever touches anything in a public bathroom w/ his hands.

Oooooh, PLEASE give liquidize (my darling niece!) a huge hug from me!

I agree about the friends thing...I have none here (my fault in many ways) and miss having them everywhere when I was young and the only rule was getting home when the street lights came on.

I miss riding my bike, too.

Oh, and dandelion is good for the kidneys, and milk thistle ROCKS for the liver...can you take them? It may not help in huge amounts, but even little ones may make a diff, right? *crossing fingers*

[maystone.livejournal.com]

I used to work at a museum that dealt very closely with many American tribes, and they always referred to themselves as Indians - unless one of their representatives was doing a media interview and then it was Native American. Even they had to bow to the PC police at times :)

I will certainly give liq a big hug for you!

I haven't tried any herbal remedies so far. But I may, so thanks for the information.

[dumbphilomel.livejournal.com]

I'm all for the commune. And I know I don't seem it, but I could be useful! Really. Or I could fake it so's nobody would notice. *looks shifty*

In other countries, like India, people live in huge families that are like communes. And every time I visit, despite all the crap that comes with that, I wonder if it is not in many many ways much better.

[llaras.livejournal.com]

Honey, this is ever so distressing. I'm thinking of you.