Saturday, September 25, 2004
Had an ultrasound
It's a boy! I'm going to be giving birth to a baby chipmunk who I shall call Phineas.
Actually no answers yet, but my suspicion (and my doctor's) is that it is something called diastasis rectus. Great name, but it's nowhere near my rectus. Hmm.
Anyhoo I did a search on it and found something that looks exactly like my football. Here it is.
NOTE: I am NOT the guy in the picture.
http://medicine.ucsd.edu/Clinicalimg/abdomen-rectus-diastasis1-2.html
So I'm thinking I gotta git me some surgery. In addition I think I've got a stomach bug too. Yippee, what a summer it's been.
Oh and be watching that Supersize Me, it be funnnny.
Actually no answers yet, but my suspicion (and my doctor's) is that it is something called diastasis rectus. Great name, but it's nowhere near my rectus. Hmm.
Anyhoo I did a search on it and found something that looks exactly like my football. Here it is.
NOTE: I am NOT the guy in the picture.
http://medicine.ucsd.edu/Clinicalimg/abdomen-rectus-diastasis1-2.html
So I'm thinking I gotta git me some surgery. In addition I think I've got a stomach bug too. Yippee, what a summer it's been.
Oh and be watching that Supersize Me, it be funnnny.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Writing at Buzz Coffee
I am too big to be indoors.
Annoyances at Buzz Coffee: Door sticks open again, bad music, cell phone people, the creepy feeling that everyone in there is writing the exact same screenplay that I am writing.
Annoyances at Buzz Coffee: Door sticks open again, bad music, cell phone people, the creepy feeling that everyone in there is writing the exact same screenplay that I am writing.
Abdominal Football / Russian Dentist update
Abdominal football is noticeably smaller. Now let's go back to day of discovery of football. Wife thought it was my imagination, neighbor pal though it was anxiety from it being 9/11 anniversary. Basically told me to quit my whining. Didn't believe me!
Now wife and neighbor's DOG both have footballs!
If they'd just believed me the first day, the abdominal snowman would not have passed them a football.
Got root canal finished from old world Russian dentist. Asked if they would put a temporary on until the crown is finished. "No, it would be ugly and metal."
At least she didn't say it would be wood
Or bamboo.
Little stumpy tooth in the back, barely rises above gum level. Hot coffee and cold drinks are both a brand new little adventure in discomfort.
Now wife and neighbor's DOG both have footballs!
If they'd just believed me the first day, the abdominal snowman would not have passed them a football.
Got root canal finished from old world Russian dentist. Asked if they would put a temporary on until the crown is finished. "No, it would be ugly and metal."
At least she didn't say it would be wood
Or bamboo.
Little stumpy tooth in the back, barely rises above gum level. Hot coffee and cold drinks are both a brand new little adventure in discomfort.
Monday, September 13, 2004
I'm growing a football...
...inside my abdomen. I think. Big football shaped bulge right in my solar plexus.
It's shrinking now, but it was messing me up. Was gonna call doctor today but it seems to be going away. So I'm gonna git me a bicycle pump and pump it back up.
It's shrinking now, but it was messing me up. Was gonna call doctor today but it seems to be going away. So I'm gonna git me a bicycle pump and pump it back up.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Not watching any 9/11 TV
Not thinking about the anniversary.
I feel like my grief has been kidnapped by warmongers.
Horrible stomach ache.
I feel like my grief has been kidnapped by warmongers.
Horrible stomach ache.
That thing called The Apprentice...
... should be called "Dayjob Shithead."
Never saw it before. Good grief.
Reptiles.
Never saw it before. Good grief.
Reptiles.
Monday, September 06, 2004
Now is the the time ...
Got together for Game Night last night - we play Mexican Train Dominoes or scrabble or whatnot. Never got around to it. Too hot to go back inside. Sat by pool and swatted flies away from our burgers. Citronella candles made them go away.
But dig this, since I was sick on my birthday, Karen baked me a dairy free cake and they sang "Happy Birthday" to me even though I told them that "For he's a jolly good fellow" would have been sufficient if they did not want to pay the royalties. It's so rare that I eat dessert. Even if it's dairy free I prefer salty to sweet anyways. But last night I had plenty of cake and fully displayed what I think of as my Sugar Personality.
The cat is sneezing. Buzz Coffee was way too crowded.
But dig this, since I was sick on my birthday, Karen baked me a dairy free cake and they sang "Happy Birthday" to me even though I told them that "For he's a jolly good fellow" would have been sufficient if they did not want to pay the royalties. It's so rare that I eat dessert. Even if it's dairy free I prefer salty to sweet anyways. But last night I had plenty of cake and fully displayed what I think of as my Sugar Personality.
The cat is sneezing. Buzz Coffee was way too crowded.
Motorcycle Fantasy
Just once I wish one of those motorcyles with no muffler that sets off every car alarm on the block would break down on my street, forcing the driver to hitchhike off for help.
When he returns, his motorcycle will be a smoldering heap.
When he returns, his motorcycle will be a smoldering heap.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Current and recent reading
Tibetan Buddhist Medicine and Pyschiatry - Terry Clifford
One Small Step Can Change Your Life: the Kaizen Way - Robert Maurer
The War of Art - Steven Pressfield
He - Robert Johnson
The Anatomy of Motive - John Douglas
Families and how to survive them - John Cleese and Robyn Skynner
The Varieties of Religious Experience - William James
One Small Step Can Change Your Life: the Kaizen Way - Robert Maurer
The War of Art - Steven Pressfield
He - Robert Johnson
The Anatomy of Motive - John Douglas
Families and how to survive them - John Cleese and Robyn Skynner
The Varieties of Religious Experience - William James
We make holes in teeth! We make holes in teeth!
I go to a severe Russian barber to get my severe Russian haircuts. And it works for me.
The jury is still out on my severe Russian dentist. I can't help but feel they are using old country techniques, old country equipment and an old country sense of what is acceptable pain levels. "This is nothing! Try having a KGB dog eat your toes one by one you American softie pants!"
I mean they're nice for the most part except for the sadistic assistant with Tourette's syndrome who cleaned my teeth. Cleaning should not be that painful and when I winced he'd Tourette out "Uh huh." Weird.
The dentist is nervous which makes me nervous. Luckily my little friend Ativan was along to comfort me - more about being trapped in a chair. I've recently finished visit two on a root canal. I guess what's up is just that I got used to cushy yuppie dentists on the east side of Manhattan. I should go find me a Beverly Hills dentist I guess.
Anyhoo, Karen had it worse. She's had a wisdom tooth been bugging her for years. Finally got it yanked and just never really recovered. Tooth started feeling better but her ear was in excruciating pain. I wondered if the dentist bruised her jawbone and she was gettin reflective pain or something so I took her to the GP. Dentist had prescribed really lamo painkillers that were not working, so GP prescribed heavier ones that still didn't do shit. I had some really old codeine pills laying around so Karen took those and those helped a little provided she could get down enough food to take them. Finally a week and a half later I take her back to the dentist.
Dig this - the blood clot never formed so she has an open hole in her mouth going right down to exposed bone! That's what was hurting so bad. Argh! So Karen has been going to the dentist once or twice a day to get essentially artificial blood put in her hole and then jammed with gauze so the clot will start to form - which it has.
She saw what the stuff is called. It's called DRY SOCKET PASTE.
And whoo boy she has had some breath I tell you. Man oh man. We got a visit from city inspectors, they thought we were running an unlicensed slaughterhouse. No not really.
I've still got chemically taste in my mouth. My temporary is not that crown thing that covers the whole thing like a little tooth condom, it's the plug of cement goo so when I bite down at just the right angle it really rings my bell.
The jury is still out on my severe Russian dentist. I can't help but feel they are using old country techniques, old country equipment and an old country sense of what is acceptable pain levels. "This is nothing! Try having a KGB dog eat your toes one by one you American softie pants!"
I mean they're nice for the most part except for the sadistic assistant with Tourette's syndrome who cleaned my teeth. Cleaning should not be that painful and when I winced he'd Tourette out "Uh huh." Weird.
The dentist is nervous which makes me nervous. Luckily my little friend Ativan was along to comfort me - more about being trapped in a chair. I've recently finished visit two on a root canal. I guess what's up is just that I got used to cushy yuppie dentists on the east side of Manhattan. I should go find me a Beverly Hills dentist I guess.
Anyhoo, Karen had it worse. She's had a wisdom tooth been bugging her for years. Finally got it yanked and just never really recovered. Tooth started feeling better but her ear was in excruciating pain. I wondered if the dentist bruised her jawbone and she was gettin reflective pain or something so I took her to the GP. Dentist had prescribed really lamo painkillers that were not working, so GP prescribed heavier ones that still didn't do shit. I had some really old codeine pills laying around so Karen took those and those helped a little provided she could get down enough food to take them. Finally a week and a half later I take her back to the dentist.
Dig this - the blood clot never formed so she has an open hole in her mouth going right down to exposed bone! That's what was hurting so bad. Argh! So Karen has been going to the dentist once or twice a day to get essentially artificial blood put in her hole and then jammed with gauze so the clot will start to form - which it has.
She saw what the stuff is called. It's called DRY SOCKET PASTE.
And whoo boy she has had some breath I tell you. Man oh man. We got a visit from city inspectors, they thought we were running an unlicensed slaughterhouse. No not really.
I've still got chemically taste in my mouth. My temporary is not that crown thing that covers the whole thing like a little tooth condom, it's the plug of cement goo so when I bite down at just the right angle it really rings my bell.
