Also today, we condluded the “Beardo the Wierdo” experiment. I hate shaving, but I found out that I hate having a beard more. I’d had some fantasies over the last couple of days about removing it bit by bit every day and showing up to work until I came in with a pencil-thin mustache after a week or so. But in the end, getting it all off my face was all I could think of doing. The final straw came last night drinking a smoothie and having an upper lip that was purple and drippy after every sip.
It’s too bad, in a way, because I had gotten pretty good at the Snidely Whiplash twirling tick.
Progress must progress
And into each life some cement must fall. I’ll gloss over the last few months later, but for now I figured a couple things happened today that was noteworthy. Debbie ended up closing on her house some weeks ago, and she helped me decide to just hire someone to put the footing in for the garage. We really need to get the tools situated so they can be used as well as freeing up space in the basement. The whole lynchpin of our domestic arrangements seemed hinged on the pouring of the footing that was my current albatross. So, we apportioned out the funds, paid some bills, planned for a vacation and earmarked the rest for cement. It does feel a little like a cop-out, because I know I could have done it myself, but after watching them do it today, I’m very glad I didn’t have to do it.
Comic Convergence
Mother Goose and Grimm always busted me up, and I’d not seen one in a long time till my dad pointed this out to me Sunday.
Cactus Flowers
Walking back to my car today I noticed that the Mines Building cacti were in bloom. With the building marked for demolition this might be the last year.
RIP Shino
Sucked into the Guitar Quiz
Generally I don’t go in for those quizzes that show how much better you are than everyone else, but this one was kind of fun.
I was Rockin’!
I scored 79/100 on theClassic Guitar Solo Quiz
Can you identify classic rock songs by listening to their guitar solos?
I scored 79/100 on theClassic Guitar Solo Quiz
Can you identify classic rock songs by listening to their guitar solos?
Quiz by Ibanez guitar shop
Medication Vacation
So I got a couple day reprieve from the infusion and they took out my PIC line yesterday. If the nurse heard my “Moooo” quote, she didn’t think it was funny enough to acknowledge, but I laughed for her.
It’s turning out that the secondary wound on my back is getting up there in size. In fact it’s bigger than the first one when it was just opened. The Nurse Practicioner, Julie, is worried enough about it she said yesterday was my last infusion and that I wouldn’t begin getting the shots till the 20th or so to give the wound a chance to heal. I’m glad for the break, but really don’t want to extend the ordeal any.
We also found out that to give myself the shots at home is going to cost me $1300 out of pocket just for the medicine before the insurance picks up the whole tab. On the other hand, if I go in to the hospital every day and have a nurse give me the shot I won’t have to pay anything… sort of. The insurance says I need to pay a $20 co pay for going in to get the shots, Julie told them they don’t even bill me for the nurse visit if I go in, so why should the insurance get a co-pay if there is no billing. Seems sensible to me. And to boil it down, why should I have to pay more for the exact same thing at all? This is only the cost of the medicine we’re talking about, having someone else administer it, maybe I could see an extra charge. But paying over a thousand dollars just for the ability to take it home and give it to myself at a reasonable hour?
I think the health care profession has some sort of silly bylaw that says they need to continually make you feel surprised at stupidity.
I crack myself up
I’ve got to remember that when they pull out my PIC line I need to say, “The cow goes…. Mooooo!”
Duplicatorix
So I made a big post last weekend about how infusion was going (rough) and how I’d met some people (nice) and some of them had been kind enough (Mitch and Christine Eyre) to take some pictures of me so I can document the infusion. But because of the state of mind from the infusion (mushy) I forgot to save it and don’t quite have the heart to recreate it. But I do wan’t to post the pictures.
Mitch Eyre and me enjoying our chemical morning.
Extreme Unction
Sometimes you find pictures of things you forgot completely about…