What the hell? This conversation is kind of like when you are on the road and some fuck-weasel in a Hummer cuts you off. Of course you give them the “Are you mentally damaged?” look. What do they do? They give you the finger along with the “Why don’t you watch where you are going, asshat?” look… WHAT!? *YOU* cut *ME* off, freak!…. I swear… Anyway, here’s the less dramatic IM version of that:

(14:21:11) monoidtrout Let’s discuss botany!
(14:21:20) slack006 Why?
(14:21:41) monoidtrout whos this?
(14:21:56) slack006 I asked you first.
(14:22:05) slack006 Let’s call me Slack.
(14:22:11) monoidtrout um ok
(14:22:17) slack006 Who’s this?
(14:22:25) slack006 Are you a botanist?
(14:23:33) slack006 come on… you IMed me. What’s up?
(14:24:29) slack006 hmpf… fine then. Friggin botanists…

So, if you like mentally retarded botanists, give monoidtrout (wtf does that mean) a holler…

It feels that the three Sisters of Fate are conspiring against my wife and I the last couple days. You know how it goes, the nice run of little things that don’t quite go right. Nothing big, just little crap. The kind of little crap that you’d not bat an eye at under normal circumstances, but when under the onslaught of 1000 little things, you tend to notice. Oh, WAAAA! I know. We’re just gonna give it the finger, and wait until things let up.

I think this weekend was the weekend for crap. I’m having a bad go at things. My wife is having a bad go at things. Many of my friends are in bad moods because they are having a bad go at things, and then we did the show today, and had a bad go of things. Man… A vortex. We’re in a vortex here. Here’s to hoping it moves on to Texas soon. Yeah, F you Texas (I just feel like hating Texas today).

What else? Oh, my back is fucked again! Yes, AGAIN! I was feeling better (maybe about 80%) no Friday. That happened to be the day we moved around computer equipment. I TOOK IT EASY, so quit yelling at me! Now, my back is FUCKED again! LOL It’s not horrible, but I’m PISSED! Now I have to wait this crap out again! For all of you freaks who are screaming “Chiro” right now, shut up! I might… I’ve had bad experiences with them.

Well, I’m gonna relax and watch some Diggnation now. Here’s to a better week next week! :)

If you know me well, you know on my planet the day is 36 hours long. Thus creating an optimal sleep cycle of 10 hours and then 26 hours of work, play, and so forth. Well, here on fucking Earth, your day is 24 hours long, thus creating a gradually progressing state of sleeplessness and insanity. At least for me.

As you also know recent events have found me jobless for the first time in 11 or so years (you can barely count that brief stint after TPM). So, without much obligation to live by the 24 hour clock, I’ve fallen into my normal and natural schedule. I feel rested and great. My family is annoyed and hating me, however (sorry). Now with another job on the horizon, it is time to get back on the oh so wonderful 24 hour schedule and try blending in with you Earthlings again.

Wanna read the rest of Up Late… Sleeping on Couch…?

Thank god it’s POETS Day! The weekend is upon us. I worked two days this week… Well, two and a half days, yet it felt like much more than a full week! I’m sure this is largely due to the horrible sickness we’ve been enduring… Which leads into our first story…

Rhys-man’s infection still has not cleared up. Nor has it gotten better. His hearing is down to about 15% of what it is normally. He continually asks us, “What you said?” This was cute and even funny at first, but now it’s starting to worry me. I mean, the docs aren’t so worried. Neither is Heidi. His ears are three shades of fucked at the moment, so it’s no wonder he can’t hear. It just breaks my heart to see the little guy like this. WTF! Hasn’t he been through enough for fuck sake?! Jesus Christ on a pogo stick… dipped in chocolate. How about a fucking break!

Anyway, in other news. All my websites are flashing the little “There’s a new version of Wordpress available.” First of all, Wordpress is a great BlogCMS. I highly recommend it. Second, I love that they keep you so well informed of updates. That rocks. Third, I hate. I hate with the fire of a thousand burning suns when this happens. LOL! Now I have to go around and update the sites. Not a big deal. Not a big deal at all, but damn, grrrr!!!

Lastly,  the project I WAS working on, got sidelined for another project. This new project is almost at it’s Alpha release point. Which I must say is exciting because I rarely take projects to anything resembling an Alpha stage. :) LOL Once it’s fit for at least Beta (if it gets that far), I will announce it here. :) YAY

Ta ta.

Good morning, teeming millions. Happy Wednesday. Did you get vote in at the Primaries? Good for you. I didn’t. Why? Because it’s not legal for me to vote in them, since I am registered Independent. Whatever, I understand the thinking behind it…

So how are things, this beautiful humpday morning? Well, my head feels like it’s been stuffed with desiccant.  My throat is raw, but feels like there is some kind of sludge clinging to its back wall.

Rhys is still sick. I’m starting to get worried about his hearing. After listening to a podcast the other day which had a guest on there whose kid had a cochlear implant due to a heavy illness as a toddler, I’m now all hyper-paranoid. Especially when the doctor took a look in his ear yesterday commented that “it was horribly bad”. Oh, and every other time Rhys speaks now it is, “What you said?” So yeah, I’m a bit worried that his hearing may be damaged… Is that silly?

Heidi is still truckin along. She’s not sick, per se, but I’d bet she is “sick” of us being sick. :) She’s a trooper for sure. I love you, baby!

In other news — good news — Rhys’ new antibiotics don’t taste like shit! Personally, I thought his last bottle of antibiotics tasted fine, but both he and Heidi gave me a face that looked like they just licked something dead when they tried it. Well, Rhys took it a step further, gagging and then projectile vomiting everywhere. He didn’t specifically say he thought it tasted bad, but I can take a hint. I thought it tasted like Cherry Slurpees. :) But apparently not… Or maybe Cherry Slurpees taste like ballsack too.

So, Rhys shouldn’t need to get any more antibiotic injections. That’s good news, and hopefully he is on the road to recovery… I’m wary of saying that, because it seems everytime we tempt fate with the sweet smell of hope, it smacks us down like a $2 hooker.

Ok… It started early last week… Rhys started having bad asthma attacks at school when playing. When you see a 4 year old stop in his tracks and brace himself on a bench, you tend to think something’s wrong. So, then he would vomit. You know because that’s what happens when you have a bad asthma attack. Only he was vomiting foamy shit… Of course we thought, yay, pneumonia.

Heidi takes him to the doctor to get checked out and they tell us he has a sinus infection. Lungs sound fine though so that’s good, but the drainage is making him miserable. He still hasn’t mastered the art of blowing his nose. On top of all this, I’m sick at the same time. Same symptoms. My head feels like someone pumped it full of jello, and my hearing is like my head has been sealed in a tin can. No biggie. I’m still going to work at this point.

So, Friday rolls around. We find out that Heidi’s step-mom coded in the hospital and is probably going to die. The family of course is in a dither. Half because they feed on drama, and half because, well, someone is dying… I’m thinking at this point, let’s just make it to the fucking weekend.

YAY! It’s the weekend! We’ll get to recharge a bit. Rhys man is on his antibiotics, I don’t have to deal with work or anything like that, and Heidi will have a fraction more help with me around… It’s too bad I cramp her style considerably more than a fraction in return, but that’s the way it goes… I love you, honey!! :)

Everything is going well, and we are all getting ready for bed. The plan is we will all hunker down in our huge bed, Rhys and I can share the heating blanket, and we can just vege out and watch something on the idiot box. Time to drift off to sleep.

Rhys then starts writing around and moaning. We feel bad of course, because well, he’s sick. There’s no consoling him at this point, so we start worrying. He’s poking at his ears and telling us it hurts. He has a headache, and of course he’s also giving us the classic answer of “I don’t know” when probed to find out what’s ailing him.

After trying to get him feeling better with no success, we decide to take him to the ER.. Since, you know, it’s 2300 and no Urgent Care centers are open. Soon as we get in the car to go, he stops writhing… So of course we start questioning the severity of his condition. I don’t know about your ER, but the ERs here are filled with freakiest members of society. Especially, at this hour… After we drive a long time and he is still not moaning and writhing, we decide it would be better to wait it out and hit up the Urcgent Care in the morning.

Once we get home, he starts writhing around again and of course there is no consoling him. So, it’s now 0200 and we decide fuck it, we need to get him seen right away. Load up in the car and head out. Once again, he stops writhing once he’s seated and we’re driving. This time we decide to ignore it and get him seen.

We get to the ER. It’s 0200 on a Saturday night… Or Sunday Morning… Whatever. We walk into the ER. I see the lobby, and there’s maybe like 6 people in there. Of course I thought “ok, this isn’t so bad.”. We sign in and decide to sit down to wait. It was then that I noticed, the ER was made of three rooms. The Lobby and two other rooms off of that. All of them are waiting rooms. Hey! Look! All the other rooms are filled with sick people. The orchestra of sickness in this place is about to drive me mad.

There’s the girl there with her boyfriend. She appears to be fine. As we sit down, she is getting up and verbally assaults her man . Something about her blood pressure being fine, and “CAN WE JUST GO HOME NOW!?”

Off in the other corner is some chick with her man. Her man is laying prone on the couch. Covered with one of those oh so comfortable hospital blankets, and a spit basin on the floor next to him. Crumpled up next to that is what appears to be blood soaked tissue paper.

It was then we decided to go home and wait it out.

Now it’s Sunday and Heidi took Rhys to Urgent Care. Turns out he has a sinus infection, and an ear infection. So, they give him some new antibiotics because obviously the other one isn’t working. Of course, he has trouble keeping the antibiotics down. He also has another medication for the pain in his ear. Eardrops. He handles that med just fine. Unfortunately, this med is just for the pain, and not at all for healing. The healing medication has ended up all over the carpet mixed with half digested rice and butter every time he’s taken in.

We talk to his doctor and we find out Rhys also has a stomach bug too… So, that coupled with the utter nastiness of the medication will keep him from getting better quickly.

So, here we are. Monday. Heidi and I are running on probably 7 hours of sleep for the entire weekend. We’ve both called in to work, her for the entire week, and me for just today. Though I will be calling in tomorrow too. Rhys’ ears are driving him insane, and he can’t take the meds that will make him better. My ears are driving me crazy, I’m too dizzy to think (this post has taken about 4 hours to make), and I need sleep. Heidi thankfully is not yet sick, and is still hanging in there.

… Oh, and as if the world isn’t weird enough… It’s snowing at Rhys’ school!?