Friday, February 24, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Which Sci-Fi crew would you best fit in?
Found this over at Fiat Lux!
You scored as Enterprise D (Star Trek). You have high ideals and know in your heart that humanity will continue to evolve in a better people. No matter what may happen, you have faith in human beings. A rare quality. Now if only the Borg would quit assimilating people.
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You scored as Enterprise D (Star Trek). You have high ideals and know in your heart that humanity will continue to evolve in a better people. No matter what may happen, you have faith in human beings. A rare quality. Now if only the Borg would quit assimilating people.
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Georgie Porgie
Georgie Porgie puddin pie
Kissed the girls and made them high
When the boys came out to play
Georgies Porgie turned them gay.
Kissed the girls and made them high
When the boys came out to play
Georgies Porgie turned them gay.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
HSP IV
My dad went back into the hospital Monday morning, it was supposed to happen Friday, but North Hills Hospital is incapable of performing the simplest of tasks without making it complicated.
Monday morning, he went in to have surgery on his hernia and the aneurysm in his upper right leg. The surgery went well. It took a little while for his pulse to return to his leg, but it did and he warmed back up and is now in the Recovery Center over at HEB.
Other than the slow return of his pulse to his leg and a nurse giving him morphine (to which my mom said, "You realize he's allergic" and a mad dash ensued) his only other episode happened this morning when his retard of a nurse stopped paying attention to his blood sugar and he passed out. My brother had just been in to see him and he said that my dad looked totally out of it and was not able to talk or anything. Just minutes after Joe left he passed out and his nurse was suddenly very interested in what was going on with him.
Hopefully they'll get a better nurse on him this afternoon and he'll be ok to go home Thursday or Friday.
Update: I found out last night my dad's blood sugar level had dropped to 18 mg/DL (normal is around 100). After my mom found out what happened, she called up my dad's nurse and gave his nurse a ear full. :) I love my mom. :) She started yelling at them telling her that my dad needs to be on a potassium drip since he won't eat while in the hospital. Of course, it took the doctor telling the nurse to put him on the drip before he did it, but my mom had a moment of "I told you so" when she found out that the hospital put him on the drip.
Of course, my mom gets over things pretty quick and by last night she was sharing kitty pictures with the nurse. As long as she's doing her job and making sure my dad's ok, my mom is cool.
Monday morning, he went in to have surgery on his hernia and the aneurysm in his upper right leg. The surgery went well. It took a little while for his pulse to return to his leg, but it did and he warmed back up and is now in the Recovery Center over at HEB.
Other than the slow return of his pulse to his leg and a nurse giving him morphine (to which my mom said, "You realize he's allergic" and a mad dash ensued) his only other episode happened this morning when his retard of a nurse stopped paying attention to his blood sugar and he passed out. My brother had just been in to see him and he said that my dad looked totally out of it and was not able to talk or anything. Just minutes after Joe left he passed out and his nurse was suddenly very interested in what was going on with him.
Hopefully they'll get a better nurse on him this afternoon and he'll be ok to go home Thursday or Friday.
Update: I found out last night my dad's blood sugar level had dropped to 18 mg/DL (normal is around 100). After my mom found out what happened, she called up my dad's nurse and gave his nurse a ear full. :) I love my mom. :) She started yelling at them telling her that my dad needs to be on a potassium drip since he won't eat while in the hospital. Of course, it took the doctor telling the nurse to put him on the drip before he did it, but my mom had a moment of "I told you so" when she found out that the hospital put him on the drip.
Of course, my mom gets over things pretty quick and by last night she was sharing kitty pictures with the nurse. As long as she's doing her job and making sure my dad's ok, my mom is cool.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Hospital Suck Part 3
2005 decided it would like to end on a crappy note and sent my dad packing to the hospital the day after Christmas. I knew Christmas Eve that he would be making a trip to the ER, but not wanting to be in the hospital Christmas day he decided he'd fake (in my opinion) feeling better until the holiday had passed.
So Monday, my brother, husband and I took my dad to the ER. Close to 2 hours later he was given a room. Unfortunately he had to share his room (I'm not really sure whether this is a good or bad thing, because if you're super serious, from what I saw, you have a room to yourself). My brother and I were the only two allowed back in the room with my dad, so Bob was lucky to evade the discussion on why the girl sharing the room with my dad was there*. Of course, even while we had to put up with her incessant talking we were slightly amused with making up theories on why she has had so many "domestic altercations" with men** and with my dad mouthing "Shut up."
After another hour or two, a doctor came in to check on my dad and sent him out for a couple xrays (he had pain in the area near his gall bladder). Several xrays, pokes and prodes later they determined that my dad had diverticulitis and was admitted to the hospital (it may have happened in reverse, my memory fails me).
Well, after being in the hospital all week, he was finally released this evening (hopefully his dog didn't go completely insane during his absense; she gets depressed when he's not around).
While I hate hanging out at the hospital, I feel as though I've learned a lot from these "adventures" this past year. The two biggest things I've learned:
Patience; I was getting a bit crazy with wanting a house and babies now and after spending an extended time with my sister and her kids and time in the hospital I realized how horrible of a parent I would be right now. Bob and I are so unstable right now. We don't know where Bob will be accepted to grad school, we still owe 58% of what we owed when I graduated, I have career issues... we're just not in a good stable place yet.
Moderation good, exclusion bad; A least in part (I'm no doctor) diverticulitis is caused by a poor diet; in particular, the exclusion of fiber from your diet. And while I knew moderation was better than exclusion, seeing the effects of exclusion makes it clear how important a balanced diet is (This doesn't include smoking, where exclusion is good).
* She had a "domestic altercation" with her ex-boyfriend and depending on which version of the story you believe, the one she told when she first arrived at the hospital or the one she told the cop 30 minutes later; either her ex, while they were fighting, slammed her against the car roof, or she slammed into the ceiling while trying to get away from him while hitting him with her heel.
** Her ex-husband broke her jaw about a year ago.
So Monday, my brother, husband and I took my dad to the ER. Close to 2 hours later he was given a room. Unfortunately he had to share his room (I'm not really sure whether this is a good or bad thing, because if you're super serious, from what I saw, you have a room to yourself). My brother and I were the only two allowed back in the room with my dad, so Bob was lucky to evade the discussion on why the girl sharing the room with my dad was there*. Of course, even while we had to put up with her incessant talking we were slightly amused with making up theories on why she has had so many "domestic altercations" with men** and with my dad mouthing "Shut up."
After another hour or two, a doctor came in to check on my dad and sent him out for a couple xrays (he had pain in the area near his gall bladder). Several xrays, pokes and prodes later they determined that my dad had diverticulitis and was admitted to the hospital (it may have happened in reverse, my memory fails me).
Well, after being in the hospital all week, he was finally released this evening (hopefully his dog didn't go completely insane during his absense; she gets depressed when he's not around).
While I hate hanging out at the hospital, I feel as though I've learned a lot from these "adventures" this past year. The two biggest things I've learned:
* She had a "domestic altercation" with her ex-boyfriend and depending on which version of the story you believe, the one she told when she first arrived at the hospital or the one she told the cop 30 minutes later; either her ex, while they were fighting, slammed her against the car roof, or she slammed into the ceiling while trying to get away from him while hitting him with her heel.
** Her ex-husband broke her jaw about a year ago.
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