Esophagowhatsis?

I present to you, my guts.  I had to go for my endoscope thing this morning, bright and early.  It was a really nifty place, my favorite part was the little hideaway toilet in the room, I want me one in my own room for when I'm feeling lazy and don't want to be bothered to walk down the hall in the middle of the night to go pee.  At any rate, it didn't take long and I don't really remember the exam, I barely had time to register "wheeee, sedation," and then next thing I knew I was looking at Terry and people were telling me things and I had not the foggiest notion of what was going on.

 

 

 These are pictures of various parts of my upper insides.  I'm not dying or anything,(well, maybe, I guess they took some biopsies and such and I have to get results from that)  but evidently that whole hey, I kinda feel like I'm choking on my food thing wasn't totally in my head, because I have a mild stricture or some such, but they dilated it with a 18mm balloon.  So consequentially I had to have a soft diet for the rest of the day, but my almost rest of the day was spent sleeping and having weird ass dreams.  Whatever they gave me knocked me the hell OUT.  I still feel kinda woozy, so give me a pass if this stuff doesn't make much sense.

 

 

My dinner, courtesy of the deli, sorry hot food side working people, that Terry came by and bought most of your sides.  It was mostly for him and Annie because I didn't have that much of it, he was just using me as an excuse.  I don't think the medical people really needed to tell me to stick to a soft diet, I think one bite of say, a Dorito taco or something, and I would have figured that out for myself,  I can now pinpoint the exact second food or water traverses the top of my esophagus, ow.

 

The note Annie left me this morning, it shows how deeply she cares.  Also, I think the "getting" looks more like "gutting," and that was apropos to the situation.

 

 

A hard day of sleeping deserves a bubble bath, and bonus, no leaky into the kitchen!  And Terry is gone to get me some ice cream.  Kudos to the my boss for giving me tomorrow off too, she's smarter than I am.

I'm back, bitches. At least this week.

 

These are two big ole goofs I know, wearing the shirts that Annie designed.  OUR shirts, which I ordered from the bearded goof.  He was trying to cajole me into coming over and picking them up, with the threat that they were going to wear them if I didn't get over there in a timely manner.  I countered with an offer of a tasty dinner, but yeah, it was snowing out and surprise, surprise, there might have been alcohol involved on a late Sunday afternoon on their part.  For shame!  On the other hand, I at least get to see that the shirts looks awesome, even if I am going to have to wash them before we wear them, thus losing the "power of awesome" or whatever they were promising  the shirts are now imbued with.  Oh, also taking a moment to pimp tall goof's band, The Distorted Waltz.  See, I haven't asked them if I can use their actual names and such yet on my blog since this was pretty much a spur of the moment hey haven't written a blog in like three years hence me calling them goofs.  Also, blogger dashboard, me no likey the new you.  I could figure out how to use the old you, but this time I had to make the husband help.

 

 

 

 

New bathroom!!!!!  Gots me some tile all up in there, as opposed to the nasty old insert we used to have that always creaked as we took a shower and made me have visions of busting through the ceiling and winding up in the kitchen.  The tub is great, one of those soaker things that I can fit my fat bod down into, well, at least in theory.  First time I tried to take a bath, we found out there was a leak and Terry came scrambling upstairs yelling "Turn it off!!  Turn it off!!  It was fixed by our awesome contractor post haste, but I have yet to take a bath in it.  On the upside, that whole incident probably took care of another incident that we in the Smith household like to refer to as "Chocolate Rain."  Yeah, there were a couple of funny things that happened over the last couple of years.

 

 

 

 

 

I decided to go with a four elements theme for the bath, and this is what I picked for air.  The shower curtain in the last photo is supposed to be Earth.

Fire, courtesy of my bestie Lisa.  I liked the orangey hue of the glass too, which inspired the paint, which looks more yellow in this photo than it does for reals.  The name of the hue is "Henna Glow," I was kinda going for a Tuscany type feel.

 New fixtures on the vanity, and the detritus of one of Annie's many projects on the sink.

 

 

More tub features, I like that we have a curved shower curtain rod, way more room for me to flail around while taking a shower.  Also, that's a microplush memory foam thingy bath mat.  I used some of my Christmas loot from my MIL, she said that it wasn't "underwear money," and something soft and fluffy to put my tootsies on when I get out of the shower seemed pretty extravagant to me, so there ya go.

 

Hope everyone is well, I need to start stalking other people's blogs that I used to read!

I Call Holiday Month Shenanigans

Deli dishwasher? Seriously? Your ass couldn't soldier through another month? Although my coworkers putting various signs upon your steel ass cheered me up considerable. This thing, it was SO LOUD, with its failing internal bearings and such, I felt like I was working in a dang airport. Thank you for the hearing loss, and having to yell at peeples when they were just trying to get a dang pound of pina colada salad. I have been assured you will be fixed, but my pessimistic side does not believe it. We will be three sinking it until 2012, when it like, doesn't matter anymore, according to the Mayans and stuff.

Thanksgiving and belated introduction

My Thanksgiving/holiday cactus is actually blooming at the time of year it's supposed to! I was amazed, being as we thought this thing was gonna crap out on us shortly after we bought it, but that was probably a couple years ago by now. The terrarium thing is a "rare" specimen of Madagascar palm, which so far seems to mainly just be growing mold. Plus, Annie made the point of exactly how rare can it be if you can buy it in the store for less than 6 bucks? Oh well, I will let it mold a little longer before I give up and toss the dang thing.

Wild turkeys at the farm, where we went for Thanksgiving. I'm not sure if they have names, but they aren't for eating anyways, just for looks. I guess if you put food out and you live on a farm, any turkeys that are happening by will take up residence. These even let me pet them, even though I may have still had the faint scent of turkey on my breath from an awesome Thanksgiving dinner. Sorry 'bout that, gobblers.

We did NOT come home from Thanksgiving with a new kitten, this situation took place back in the summer, it's just taken me an extra special long time to get to the introducing. This itty gray tabby is Yukiko, or mostly Yuki for short. Not to be confused with the not so itty Itty who is behind her. After Ghost got kicked out for his peeing problem, Itty seemed morose and I was toying with the idea of trying to talk Terry into getting Itty a friend, since Gizmo had gone on to her just reward (a one way trip to the farm), even though Gizmo and Itty weren't cat friends anyway. Annie had stayed at the farm for a weekend, and when we stopped by to pick her up, this gray kitty jumped on my back like a parrot and screeched please take me home this is a barn it stinks in here. We found out the cat had been there for less than an hour, she was actually one of the neighbor's horde of kittens, and he had told Paul to bring some to the farm, and he had randomly reached down into the teeming mass and scooped this one up. And it made me fall in love with it in five minutes, and I brought it home. Terry wanted to call her Lucky, but I thought that sounded like a dog's name, so I tried to fancy it up, and Yukiko *supposedly* loosely translates into "lucky girl" in Japanese. But she's not going to be lucky much longer if she keeps trying to eat my dang frog!

Annie is a doof

Sorry about the ittiness of this pic, Annie emailed it to me and my html skills are severely limited. She and her friend Holly spent a fair amount of time cos-playing, or larping, or whatever you call it (huh, back in the day, we just called it.....playing) in the back yard. At any rate, Annie is really into this anime thingy called Full Metal Alchemists, and I'm not sure if she dragged Holly along with her, or if it was the other way around. Holly is quite talented and actually MADE that coat thing, with her own two hands. I don't have much clue what the show is about, beyond it involves alchemy (which I think is what that big symbol is doing to that rock up there, I'm hoping it turns into a pile o' money, a big ass flat screen tv, or maybe just a maid), and I think the Metal comes in because they have like arms or legs or various appendages made of metal, why this is so I have no clue.

I just hope nobody shows up at the door tomorrow asking about the Satanist who was in the backyard on Sunday afternoon. Wearing red cape like things and drawing symbols on the ground might look somewhat strange to the casual observer. Oh, and I'm supposed to give photo credit to Holly.

Punkins

I'm putting mine and Terry's first, because frankly I think we're the only ones who didn't dial it in this year. He did a Franken-pumpkin, and I went with trying to recreate Zombie Jim from the Facebook Zombie Pets game. Yeah, I play a Facebook game, and probably more than I should, what of it? It's fun taking care of itty pixilated dead persons, and gardening my exotic flora. And oh, that's Al working her Meijer uniform in the background there.

The whole pumpkin crew. Al supposedly did Itty's face on hers, and frankly, I don't know what the hell Annie's is supposed to be. She just made two big eye holes and then painted some stuff on it. Maybe it's some anime character? This Halloween kinda blows, Terry's parents aren't coming over, Al has to work, and Annie decided to ditch us for the neighborhood across the street. I didn't even make the usual chili, I'm making "mummy dogs" this year, and I guess Terry and I will just sit here handing out candy and feeling sorry for ourselves. But then maybe the candy will help with that. :)

And We'll All Float on Okay...

Hi there. I've steadily been feeling guiltier and guiltier about blog neglect, but still not having many inspiring thoughts. Y'all can thank my long walk and Modest Mouse for this one. I probably have a bazillion pics I could have blogged about, I will try to slowly catch up. The upshot is, yeah, we're all okay. Some of us more than others (Al in lurve is sooo annoying)

I've been dealing with stuff that I'm sure most of you know about, and it has made me cranky and uncommunicative. I have hope that someday it will all be over and I can ha ha ha laugh about it here, but right now, not so much.

Hmmm, updates. I still work in deli hell, but I'm getting better at pasting on a smile with rude ass customers, I've found that pisses them off even more, which gives me a little internal happy. Annie is totally being tortured by braces, the latest horror they perpetrated is install this thing that pulls her jaw forward. It's to correct her bird like profile, and it's freaky how much it changes the shape of her face. She still maintains she was okay with her crooked teeth and she wishes we had left well enough alone.

As mentioned before, Al is in lurve and annoying. She's going to see the girlfriend this weekend, got a ride with a nice person that we've never met who she hopefully won't be murdered and chopped up by. If she is, well, we at least have a phone number and a reaaaallly interesting backstory. The nice upshot of all this longterm depression is nice weight loss, Al and her girlfriend got into a "whose mom is hotter" discussion last night and Al was arguing vehemently on my behalf. Now, granted, there may have been a whole subtext and they were really arguing about whose mom is a bigger hot mess, but I prefer to think it was the former.

Terry is fine too, the poor guy just floats through the flotsam and jetsam, trying not to look at the wreckage too closely. He often refers to one of his fave books, called " A Spot of Bother."

That would be my froggy Lord Spectre of the Sluggoth Clan in the pic, doing his float through life too. I don't know how the thing keeps alive, he can't catch a shrimp bite to save his soul. He keeps getting bigger though, and now he croakily sings to me at night, so I guess he's happy. Or maybe looking for a lady frog. Can't help you there, fella. I'll just throw some more shrimp bites at you.