Snotty.

Just got back from s00z's party.
I feel allergic.
Luigi is cleaning la casa.
Might be the dust, but I can't stop sneezing.

Benadryl.
With alcohol.

Did I mention I saw Christy? It was nice.

My cyborg arm. I wasn't lying.

If you open the flap on the fanny pack, you could see how I was controlled by a keypad.

Yay for droids!

--The Bionic Woman

 

Seedlings at Luigi's.

Sunflowers, morning glories, phlox, sweet peas, pansies.

My boy got his haircut at an African-American barbershop.

You know I'm not making that up.
Also, the barber was so proud of his work that he took pictures for the wall.

That was Tuesday. Kat played witness, as well.

Last Tuesday, I was in the hospital for a kidney infection (and mild septicemia, joy!). Currently, I have a PICC line protruding from my arm, with double-lumen. Oh, all the tubing--the dangling, forever-in-my way tubing. The tubing goes to a pump I wear in a FANNY PACK (which I prefer to wear as a hand bag, or shoulder bag). Also in the fanny pack is a bag of IV fluid.

Lou has been telling everyone it holds X amount of mp3's and videos. I've nicknamed it my "IVpod".

I wish I had my camera cable with me so I could post pictures.

Kat knitted me some PICC sleeves to keep me from endangering the area.
I've had a lot of help. I have great friends.

I get it taken out Tuesday. I can't wait.

So, as a result of being sick, I had to cancel Costa Rica. Sucks. But that is what trip insurance is for.

I just hooked up Lou's wireless router; I thought I should use it for good instead of evil (Teh Kos).

YAY TUBES

I was a chef tonight...

Salmon and peppers simmered in Cuban Mojito sauce with black beans and buttered veggies on the side. I rocked.

It's been a quiet night at home, which is a rarity these days.

I pretty much ignored the phone, aside from getting an update about Beth.

The house has been DeChristmastized. Thank-you cards have been written and addressed. Tomorrow I will go to the PO to pick up a certified letter from the county... Don't know what that could be unless I'm in trouble.

YAY! for Obama. I wish I could have made the STL caucus at The Royale last night, but I thought it would be better to work. Besides, from the newsclips, that place looked PACKED (and uncomfortably so).

Vacation for March has been booked.
I feel poor.
I need to get my ass to Bikram again.
Can't do that when I'm POOR.
Christmas money from the 'rents will cover it.
But I told them I was buying something else with that.

We'll see.