Miss Lucy

My new kitteh, Lucy. Got her two months ago, as a consolation prize from one of Jon because we're getting divorced. He figured he could put up with the allergies since we'll only be together another six months or so.

Sonofabitch. Harvey Korman died...

He was SO hugely part of my teenagerhood. I watched just about every Carol Burnett show during the 70's, and I just loved Harvey Korman. This is like, very depressing. God bless him for his decades of humor and all that stuff.
I'm raising a shot of vodka to him, Who's with me??

D-I-V-O-R-C-E

I's Getting one.

Drama Magnet...

it feels like this is what I am lately. More later.

Bell's Palsy, the Aftermath

I'm cool. I'm done with the steroids, thank you, and my face is 90% back to normal. I still have the pulling to the left when I laugh, and I have the smirk, but other than that, I'm okay.

Ring the Bell's!

Well, the steroids are working for the most part. I'm able to close my right eye and open my left. My smile is coming back, although I still have the smirk, which some people think is cute.

The steroids are making me dizzy and a bit surly, though. I'm having the dreams that I'm dead, which I haven't had since I was married to my first husband. Weird.
Two weeks left on the drugs.

Enough Already!

It isn't like my life is so boring that I need to have a ton of shit happening all at once. But it is happening.
Two weeks ago, I had the intervention and threats of divorce if I don't go to AA. Fine. That will go on in a week or so.

Yesterday, I noticed my tongue was feeling numb. Foods were tasting a little strangely. I'd drink something and it felt like my mouth was full of novacaine. I looked in the mirror, grimaced, smiled, made faces at myself and decided I was okay, but I looked up this stuff online and figured I'd better watch myself for signs of Bell's Palsy, or a stroke.
They were back today and I told my husband about them. Showed him what happened when I drink something. He gave me an aspirin and took me to the ER. I had an MRI done, which I hate. Had to be drugged to get in there, I have terrible claustrophobia. Tests, waiting, etc. ruled out a stroke, thank you god. But they did say it could be Bell's Palsy. You can't see it when my face is calm but if I smile, it's kind of off-kilter.
That was MY Friday!

What I Did on Monday

1. Went to a doctor's appt to have a biopsy done on another skin cancer.
2. Met a friend in SE Portland for drinks, lunch and drinks.
3. Had a hell of a good time.
4. Got off the bus back downtown, passed by Huber's, turned back around and had a spanish coffee.
5. Had another.
6. Got off the bus at Fred Meyer's and got sick in the bathroom.
7. Fell out of the car when my totally pissed off husband got me from said Fred Meyer's. Twisted my foot, bunged up my elbows and knee.
8. Stayed home from work the next day (yesterday), got the silent treatment from my son.
9. Had a 'family meeting' with my daughters, son and husband.

The upshot of the whole thing...AA. Gonna go. I need to.

I DON'T think I have that much of a problem, but it's in the beginning stages.

I know I have friends here who have been where I am and can give me a bit of insight.

Fred, Beagle of Valor 1995-2008

He's gone. Started peeing blood last night, shivering and coughing.
We took him to the pet clinic this morning. I sat with him on the floor as the demerol calmed him down, then two more shots and he was dead. I'm dizzy from crying, got a sinus headache.
I'm considering getting drunk. I believe I have a good reason.

Ginger Gets Out the Big Guns

An update to my post from August, when I fell on/in a bus on the way to work.
TriMet is saying they're not responsible.
They are.
I have an appt with an attorney on Tuesday.
I may have said this before, but TriMet messing with the wrong person.