A rundown of my "Mediblogs" bookmarks right now:
http://www.brain-cheese.blogspot.com/--by the same name
http://mdmhvonpa.blogspot.com/--white lightning (as in Pennsyltucky)
http://accessdenied-livingwithms.blogspot.com/--same name
http://azchick.blogspot.com/--one crazy chick
http://wordsalads.blogspot.com/--same name
http://disablednotdead-anne.blogspot.com/--same name
http://wonlife.wordpress.com/--one life
http://multiplesclerosisblog.blogspot.com/--same name
http://ateatrayinthesky.blogspot.com/
And that's just the MS blogs. Furthermore, I have a tendency to follow links I find on these blogs. Lastly, the blogs on the sidebar, some of which are the same, are the ones I follow when I go to work, during my breaks.
Some of you are old friends; a few are new. I would also like to point out that I lost touch with a number of people when we changed computers ( at least twice). Never quite got the hang of transferring to a new machine.
And that doesn't touch on what I consider daily blogs and blog relatives.
It's a wonder I ever clean my house...
pb
Little Pond
Monday, August 18, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
All under control
Dog day doggie paddle. This doxie has rather poor eyesight, and must swim out to things in the water to actually tell what they are. The gurgling caught her attention. The water is probably knee deep, but that's enough for total immersion for this little HuggaMutt.Still, my allergies are fairly under control. Except. And there is always an except in the summer.
Except the asthma can be heard when I talk. Witness this post set for my Elmira, New York readers, later this week. Hate to hear myself talk, let alone talk and pant.
pb
Little Pond
Monday, August 04, 2008
I am not living this summer, merely reacting.
That's why there hasn't been a truly original post in weeks and weeks.
Multiple Sclerosis can be managed, but cannot be cured. That, too, is a game of reacting, not living.
Every time I try to live, the MS gets in the way. When I properly manage the MS, there is little time for living, and none for living free.
It is the middle of summer and I eagerly await the return of cooler, wetter days. The Dog Days are also Ragweed Days, when many of us wake with stuffy, achy heads, dry cough, and runny eyes and noses. Even my teeth hurt.
Funny story: my teeth hurt so bad one summer, I finally made an emergency visit with the doctor. He looked at my teeth and (I think) took an xray.
Diagnosis: swollen sinuses. That will be $50.00, thank you.
Right now I am preparing to take 4mg of chlorpheniramine maleate, the second of six I will need today. That is on top of 10mg of cetirizine hydrochloride. Neither medicine will elevate my blood pressure. There are also two forms of fluticasone proprionate to juggle. I will still need acetaminophen to help me sleep at noon and later at midnight.
And despite all our best efforts, the albuterol inhaler is getting a workout.
Doesn't sound very spontaneous, does it?
pb
Little Pond
Multiple Sclerosis can be managed, but cannot be cured. That, too, is a game of reacting, not living.
Every time I try to live, the MS gets in the way. When I properly manage the MS, there is little time for living, and none for living free.
It is the middle of summer and I eagerly await the return of cooler, wetter days. The Dog Days are also Ragweed Days, when many of us wake with stuffy, achy heads, dry cough, and runny eyes and noses. Even my teeth hurt.
Funny story: my teeth hurt so bad one summer, I finally made an emergency visit with the doctor. He looked at my teeth and (I think) took an xray.
Diagnosis: swollen sinuses. That will be $50.00, thank you.
Right now I am preparing to take 4mg of chlorpheniramine maleate, the second of six I will need today. That is on top of 10mg of cetirizine hydrochloride. Neither medicine will elevate my blood pressure. There are also two forms of fluticasone proprionate to juggle. I will still need acetaminophen to help me sleep at noon and later at midnight.
And despite all our best efforts, the albuterol inhaler is getting a workout.
Doesn't sound very spontaneous, does it?
pb
Little Pond
Sunday, July 27, 2008
The secret to surviving the summer.
Sleep, sleep, sleep! (Sorry. That's probably not much help for most of you.)
I work until midnight. Most of my coworkers go home to television or partying with friends, especially Fri. and Sat. I head home to 1/2 glass of warm milk and dulce de leche or 1/2 cup of creamy cottage cheese. Then straight to bed. (Wash and brush teeth, of course. Morning dairy-mouth tastes terrible!)
When I arise six or seven hours later, I do laundry, read the paper, and eat breakfast, all concurrently. If it is custody week, I take Ellie to the River for about 1 1/2 hour jaunt. If not, I clean/repair house or run errands. Then it is bed time again from 11:30 to 1:30. Get up, eat lunch, shower and off to work.
Weekend variation: Sat., same only late-morning, run errands; Sun., same, only church first. In the summer, the midday nap is a must; in the winter, not so much. The weekend afternoon is usually mine, and bedtime comes earlier 10 or 11pm.
Notice all the sleeping? Yeah, me, too. I get invites all the time for parties with coworkers. Very rarely attend. When I do, I am the master of the arrive late, leave early schtick.
Written out like this, it sounds like no fun, but actually I find it rewarding enough. After all, there were years when I couldn't do much more than sleep, work, and sleep some more.
pb
Little Pond
I work until midnight. Most of my coworkers go home to television or partying with friends, especially Fri. and Sat. I head home to 1/2 glass of warm milk and dulce de leche or 1/2 cup of creamy cottage cheese. Then straight to bed. (Wash and brush teeth, of course. Morning dairy-mouth tastes terrible!)
When I arise six or seven hours later, I do laundry, read the paper, and eat breakfast, all concurrently. If it is custody week, I take Ellie to the River for about 1 1/2 hour jaunt. If not, I clean/repair house or run errands. Then it is bed time again from 11:30 to 1:30. Get up, eat lunch, shower and off to work.
Weekend variation: Sat., same only late-morning, run errands; Sun., same, only church first. In the summer, the midday nap is a must; in the winter, not so much. The weekend afternoon is usually mine, and bedtime comes earlier 10 or 11pm.
Notice all the sleeping? Yeah, me, too. I get invites all the time for parties with coworkers. Very rarely attend. When I do, I am the master of the arrive late, leave early schtick.
Written out like this, it sounds like no fun, but actually I find it rewarding enough. After all, there were years when I couldn't do much more than sleep, work, and sleep some more.
pb
Little Pond
Monday, July 21, 2008
Another round of layoffs.
No personal friends claimed this time, though. We lost the entire online department, including a former member of our happy little group.
I mention this because I had wanted to join online. Seemed the wave of the future.
Instead I remained in Composing where we are in charge of the melding of news and advertising. That means I spend the entire week as Quality Control in advertising. A tough job given the number of agents and artists, none of whom is great with spelling and detailing.
Well, that paid off. Sort of.
This week we were tops in the national network of Advertising Quality for Gannett. Yay.
They sent up an icecream cake, with some silly remarks about how they know we are working in muggy, unairconditioned heat. Yay.
Said cake was half chocolate. Yay.
I mean, boo. Cramped me up so bad that I was praying for a cleansing vomiting session. Frankly, if I had been alone, the finger would have gone done the throat. For the only time since I started the new shift, I had company right up to 11:30pm.
Ice cream cake is so much cheaper than fixing the air conditioning or sending out bonuses.
Here's where someone says "You should be glad you have a job." And I am, but I also know that the last time we "won" such an award, I was promoted to full time, and immediately went on partial layoff from September to December.
Yay?
pb
Little Pond
I mention this because I had wanted to join online. Seemed the wave of the future.
Instead I remained in Composing where we are in charge of the melding of news and advertising. That means I spend the entire week as Quality Control in advertising. A tough job given the number of agents and artists, none of whom is great with spelling and detailing.
Well, that paid off. Sort of.
This week we were tops in the national network of Advertising Quality for Gannett. Yay.
They sent up an icecream cake, with some silly remarks about how they know we are working in muggy, unairconditioned heat. Yay.
Said cake was half chocolate. Yay.
I mean, boo. Cramped me up so bad that I was praying for a cleansing vomiting session. Frankly, if I had been alone, the finger would have gone done the throat. For the only time since I started the new shift, I had company right up to 11:30pm.
Ice cream cake is so much cheaper than fixing the air conditioning or sending out bonuses.
Here's where someone says "You should be glad you have a job." And I am, but I also know that the last time we "won" such an award, I was promoted to full time, and immediately went on partial layoff from September to December.
Yay?
pb
Little Pond
Friday, July 18, 2008
Where have I been?
Right here.
All for now. More yardwork this weekend. More ladders, more heat, more noisy power tools. We have ordered a city dump truck for the offal of it all. We hope to fill it.
Otherwise, our neighbors will no doubt be glad to help. Fill the dump truck that is. With their yard trimmings, too.
pb
Little Pond
All for now. More yardwork this weekend. More ladders, more heat, more noisy power tools. We have ordered a city dump truck for the offal of it all. We hope to fill it.
Otherwise, our neighbors will no doubt be glad to help. Fill the dump truck that is. With their yard trimmings, too.
pb
Little Pond
Friday, July 11, 2008
Anyone else?
I cannot believe that I am taking a 24-hour Zirtec (generic) and my usual antihistamine, both at the same time. And still my sinuses drip! I have ordered a prescription nasal spray, fluticasone, to dry that up, but for heaven's sake!
All together, along with the Flovent inhaler, and I am still groping for the albuterol. I wanted to get off that completely.
Geez, what a disgusting thing the human body can be...
Anyone? Eastcoasters? Midatlantickers? Is it just me?
pb
Little Pond
All together, along with the Flovent inhaler, and I am still groping for the albuterol. I wanted to get off that completely.
Geez, what a disgusting thing the human body can be...
Anyone? Eastcoasters? Midatlantickers? Is it just me?
pb
Little Pond
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