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Early tomorrow morning, the docs are going to work at removing the aortic pump. It's not meant to be left in long term, and my Poppy's heart is starting to work a bit more on it's own.



They've made no bones about the risk involved, but I am hopeful. So much more so than the last three days.



On a side note, this afternoon, one of my dad's docs looked at me and told me to go see my own doctor. So, I went.



I am apparently trying to develop my own case of pneumonia, I received an antiobiotic shot in the ass, laughter and a lecture when I asked Doc Hadnott to just keep me functional for three more days, and he gave me a pill to take the minute I get home, and an injunction to return Sunday for another antibiotic shot. I think Sunday. I'll have to look at the reminder card. "Three days. *snort* Girl, what you need to do is get some damn sleep."



I took the pill and got a few hours of sleep. I'll proably head back to bed again here soon to try for a bit more.



I did a stupid thing this morning on the way to the hospital. I stopped at Walgreens to get some water and pop. When I came out of the store ... I saw that I'd dutifully locked my car ... but had left the driver's side door wide open when I went into the store.



I need a keeper, I think. *snort*



Oh. Yesterday, the first experiment ever with a crockpot came out fabulous.



Today, the second experiment with a crockpot was ... yunky.



50% success ratio with it.



Tomorrow, the boys cook.

Dad opened his eyes, waggled his eyebrows and squoze my hand.



This is a good good thing.

We're playing a waiting game right now.



We'll know within the next 24-48 hours whether my father's body will start to pick up what the hospital is doing mostly for him right now, i.e. the meds to keep his blood pressure up and the aortic pump to help his heart beat.



He seems a bit stronger.



Time will tell. I hope it tells a happier tale.

My day started at about 1am. Dad went south in the night and they moved the cardiac catheter that was scheduled for this morning to IMMEDIATE. They put in an aortic pump to help his heart continue beating. He had a fairly severe heart attack late last night. When my brother and I got there, they started discussing valve replacement and quintuple (or cabbage) bypass. As necessities. As in "If he doesn't have these, he WILL die, and if he does have these, he may well die in the process."



...



Ok.



So. A few hours later into the prep, the thorasic surgeon came to my brother and I and said, "If we do the surgery, he will die. Period. We need to try and get him stronger. AND ... not only does he have pneumonia, congestive heart failure with two heart attacks in one day on top of it all, he's got a systemic infection we need to curb before we can do anything."



So. They're trying to treat as much as possible.



They let us know today and tomorrow will be the telling thing as to his likelihood of coming out of this, of surviving.



So.



Fuck.

He also ahd a small heart attack this morning, in addition to finding out he's got pneumonia and congestive heart failure from all the fluid.



Fuck.

So. Carolyn is out this week. We've got a temp. and it's imperative I be at the office. ... I'm about to follow the ambulance in to ft. sam houston. my father was coughing up a fair amount of blood this morning.



I'm just waiting for the phone to charge a few more minutes.

I want chips and queso with salsa.



I think I'll makes some.

SamSam will not be able to come over tonight.



Her alien is sick.



*sad face*

I'm proud of me.





I went to the grocery store and it was crowded with logjams of carts inside and I neither freaked out and left my basket nor caused great gouts of arterial spray to decorate the baking goods aisle.





I did well.





Now, gimme a damn cookie.

I find myself in a bit of a pensive mood.



I'm not sure why.

Nummies. In the form of chocolate, neck nuzzles, good red wine and foot massage.



SOmeone better hop to on that shit. =)

I have said it before.



The only reason I was there was because Dolly is a new new new mommy and needed bed sheets for the baby crib.



So. There I am, trying to figure out if all the sheets are standard or whatnot, and this hussy, this horrid woman walked up to me and asked, in a bright and shiny voice with a bright and shiny face I wanted to bash in with a vaporizer and butt wipes, "When is the baby due?"



...



I said, "... Honey. It's. Just. Fat. Now bugger off and go sniff paint."



...



Wal-Mart is evil.



And I'm not that fat anymore.



... Am I?

From March 2005





Take 2oz of golden copal resin & 5 small pieces of frankincense, place in a copper pot, then place it on low heat and let it begin to melt.



LOW HEAT! Dont burn it!



To the melted resin, add:



1/2 teaspoon anise seed

a touch of camphor ground up (1/4 teaspoon)

8 drops of orange oil



Pour mixture into a large bowl of water. It will harden in the water. Remove from water and place on wax paper.



After it has totally hardened break up into small pieces. You now have a wonderful Spring scented resin incense to burn on charcoal tablets.



Note: The longer it sits the better the scent becomes as the anise seed absorbs into the hard resin.

Amos Moses lyrics

Artist - Jerry Reed

Album - Golden Classics Edition





Lyrics -





Yeah...

Here comes Amos



Now Amos Moses was a Cajun

He lived by hisself in the swamp

And hunted alligator for a living

He'd just knock 'em in the head with a stump

The Louisiana law is gonna getcha you, Amos

It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy



Now everyone blamed his old man

For makin' him mean as a snake

When Amos Moses was a boy

His daddy would use him for alligator bait

Tie a rope around his waist and throw him in the swamp



Ha ha ha



Alligator bait in the Louisiana bayou

About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana

Lived a man called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hannah

Well they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries

Named him after a man of the cloth

Called him Amos Moses



Yeah

Ha ha



Now the folks around south Louisiana

Said Amos was a hell of a man

He could trap the biggest, the meanest alligator

And just use one hand

That's all he got left cause an alligator bit it

Ha ha ha

Left arm gone clean up to the elbow



Well the sheriff got wind that Amos

Was in the swamp trappin' alligator skin

So he snuck in the swamp gonna get the boy

But he never came out again

Well, I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went to



Heh heh



Well you can sure get lost in the Louisiana bayou

About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana

Lived a cat called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hannah

Well they raised up a son that could eat up his weight in groceries

Named him after a man of the cloth

Called him Amos Moses



Sit down on 'em Amos

Make it count son

About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana

Lived a man called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hannah...

Crappy picture, but nifty present.



O_O



I'm afraid to wear the darn thing. =/

Stolen from TheSnarkHunter.

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heheheh



Go Go Christine Levine!!



Now.



GO LISTEN TO MY PROFILE TOONS!

When next I seem him.



*snort*



Dammit, ToiletDuc.