Beautiful Scary Comic from emilyterrible

My kids are all grown up but if they were still little I would definitely be reading them this fantastic comic from @emilyterrible. It's perfect for getting ready for Halloween.

http://sockefeller.livejournal.com/42861.html

If you're not following her on twitter you totally should. She posts gorgeous, fun drawings.

In other news I have some lung thing. Maybe pneumonia, maybe bronchitis. Interestingly it presents with the same symptoms as a tension pneumothorax but of course it's not because I've had it for a couple of months and would be deader than dead if it were a pneumothorax. So you know, whatever.

Cullen has a plantar wart which he is having removed. I took him for his first appointment today and the doctor said he was going to put some "strong acid" on the foot. He leaves it on for four days then comes back after a bit, the doctor debrides his foot and they start over again. This goes on for like a month. What could be more fun than that? It's hard to imagine.

My neighbor's boxer jumped into my yard and I thought he was going to mix it up with Mal but luckily some visitors rescued us. The boxer seems nice but kind of growly and Mal was on the leash so I was a little worried about Mal feeling trapped by the leash and overreacting. But all was well and we made our escape and went to the store and all was well.

Still sick

Spent enough time at the doctor's yesterday to read Kelley Armstrong's Men of the Otherworld cover to cover. Then came home with another 14o dollars worth of medicine, most of which has to be refilled, one three times. Hopefully this will do the trick. My diaphragm has been going to spasm from all of the coughing. Ready to stop now, please.

Bleah

I've been sick since Monday, throwing up and dizzzy every day. It's extremely annoying and I don't know what's causing it. Maybe my intracranial pressure is spiking again. Or possibly it's becuase of the elevated PT/INR. I'm not sure if that's any better yet. I got a blood test on Thursday but nobody answered the phone at the hematologist on Friday so I don't know if things are back to normal. I hope they are as I'm back on the coumadin.

In other news Cam is learning to shoot a gun today with his dad. That should be interesting.

I had a dream that Conan hired me to write jokes on his show, which was really surreal because I was nervous and babbling. Maybe that's how he likes his writers.

Reading Cassie Clare's City of Bones. You know you're sick when you're too tired to hold the book and your vision keeps doubling, making it hard to see the letters. Ugh.

Still sick

I got very little done today. Am starting to wonder if I have a sinus infection. Pain on left side of face from cheekbone down to aching molars. Quite annoying. I've pitched out all the flowers in the house so it shouldn't be allergies, unless its allergies coming in from outside.

I leave you with this charming Wild Things bento. http://annathered.wordpress.com/2009/01/31/bento32-where-the-wild-things-are-right-side/

Sick in bed all day

Did not get up until 7:30. Went right back to bed to read. Thankfully I have plenty of books to keep me busy. Starting a Michael Chabon thing called Maps and Legends.

Our continuing mission - to seek out new emo characters

Continuing the conversation I've been having at various places about whether a character is emo or goth, I think Hugh of the Borg is definitely emo, especially in Descent, the episode where poor Geordie is tortured by Data, who is being manipulated by his awful brother.

In other news both Cullen and I have bronchitis. I also have sinusitis and two (2!) ear infections, which kind of explains the dizziness and exhaustion. I've got a pre-op appt scheduled for tomorrow but idk if you can have surgery when you've got bronchitis so I may have to cancel.

A little bit better

We're all a little bit better. Coughing like mad but no so much with the sore throats or the other annoying parts of an URI. I spent most of yesterday in bed watching the Start Trek the Next Generation marathon and swigging cough medicine while the boys went to go and visit various friends. We never did get around to having an actual Christmas dinner. Maybe tomorrow if we continue to feel a little better each day.

The most important thing I need to remember is no laughing as that causes massive coughing fits that end badly. I guess I'll trudge off to the doctor on Monday if I'm still hacking away.

I'm still having loads of trouble with the book I started a few months ago. I'm near the end and am in that slump that happens to a lot of writers as they get about three quarters of the way through. Is this book really worth finishing? Maybe I should work on this shiny new idea instead... It's frustrating and I'm hardly writing at all. Maybe five hundred words a day all told. Ugh. I'll be very happy when I finish the first draft and can set it aside for a bit.

All I want for Christmas is to stop coughing up blood

Sunday I took advantage of the day and fell asleep late in the afternoon. I woke up with an ungodly sore throat, which quickly turned into a full fledged upper respiratory infection. I've spent a lot of time since then coughing and throwing up from coughing too much. At one point I picked up a bottle of cough syrup (which had fallen down behind my nightstand, which should totally have been a clue) and misread the label. Instead of being filled in 2008 it had expired last year. The eight was secretly a six. As a result I had a terrible reaction and actually thought I was going to die during the night. My breathing slowed way down and my lungs filled up with gurgles. I felt like no air was actually getting into my blood. I was too sick to reach the phone to call for help and the kids couldn't hear me gasping and calling them. I finally turned on my CPAP machine, thinking the pressure would help force air into my lungs. That kind of worked and I finally fell asleep around six in the morning, which is when I should be getting Cam up for school.

I managed to work the next day, yesterday but still didn't get much sleep last night. Too much coughing and throwing up.

When I woke up this morning I coughed up a lot of blood and my nose bled and bled so I called my hematologist to get the results of my PT/INR, which I had on the 16th. Whoever answered the phone told me he was away from the office and couldn't I wait until Monday? Let's see, that's five days and I'm coughing up blood - no, I don't think I can wait.

Sure enough my PT/INR is too high and I've got to cut back on my blood thinners. It's unfortunate nobody called me earlier. I don't think I should have to wait more than a week to hear my medication is at a dangerous level.

So anyway, in case you can't tell, I'm awfully grouchy and tired. I also have to go and pick Chris up in a little bit, then wrap presents (I've been too sick to bother) before I can even think about going to bed.

I did manage to get the cat to the vet on Monday and drop him off for his glucose tests. His blood is still in the 4oo range so we need to up his insulin to six units twice a day. I also got Cam to his allergy shot and picked up Cullen's RX drugs but it's at times like this that I really wish I had a nice little robot to run errands for me.

Which reminds me, the Wii Fit asked me what my most memorable moment of the year is and I thought and thought and decided it was our conversation with Connie Willis at Balticon this year. I can't even tell you how much she impressed me. She's fantastic.

Stunningly sick today

Throwing up, dizzy, horrible headache all day. Somehow I managed to get my work done and write another thousand words of the Gabriel story. I have no idea how. Must have been the hand of God or something.

Now I have to figure out a way of getting to the grocery store as the kitties are out of food...

Out of beta?

It's odd that blogger is out of beta. I thought that Google products just stayed in beta forever. Less fuss less muss.

Everyone is sick just about. Cam still has bronchitis and a nasty ear infection. He's about to start his third antibiotic. I'm coughing so much I woke up in the middle of the night convinced I somehow breathed in my glasses and horrified at the thought of how painful it would be to pull them out of my throat.

Still plugging away on the book, which has no name. I've been hitting a thousand words a day and am up to 11,000 or so. I'm currently thinking of ridiculous endings like God coming in and saving everyone at the end.