Showing posts with label blogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogs. Show all posts

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Wacky Day.

I've been without home access to the internet intermittently for weeks. The cable guy came over and assured me I had connectivity, so the problem must be with my computer. He suggested I defragment my drive, something I already have the computer do automatically every week.

I did, however, do some extra "cleaning up," did a re-start, and presto! I'm on.

I'm home today as I had some minor complications following yesterday's colonoscopy. (It's true what they all say, that the prep is far worse than the actual procedure.) The results are that I probably have irritable bowel syndrome, and some polyps were removed for biopsy. They are looking for celiac sprue, essentially a reaction to gluten. The result? I have to give up at least the following: caffeine, carbonated beverages, nicotine, and spicy foods. In addition, I may have to watch what kinds of wheat products I eat.

My MRI results on my neck and brain came back. The neck (and the surgery from 2006) looks great, no problems. The Chiari malformation seems unchanged. The issue is with the blood vessels in my brain-- some sort of "abnormalities." Doctor has ordered an MRA (the nurse described it as "just like an MRI, but using a different software package"). Things they might be looking for: AVM (this is what Nate Fisher had on "Six Feet Under"), aneurysm, or any kind of "hardening of the arteries." Sheesh.


Just shoot me already.


Meanwhile, a reporter from the Wall Street Journal emailed me, as she found my post about using Zabasearch.com to find out info on the then-new boyfriend. She found the post hilarious, and wants to interview me for a story about internet searching for the WSJ! How fun is that?


Wacky day.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Huh-larious.

I absolutely LOVE The Comics Curmudgeon, a blog that rips apart all the daily comic strips in the paper. For example:


“Mothers are supposed to beat their children when they disobey. You’re weak, Mommy, just like Daddy says, just like your crying little daughter over there. Weak.”


This guy is brilliant. He says what we're all thinking. And his writing is snappy, witty and sarcastic-- just the way I likes it! He makes it fun to follow Mary Worth, Apartment 3-G, and Gil Thorp.


Check out his site when you need a laugh.

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