Thursday, July 19, 2012


Mogwai and I were doodling yesterday, and I drew a sheep, which he thought was a cloud. So I drew him a cloud, and made it rain under the cloud, and then I added a rainbow. His response? "PONY!"

I think we've been watching too much My Little Pony.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Take That, Gallbladder! Goddamn Tiny Useless Bastard Organ

After three years of suffering, I finally managed to convince my doctors that I wasn't just making up the pain and misery I felt after every meal.  I was having all the hideous, godawful pain of gallstones, and no actual gallstones.  So, they'd run the same two tests on me, over and over, never finding gallstones and passing me along to a new specialist.  They finally took that little rat bastard out, and I've healed nicely from the laparoscopic procedure.  I can finally eat regular food again!  The problem I was having was that my gallbladder wasn't emptying of bile.  Any foods could trigger an attack, and often did.  Broccoli, pineapple, bread, corn, milk.  Essentially, all dairy products, most vegetables, most fruits, most meats, and most grains.  Every meal was like playing Russian Roulette, only I didn't know how many chambers were loaded. 

So now that the nightmare is over, I'm so happy!  I only wish I had thought to ask for my gallbladder.  I'd keep it in a jar, and every once in a while I'd glare at it, call it a useless motherfucker, and shake it around in its jar, and make it seasick.  Asshole.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Talking to the Computer

My little mogwai is talking to the computer.  On the login screen it has a thing about accessibility options, where it tells you the things it can do to help you if you're differently abled.  anyway, it's reading off options to him, and he's talking back to it, in his little bitty baby voice, in jargon. so cute!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Dildo-Assisted Suicide

So the kids are watching Yo Gabba Gabba, that kiddie show on Nickelodeon with the robot, the catdragon, and the dildo (the red one with the bumps, presumably For Her Pleasure).  DJ Lance, the giant guy who keeps the show moving along, started blowing bubbles, and the creatures wanted to start popping the bubbles.  Cool, okay, that's fine, ......wait......those bubbles have faces.....and now they are talking about being Magic Bubbles.  And...they want the robot and the flowerthing and the dildo to pop them...?  But....if they're alive....isn't that assisted suicide?!?  OHMYGODTHISSHOWISSICK!

I'm so afraid of confrontations (despite having a very confrontational personality) that clicking the "notification" button on Facebook gives me panic attacks.  Although that's only after I've said things that could be considered controversial.  Usually I only go on there to see pictures of other peoples' dogs. Or children.  But if I've said something that might upset someone, seeing that little globe in red makes me sweat buckets and get all hyperventilatey.

Ruby is Max's Mom, Duh

It's so obvious, everyone's always, where are their parents? Why is no-one watching these two bunnychildren?  But, duh, idiots.  Ruby is Max's mother!  Have you seen how much makeup she wears when she puts some on?  She is clearly a prostitute.  I bet that Mr. Piazza is the father.

I need to watch something other than preschool shows.  They're warping my mind.

Withdrawal's going okay for now.  Feeling so-so.  Brain zaps are mostly gone, no other bad symptoms. Just having trouble staying focused, and a little tired, but that could also be attributed to the other problem I'm having.  Biliary Dyskinesia.  Basically, my gallbladder is bad, which runs in my family.  So usually they do an ultrasound and they can see the gallstones blocking up the bile ducts and causing pain and whatnot.  Well, they couldn't see anything wrong.  SO they pat me on the head, send me on my way; this has been going on for 3 years now.  Started off when i was preggers with the little one, my Mogwai.  Something about all the hormones produced during pregnancy hating your gallbladder. I guess it's rather common to get gallstones then.  So I tell the OB about the excruciating pain (bad enough I was sure I was dying on a weekly basis).  He pats me on the head, sends me on my way.  Silly female, you have a vagina so you're obviously mistaken about this pain!
I bring it up at every followup appointment, finally he agrees to do some testing, though it's a waste of time because 1) biliary dyskinesia doesn't show up on an ultrasound and 2) there's nothing that can be done while the baby is still being assembled because we don't want to risk harming it.

Long story short, three years later, I finally complained enough that a doctor listened to me instead of shuffling me off to someone else or telling me I didn't know what i was talking about.  So now they're going to go in and poke around at everything.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Oh, how misguided you are, poor past-self.  Thinking that you've already been through the worst and it's going to get better.  Oh, how wrong you were. How very, very wrong.

Two days of shitting out nothing but water.  Couldn't feel my goddamn legs because I was on the toilet for the better part of two days.  even drinking plain water made me feel like puking.  by the end there, my lips were starting to dry out and peel.  as ucky as that was to have to remember, it seems to be over.

the brain zaps are back, though, and the dizziness, and the mood swings are worse than ever.  plus the nausea stuck around, and my ass feels like someone took sandpaper to it.  what fun!  yeah, guys. take effexor.  great stuff.  miss a dose by a couple hours, and you get the brain zaps and mental confusion.  stop taking it for any reason, and even with a gradual step-down program of decreasing the dose over many months can still net you these fantastic side effects!

I was on effexor both times I discovered I was pregnant, and we had to ramp up the weaning-off process so they wouldn't be negatively affected by it.  of course, the withdrawal was covered up by the usual hideousness of the first trimester.  or maybe that was just me who had crippling nausea? something to think about when i can pull the fragments of my mind back together.

whenever my own misery gets too big, i put myself in someone else's shoes. Revan is my favorite one to do this with.  Oh, i still feel so much shame that i love kotor that much.  all the games i'd played before kotor were games my parents bought, and crash bandicoot doesn't have a whole lot of surprises in it to blindside you.  I bought kotor myself (and i'm sure there are plenty of people who completely expected it, but i was too damn excited to think about what was going on in the game. I just devoured it), started playing it, and when the big reveal came, I was utterly flabbergasted.  That, of course, was before I had kids, and could play games for hours and hours on end.  Now, it's harder to slip things by me, because I only play after the kids are in bed, which gives me maybe three hours to play as many games as I can before I get too tired and have to stop.  So I have all of the next day to think about everything I played the night before.

Oh, hello mental confusion, are you back again?  I see you clouded over everything while I was typing.  Glad to know I'll have you to keep me company while I'm going insane.


Sunday, March 18, 2012

Day I Have No Idea How Long I've Been Suffering But It's Too Damn Long

Stupid Kindle wouldn't let me make an actual post earlier, so here we go. 

Seems like today's been a good day.  Have I reached the summit already?  I think I'm a week in.  It feels like longer.  Sometimes I forget to breathe.  The brain-zaps are fewer, but they've been upgraded.  It's like my head is a Star Wars movie.  Gah.  Now I get the electroshock feeling, but when it happens, it's also like I'm standing inside a massive church bell and someone just whacked the outside with a hammer.  Sound effect would be GONNNN[bzzt]GGGGGGGGGG.  It's bizarre, annoying, and something I totally just lost my train of thought again.

But there were actual moments today, real, long moments, that lasted longer than a breath or two, where I felt like a human being again.  I was even able to read my baby bear a bedtime story (three times! I might have considered more, but we were getting too close to bedtime and he has school in the morning).  I read How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight? to him.  Adorable story.  He loved the dinosaurs and all the silly things they were doing.  I'm going to have to buy him all of those books.  I won't be able to resist. 

The highlight of the day was the fact that I felt well enough to play WoW.  This whole week I was so dizzy and sick I couldn't go near the game because I felt immediately like puking practically before I finished loading it.  So the fact that I ran DM twice to pick up lowbie gear to put in the guild vault is really a testament to how much of an improvement I've made in just the last twenty-four hours.