Archive | April 13, 2006

Health update – read if you want or not….

Went to my lovely gasterenterologist this week. I love him but sometimes….
His take on my having the barfing, etc flu for 3 weeks was, “Well, you know your system is abnormally sensitive to any digestive infection.” Oh duh! And I get to see him in 6 months. He usually doesn’t put a time on it, crap! Means he’s getting ready to re-do the medication regime. I hate when he does that. Having idiopathic gastroparesis mit hiatal hernia and a few other lovely quirks of the digestive tract is bad enough without messing with the meds. I already take one med that wigs out the pharmacy section of my health plan since I take it for an off-brand use. I even got a lecture from the pharmacist at Savon who didn’t know why I took the med about just needing metamucil not a med. Oh yeah! I want to have that rotting in my stomach, gross!

He is very gentle but being poked at in the tummy does not feel good.

A favourite poem

Polterguest, My Polterguest

I’ve put Miss Hopper upon the train,
And I hope to do so never again,
For must I do so, I shouldn’t wonder
If, instead of upon it, I put her under.

Never has host encountered a visitor
Less desirable, less exquisiter,
Or experienced such a tangy zest
In beholding the back of a parting guest.

Hoitful-toitful Hecate Hopper
Haunted our house and haunted it proper,
Hecate Hopper left the property
Irredeemably Hecate Hopperty.

The morning paper was her monopoly
She read it first, and Hecate Hopperly,
Handing on to the old subscriber
A wad of Dorothy Dix and fiber.

Shall we coin a phrase for “to unco-operate”?
How about trying “to Hecate Hopperate”?
On the maid’s days off she found it fun
To breakfast in bed at quarter to one.

Not only was Hecate on a diet,
She insisted that all the family try it,
And all one week end we gobbled like pigs
On rutabagas and salted figs.

She clogged the pipes and she blew the fuses,
She broke the rocker that Grandma uses,
And she ran amok in the medicine chest,
Hecate Hopper, the Polterguest.

Hecate Hopper, the Polterguest
Left stuff to be posted or expressed,
And absconded, her suavity undiminished,
With a mystery story I hadn’t finished.

If I pushed Miss Hopper under the train
I’d probably have to do it again,
For the time that I pushed her off the boat
I regretfully found Miss Hopper could float.

— Ogden Nash

Accomplishment for today: Taxes are done and will be mailed at lunch and unless I screwed up, I’m getting a modest refund.

I also finished my PowerPoint presentation for work and so far all the people who have vetted it like it. Now I just have to present the silly thing next week. Oh yeah, public speaking for a semi- hostile audience, sounds like fun to me. I say semi-hostile because one, they have never met me and two, I’m the one of the one’s who tells this dept when they have screwed up so some are probably coming loaded for bear.

The good news about the meeting is that I get to drive my pretty car. Department road trip! I just hope it’s not raining because Woodland Hills to Huntington Beach is a long way in the rain.

You know the game of adding the phrase “in bed” after reading the fortune in a fortune cookie? I’m thinking of making people say “the system” after the points on most of the slides because it’s just too stupid to keep typing over and over since we are talking about codes that drive the system and what happens when they give the wrong information so the incorrect codes for Finance get chosen.

I already have sound effects of breaking glass and explosions for the slides about the effect of when they screw up. I think that will make the point.