Road Rage & The Beast

On the drive home yesterday, I was talking to a friend on the phone, and I was cut off by some douche bag.  What made this so bad is the space this douche bag cut into was maybe 1 1/4 car lengths.  This is typical for Atlanta traffic.

I’m pretty sure I cussed the douche bag out.  But my rage got the better of me and the Beast had some choice words for that douche bag.  Something about I would be wrong ifI went and pulled him out of his car and bashed his head into his car.

I know that shocked her, may have frightened her a bit, but still not sure about that part.  But I could hear in her voice that she wanted nothing to do with who I was at that moment, and I don’t blame her.  The angry me is not a pleasant me to be around.  I used to not know this, but over the years, I have realized who that person is, and have kept him under control.  But something about that smug little bastard yesterday…the Best would not be contained.

Prayer, meditation, and music are the tools I have used over the years to keep the Beast calm and under control.  Yesterday I guess he decided he needed to show up for a moment and show that he is still there.  I know he’s there, always has been there, and I have never forgotten.  I told him that, and I think we are back on the same page.

What Have You Learned?

I’ve learned there are 3 things I should change about my partner…

Their last name, their address, and the way they feel about men…

I’ve learned there are 3 things I should be to my partner…

Their spiritual leader, their security, and their best friend…

I’ve learned there are 3 things I should say to a my partner…

I love you, I got you, and don’t worry about a thing…

I’ve learned there are 3 things I should give to my partner…

My last name, my ring, and my everything…

I’ve learned there are 3 things I should accept from my partner…

Their children, their prayers, and their heart…

I’ve learned there are 3 things I should listen for in my partner…

Their dreams, their thoughts, and their cries…

I’ve learned there are 3 things I should see in my partner…

Their value, their loyalty, and their smile…

I’ve learned there are 3 things I should cherish in my partner…

Their laughter, their kisses, and their love.


Change Is Coming Nephew…

I didn’t get to meet with my trainer last like as we had planned, due to the visitor policy at my current gym, but since I have paid for the month, I’m going to finish it out, then move to a gym with a friendlier visitor policy so that my trainer and I can have our sessions.

I did see my trainer on Saturday, and the first thing he says to me is that he can see some slimming down in my face.  That makes me feel pretty good, lets me know that my working out and change in my eating habits are working.  I can’t see the progress, but I trust him if he says it.

Also, I’m noticing something that I am very happy about…my clothes are getting bigger.  Nothing too extreme, but noticeable.  I need new belts.  I am pulling my current ones to the last hole, and they are still too loose.  But that is a good problem to have.  I’m actually pretty damn happy about it as I write this.  I have not stepped on a sale since I was at the doctors office, and I have no plans to do so.  One thing my trainer told me is that body fat percentage means a bit more than my actual weight.  He’s the professional, so I am listening to him.

Today is a wonderful day and I am not going to complain.  The sun is out, I am getting in better shape, and getting healthier.  I have a job that I enjoy going to, and people around me who actually care about my well being.  I’m living my best life right now.  LOL

Withdrawal Symptoms

With my new marching orders, I have done a pretty good job of eating better.  The only backsliding I have done was last weekend at Dragon Con, and that is just the nature of a Con.  But something I had not thought about until I talked to Smoochie earlier today.  I have had no withdrawal symptoms.

Earlier today, I needed to take some moving supplies to a friend, and since I was rushing a bit, I didn’t get to eat lunch, which was going to be the roast beef and stuff that I made last night.  So I stopped at Chick-Fil-A and grabbed some nuggets.  Chick-Fil-A has some really good nuggets, but what I noticed is that I could not eat them.  Nothing was wrong with them, they were not bad, they were not cold.  They were hot and looked wonderful.  But When I tried to eat them, my body just said no.  No vomiting or anything, but they just were not appealing.  I knew eventually my body would adjust to the new eating habits, but I was not expecting it to be this fast.

Also, what happened to my withdrawal symptoms?  I have not had any really massive cravings no have I just had to have some junk food.  My body’s only way of telling me that something is different, and this might be TMI, but my body is sending me to the bath room more often to take a dump.  As if my body is saying, “hold up homie, where is what we used to eat?  What is this new stuff?”  At some point my body will adjust and this will be the norm.

I just thought it was interesting that I was not having any of the cravings and other physical issues that people have suggested come with a change in diet.  And these were all from people who experienced the physical issues of withdrawal.  Of course it’s only been 2 weeks, and maybe my body has not yet noticed, and it’s going to hit me hard at some point.  Who knows.  Let’s just stay on this path and find out what happens.

Gotta Get My Head Back In The Game

So I have been out of the hospital for almost 2 weeks, and physically, I am in good health.  I really do feel like a new man.  Mentally, I have not had why head in the game.  I warmed up a bowl of soup in the microwave, and tried to pick it up.  Forgetting that stone conducts heat, I burned a couple of my fingers.  Not severely, but bad enough to make me remember basic physics.

At Dragon Con this weekend, I was so off my game.  Got lost trying to get to a few panels and did not do a good job of being a proper guide for a friend who was attending for the first time.

So all that I ask is that you all give me some time to get my head back in the game.  Realizing your own mortality, realizing you almost died, that can do some strange things to you.  I’ll be fine in a few days, but just be patient with me.

A Few Days In The Hospital

So yeah, the title really tells you what this one is about.  Some of the details will not be exact, since I did not write this as soon as it happened, but this is the meat of the story.

So on Saturday the 18th I woke up and knew I was sick.  I was shivering, had diarrhea, and a lot of vomiting.  Around 2:00 p.m. I had a temperature of 102.  So Tia gave me some extra strength Tylenol, thinking that would help get the fever down.  And in normal situations, it would.  While taking it, she told me if my fever got really bad, I had two options.  Get in the ambulance or get in her truck to go to the Hospital.

Tia brought me some soup and crackers, with some ginger ale.  I was not able to hold it down.  I spent a lot of time on the bathroom floor hugging the porcelain bowl as well as sitting on the porcelain bowl.  It was a really shitting Saturday.

Come 8:30, Chris comes up stairs and we find out my temperature and it is 103.7.  At 104, brain damage can occur, as well as organ failure.  And I love my brain way too much to let anything happen to it.  Chris goes downstairs to tell Tia what my temperature is, and I begin to get dressed.  At this point, I know I’m going to the hospital, I’m not even going to fight it.

So Tia takes me to the ER, and drops me off to go park the car.  The lady at the admissions desk asks me some questions, I tell her my fever is 103.7, and she presses the button, and says, “oh, you can come on around now.”  They know this is much worse than I am aware of.  Tia makes her way in and has to look for me, because they took me back so fast.  LOL

So they are checking my vitals and asking me questions.  They ask me if I had any pain, and for the first time in a long time, I actually had some pain.  I told them about the pain in my left leg, that extended from my groin to my calf.  The nurse made a strange face, and continued taking her notes.

They stick me and take some blood, then send me off to make them a urine sample.  So a few hours go by and they finally come back with the news that they are admitting me…at 3:30-ish in the morning.  I;’m not happy, but I know it must be serious.

So I finally make my way to a room, they take more blood, and start me on a saline drip.  After a few hours my temp goes down and I start to feel better.  The nurses & doctors have also scheduled a series of x-rays to find out what is going on with the pain in my leg.  I didn’t think anything of it, as I attributed the pain to the odd positions I was on most of the day on the bathroom floor.

So they take some x-rays of my legs, my chest, and my abdomen. The x-rahys reveal that I have a large blood clot…remember when I said my leg was hurting from my groin down to my calf.  Yeah, that big.  So they immediately put me on a blood thinner, as well as an aggressive round of antibiotics.  The doctors said that what was going on with me was caused by an infection of some sort.  The x-rays also revealed something strange about my kidneys.  That it appeared as if I passed a kidney stone.  The doctor said it must have been a small one since I never felt any pain when passing it.

So over the next few days my temperature gets back to normal, I complained and bitched a lot about all the poking and taking blood, the blood clot begins to clear, and the antibiotics did their job.  This was my first time being admitted to the hospital and I hope it is the last.  I was talking to the doctors during one of the times they saw me, and the realization that I could have died had I not went to the hospital sat in.  I probably would not have died that night, but easily within the next few weeks had I not gone to get checked out.

After being discharged, I packed up and started to head out of my hospital room, but on the way out, the bandage they had where one of the IV’s came loose.  And being on the blood thinner has me not clotting as fast as normal.  So when the bandage comes off, I start bleeding.  It’s not gushing, but it’s running down my arm, and there is a lot of it.  And I am happy to report that the sigh of my own blood does not bother me.  LOL

So yeah, that is where I am right now.  Thankful to be alive, on blood thinners for the next 6 months, and trying to get my head back in the game.

Moral of the story, go to the doctor when you don’t feel well.  Go once a year for your check up, and talk to people, let them know what is going on with you so that you are not going through something alone.

Day 1 Of My Vacation

So I took this week off from work, I have not taken a vacation in a very long time.  Too damn long to try and remember when I took the last one.  I had plans today…big plans of getting caught up on a few tv shows, as well as vegging out on some XBox for a while.

Guess what I did today…I slept.  I slept a lot.  Apparently my body was tired and wanted a lot more rest than I thought it would want/need.

Lesson learned today, listen to your body, it will not steer you in the wrong direction.  Ok body, I hear you, and I am sorry I have not always listened to you.  I will going forward.

Where Do We Go From Here?

I wrote this back in Febuary, but never posted it.  It’s time….

Where Do We Go From Here?

What do we do?  How do we move forward?  We do what other teams do when they lose the Super Bowl.  We lick our wounds and get ready for next season.

And I don’t wish to trade this experience for a losing season, no, not at all.  Be glad we had this trip to show people what we can do.  Now, now we go back into the workshop and retool.  We look at why we lost the Super Bowl and fix those issues.

We know the formula to get there, and I have faith that this is not our last trip there.  Not by a long shot.

It hurts. It hurts like hell, but I’m right there with you brothers.  Right there with you as we cheer on and celebrate our Atlanta Falcons.  The national media is going to shit on us, we can’t do it to ourselves.

As The Calls Pend….

In this episode of as the calls pend… 

1. Lady calls 911 because her glasses are stolen and wants an eta for police, we advise it may be a while due to the nature of other calls at that precinct. She then curses the operator out and explains that her glasses are just as important as someone’s life because without them she’s nothing :\

2. Elderly woman calls because her pet racoon was stolen by animal control and she wants them to find “her racoon” and bring it back, also noting she would know if it was the wrong one

3. Female calls requesting police conduct a “welfare check” on her husband… he went to purchase weed hours ago and hasn’t returned yet. She then proceeds to give her husbands name, vehicle description, tag and the drug dealers address. #hesgonnaleaveyou

#asthecallspend #pdproblems #dispatchproblems #blesstheyhearts #cantmakethisup

A Complex Sentence

I love these moments between a friend of mine and her kids.

The Boy to Mommy moment:

Background: The Boy and I were discussing his spelling words for the week. One of his words was humid.

The Boy to Mommy: What does humid mean?

I explain what humid means.

The Boy to Mommy: Use humid in a sentence, I want to make sure I understand your definition…

I use humid in a sentence…

The Boy to Mommy: hmmmmm…

Mommy to The Boy: what’s wrong? You don’t follow my sentence?

The Boy to Mommy: Yeah I follow, but I was looking for a more complex sentence..

Mommy to Self: Word.. you questioning sentence complexity and you didn’t know the definition of the word???

Over it