I just got my bill for my second of three trips to the emergency room.
You know, the one where they did an EKG, took two x-rays of my lungs and did a breathing treatment on me?
$3000.
Seriously.
I’m going to have to start selling my plasma or something.
I love not having insurance.
Man, I’ve been raking it in here lately.
Yesterday, I asked Trish if I could have her old phone since she switched her service provider. She totally handed it over. I got it hooked up today, and mostly figured out. I love a new toy!
Then, today, I get a message from Elizabeth that her fiancee is bringing me home an office chair. Now I have this nice cushy office chair to sit in! It totally kicks butt. Completely. Utterly. Comfy.
Anyone else got any cool free stuff to hand over?
I’m all about it!
Chester
Originally uploaded by GoodSheila.
This is Tom’s neice’s puppy.
His name is Chester.
He’s teeeeeeny tiny.
And, he’s cute.
And, I’ve got nothing else to say right now, so I thought I would swarm you with his cuteness.
And, I highjacked Trish’s blog too.
Not that I had anything interesting to say over there either.
But, you know…
While attempting to fall asleep last night, my eye started doing some crazy muscle spasm thingee. It was one of those really annoying twitches that you really want to make stop.
But, instead I got a little excited.
It was my right eye that was twitching.
As soon as the spasm was over, I tested my eye. It closes all the way now!
Holy geez, its amazing! I might be able to make it through the day without pouring a bottle of Visine in my eye.
The Bell’s Palsy still hasn’t gone away completely. My smile is a smidge lopsided (I tried to take a picture, but it just doesn’t do it justice). I can’t draw through a straw without careful placement.
But, I’m not complaining too much.
Right now.
Maybe later.
Probably later.
Okay, definitely later.
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On a side note, and in my side bar, there is a new graphic.
I’m fairly certain anyone who reads any other blogs has already found out that a fellow blogger has lost his only five year old son in a horrible drowning accident.
Nothing can be done to help fix this horrible situation. No words and no actions can make it better.
The blogging community is trying to help the only way we know how: financially.
Please, if you have $5 or more to spare, donate it here.
We actually have a very delicate balance here.
Take one person out of the equation, everything goes to heck in a hand basket.
Take one person out of the equation and THEN need to go pick up the wheelchair accessible van throws a really large wrench into the works.
Especially when I need to be in two totally different places tonight anyhow.
I’ve got one time restraint figured out. Now its just a matter of getting to work sometime too.
Oh, yeah, and picking up the van.
Paul went to the doctor today, using Tom’s van, and they decided to admit him into the hospital for reasons I do not know… I don’t know when he’ll get out. I don’t know anything. In fact, Paul doesn’t know anything either.
How do you get admitted into the hospital and not know why?!?!!
I mean, seriously.
