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As if I needed another reason to be excited about working with Charlotte Comicon again for their upcoming December 15th show, this news just tugs at my heart strings. It’s no secret that the 501st Carolina Garrison of Stormtroopers does all that they can throughout the year to support many causes and organizations. In the past, they have helped me raise money for the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation at various events, including collecting money at the Spring 2013 Charlotte Comicon. The Klingons did an amazing job
Wordless Wednesday It’s been long enough. The time has come. Who am I to argue when the bills are piling up, the fridge needs filling, and Christmas is just around the corner? Hi-Ho!!
Well, well, well. Where do we even begin…. I enjoy Live Tweeting during the show, but knowing the importance of the mid-season finale I chose to only post reactionary and expletive tweets with a few onomatopoeia thrown in for good measure. I felt this allowed me to be respectful of our friends overseas who will not see the episode until next Friday, while still being able to play with my friends here. You know me…no pity for the west coast. Wink. First things first, you
I hate that I wasn’t able to post any recaps or reviews for episodes 05 or 06. As most of you know, I had been admitted to the hospital, again, to try and fix this lung. Surely by now, you should be all caught up with what happened in those two episodes. So I will not post a recap for either of them. I will, however, give you my quick 2-cents, something I dislike doing this far out. I’d much rather post an opinion while
Today is November 14. I was admitted on November 5. You do the math. Things were going well, until they weren’t. Monday night, I began coughing and choking so hard that I sprung another air leak, potentially undoing all of the surgeries. I was placed back on suction. I decided at that point to accept the offer of pain meds and slept as much as possible on Tuesday. Wednesday morning they took me off of suction, again. I had a decent day. Then around 5pm
I have no clue what day it is. I believe it is Saturday. Surgery was Thursday. G got stuck on the interstate and wasn’t here when they took me, but he was there when I woke up. The anesthesiologist blasted Rush for me in the OR until I went to sleep. The surgeon used my current chest tube hole, reopened a previous site, and added a third one mid-back, which he has already advised that I have tattooed. I refused the PCA pump; after my
I have decided to take advantage of the ‘draft’ aspect of the blog and write a little bit here and there throughout the day. I’ll upload it fully this evening. First, it’s 5:15am. Why dafuq am I up and blogging? Well, for starters, my night nurse lacks ninja skills. At 1am, the door flung open, “Hey Mrs. Marks, I have your IV medicine.” She was loud, lights were bright, and when she was done let the door slam behind her. I liked everything else about
I’m pretty sure even Helen Keller saw this one coming. I’m an inpatient, once again. This makes the third hospital stay this year. I’m in better spirits than I was the last time (September 9-25, 2013) I was here. Mostly because last time there were too many unknowns, too many “new” experiences for me, and far too many let downs. Knowing that I can’t live forever with a chest tube and air leak, going back for a more aggressive approach was inevitable. I’m grateful the
It has taken me all day to try and decide what I wanted to write about last night’s episode of The Walking Dead. And, honestly, I’m still not entirely sure what I would like to say. This episode made me sad, angry, scared, and angry again. Bah! Why did the show’s cast and creators have to be so good at getting me emotionally invested?! First thing’s first. Here is a spoiler filled recap of episode 4. All up to speed? Good. On to the opinionated