All right.  Here I am, good as my word.  I’ve been thinking a lot about how to explain how things were after the head injury I had at 15.  I really can’t come close. Suffice it to say I was a fun loving, popular teenager that had tons of friends and a happin’ social agenda.  I was voted Miss Favorite by my 8th grade class and was a maid on homecoming court my freshman year a couple of months before this whole thing happened.  I was extremely active with all my friends and ha... Read Full Story

A couple of weeks ago I got a look up on facebook.  Someone from my looooong ago past popped up in my email and said, “Hi, Krissa!”  She, apparently, was a dear friend long ago when I was a teeny teenager.  I don’t remember. See, there’s quite a good chunk of my childhood that I don’t remember, and I have a good reason for it.  I was in a really bad auto accident a couple of weeks before I turned 15 and I suffered a head injury that was quite a doozie.   (Spell c... Read Full Story

Hi, people!  How is every little thing?  That was completely rhetorical. Please refrain from answering aloud. Although I am always interested in communicating with you all via conventional methods. It is late at night and John and I took a late nap today and totally screwed up our sleep schedules.  He is sitting in the riff raff room downloading some music and at the moment playing Wooly Bully obnoxiously loud. I am sitting at the dining room table, or as we have come to know it around here, ... Read Full Story

I don’t know if I ever mentioned it on my soggy bloggy or not, but the last time I was visiting Mither and Pop, my glasses got broken. And I mean in a big way. Note the photographic evidence: They are missing both lenses.  And have been run over, literally. Anyway, so all I have is this one pitiful little pair of reading glasses that are, (used to be), the right prescription for me to read with, and that’s it.  No more seeing distance or medium range for me, it’s way over r... Read Full Story

OK, last night I had a duzie of a dream.  So bizarre it’s reset the standards.  Well, mine anyway. First of all there was this really large rocky…pond in the middle of this area and a beautiful, high dollar ultra modern house on the east side.  Yes, I can tell direction, even in my dreams… just one of the many joys of being me… I was on the south side of it and there was a rotund man, that I was doing surveillance of, getting in a truck on the west side, opposite the h... Read Full Story

Wednesday, October 21, 2009 We are home from the hospital and I am just kind of wallowing around in guilt.  We have been here since the 15th. That’s right.  Almost a week as I type this.  I am a horrible person for not updating everyone sooner.  But, I am also a tired, and never gonna get caught up with anything person.  You know…. that kind. John is just tired.  All the time.  I have tried to get him to mow the yard help him sleep in anyway I can, but his sleep is restless at bes... Read Full Story

I swear, I can’t remember the last time I was this frustrated, (that doesn’t have to do with parenting).  We took our happy little asses home and the first night was great.  We both slept like the dead. However, the next day John began having some sharp pains in his left side.  He said it felt a lot like the catch you get in your side from running, only worse.  These pains began keeping him up at night and he had shortness of breath with them  as well. So I called the damn doctor ... Read Full Story

Well, the good news is very, very good news.  They re-ran the blood test for cancer and it was negative.  So the “diagnosis” part of the report was incorrect and quite possibly meant for someone else.  Poor bastard, I wonder if they ever bothered to tell him/her?  Anyway, very, very, VERY happy about that one!  Woo-hoo and all that happy crap. Not to mention, the angiogram showed no evidence of blockages or narrowings.  Just a weakened, enlarged heart that was pumping ineffectivel... Read Full Story

Maybe the title of my last post jinxed us.  Because, honestly, the thought of me just not knowing when to shut up is about the best explanation I have for why this is happening. Let’s do a quick recap, shall we? October 1, Thursday John was admitted to Clear Lake Regional Heart and Vascular Hospital by his new GP after he had done an xray that showed a very clear case of plural effusion that even I could see was bad news on the film.  His doctor remarked how hard to believe it was tha... Read Full Story

I am sitting here feeling overwhelmed.  And I have pushed everything out of my mind except just “do a post”.  John is sitting here, asleep on and off, in that chair they have in most all hospital rooms that reclines all the way out for someone to sleep on because he is sick of the bed.  I’m in the bed.  It hasn’t been that long since I posted and yet an eternity seems to have gone by.  Time has no meaning here, it seems.  It just wanders around and unpredictably slows ... Read Full Story