tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43216253153662275752009-07-06T17:00:28.693-04:00Now the party's over......I'm so tiredAvalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.comBlogger295125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-69862870357158622152009-06-28T14:33:00.003-04:002009-06-28T14:53:33.807-04:00There's something happening here, what it is ain't exactly clearBuffalo Springfield -- For What It's Worth -- 1967It's Sunday, June 28th. 2:30 pm est.I am still in the hospital. My 14th day since admission.I may be able to go home Tuesday.I have spent much of my time here very, very sick. Vomiting for over 24 hours at a time. Weeping while vomiting. Moaning while vomiting. Regretting my decisions while vomiting. Crying softly in pain. Praying for this all to Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-9527027921013597162009-06-18T00:37:00.002-04:002009-06-18T00:57:30.287-04:00Can't predict the future, can't forget the past, feels like every moment could be the lastRobbie Robertson -- Showdown At Big Sky -- 1987Writing from the hospital. Day 4. Admitted again.Nausea, profound weakness, inability to take ANYTHING in. Weight loss - 8 lbs in 7 days. Not well.Test results.Acute gastritis. Probable H Pylori.A large and unexplained Fistula at the site of the new surgical connection.My Magnesium and Potassium levels are dangerously low due to starvation.My Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-36252719128013757772009-06-09T08:37:00.002-04:002009-06-09T09:08:55.486-04:00I'm on my way, I'm making itBig Time -- Peter Gabriel -- 1986First post-op doctor's appointment yesterday.Prognosis: Doing well.Advice: Keep doing well.Weight loss:17 lbs since leaving hospital 8 days prior.32 lbs total since beginning my journey with the Surgeon.Outlook: Bright.Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-51717812017407017462009-06-04T07:52:00.000-04:002009-06-04T09:31:11.758-04:00Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream, it is not dyingThe Beatles -- Tomorrow Never Knows -- 1966Kids, I'm back!!!!!Bruised, battered, sore, surly......but back. The surgery is over and my ass is firmly planted in the recliner at home. I managed to complete my ENTIRE to-do list before the operation. And much more. I was ready. My work at work was done, my work at home was done.The night before the surgery, I had to do the normal pre-GI surgery prep.Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-84925532298535458122009-05-04T15:06:00.005-04:002009-05-04T16:01:29.044-04:00What's all these crazy questions you're askin' me?Three Dog Night -- Mama Told Me Not To Come -- 1970I simply can't do this regular Blogging thing. It hurts my head.I have too many things to think about. To much to get done. Too many deadlines.And I only have 21 days left to get it all done.21 days. Because on day 22, I will be comfortably numb in a room that looks similar to this:My surgeon is the dark-haired one on the right. He's better Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-49796012470914422222009-04-15T12:19:00.002-04:002009-04-15T12:56:19.599-04:00No one dare disturb the sound of silenceSimon and Garfunkel -- The Sounds Of Silence -- 1964Oh, hello. So nice to see you here again. I am having a hard time remembering you, as you probably are me.I have had nothing to say.Why?Because I have had nothing to say.Is there a better reason for saying nothing than having nothing to say, you say?I don't know.Really, I still have nothing to say.My Lyme is treated, my surgery is pending, Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-89879234934850885772009-04-02T08:21:00.005-04:002009-04-02T09:50:16.818-04:00I`ve never known a girl like you beforeA Girl Like You -- David Bowie -- 1986Today we are joining many others on a trip around the world. Joining other mothers as they discuss the 5 things they love most about being a mother.It was Catherine's idea. She and a fellow blogger came up with the idea to link us by commonality. The common and basic idea that being a parent changes you. Changes the way you view yourself. Your life. The Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-73581829520903521482009-04-01T13:40:00.002-04:002009-04-01T14:05:15.729-04:00And I'm hungry like the wolfDuran Duran -- Hungry Like The Wolf -- 1982Well, I went back to the LCSW for my follow up appointment. Far from being disturbed by my responses to the standardized test, he was pleased to report that I have, in his exact words, " a very healthy ego".I could have told him that without forking over the co-pay.So I have the green light from him to continue. He thinks the only issues I need to Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-48255333931487403102009-03-30T10:22:00.002-04:002009-03-30T10:55:26.750-04:00One day where every hour could by a joy to meUltravox -- One Small Day -- 1984I went to a follow up appointment with my Lyme doctor on Thursday.I am discharged. No current signs of infection from the Lyme or the Babesia.For the first time in over 9 months, I feel like me again.Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-10544381281797884512009-03-24T08:59:00.002-04:002009-03-24T11:43:41.236-04:00You can't get enough, but enough ain't the testDavid Bowie -- Rebel Rebel -- 1974Last evening, I went for my first visit with the LCSW about my potential Bariatric Surgery. To weed out those who are actually serious about wanting to change their lives with the procedures, this program requires several screening visits with the LCSW and several more with a Nutritionist.Prior to a decision on whether or not you are acceptable to be operatedAvalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-12041953739284360912009-03-17T10:05:00.002-04:002009-03-17T11:41:35.549-04:00It's too easy to compute your future, taking no risks and playing too safeGenesis -- Paperlate -- 1982Soooooooo, my consultation appointment.It left me a bit stunned. I was expecting to have a long, drawn out conversation with the very nice doctor. I was going tell him the reasons why my life would improve with surgery that would finally correct my Reflux, and how the weight loss would be a nice added benefit. I would regale him with stories of how good a loser I Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-11298839613018503892009-03-13T22:41:00.002-04:002009-03-13T22:45:31.311-04:00Did he say maybe, or I'm not sureCulture Club -- I'll Tumble 4 Ya -- 1982My appointment today?He said yes!Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-1613944508182820112009-03-10T12:51:00.004-04:002009-03-10T14:33:45.329-04:00Beauty should be deeper than your skinBryan Ferry -- Don't Stop The Dance -- 1985Would it matter to you that Mel Gibson has a Horseshoe Kidney?Are you interested to know that Tony Iommi, guitarist for Black Sabbath is missing some fingers?Does it freak you out that Damon Wayans was born with a club foot? Or Tom Brokaw with a cleft palate?Do you think you would have disliked them if you had known these things? Or do you consider Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-31089193944948541652009-03-04T12:42:00.002-05:002009-03-04T12:54:40.279-05:00Maybe you wonder where you are . I don't careRoad To Nowhere -- Talking Heads -- 1985An open letter to the ghetto scumbag:I hope things are comfy in jail. I hope you are out of the cold and off of the streets. I hope you stay there for a long while.Obviously, you really don't want to live outside of barred walls and windows. When you were tackled to the ground and searched, you had your release papers from your last sentence. It ended Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-36857332666587417312009-03-02T13:55:00.015-05:002009-03-02T14:59:13.946-05:00Every step I take, you take with meNowhere To Run -- Martha and The Vandellas -- 1965Or: Anatomy Of A Chase.Pre-stupid, assinine blizard, there was sunlight.And happiness.And fun.And a bit-o-terror.Sadie: Hahahahaha Trevor. I have a toy and you don't!Trevor: What?!? That's my toy! Why you little bitch.............Sadie: Want it? Come and get it! Betcha can't catch me, you, you, you BOY!!!Trevor: That's it!! I have put up with yourAvalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-30960111341385617582009-02-27T09:32:00.002-05:002009-02-27T10:42:50.583-05:00It's not important for you to know my name, nor I to know yoursThe Jam -- Start -- 1980Last night was my "Digital Photography" class. Held at the local community college. Since I am continually amazed at the stupidity of the human race as a whole, I guess I should not have been surprised by some of what I saw and heard during a 3 hour class. But I was. And when something moves me -- deeply and emotionally -- like the anger that flares within me when IAvalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-84784477365201342392009-02-17T08:38:00.002-05:002009-02-17T09:31:08.411-05:00Darling, don't you monkey with the monkeyPeter Gabriel -- Shock The Monkey -- 1981Have you all heard this story?For me, it's a local story. About 30 minutes from where I live, so last nights dinner hour was filled with the gruesome and bizarre details as the story was unfolding. The local johnny-on-the-spot reporters prattled on as they surreptitiously glanced every few seconds over their shoulders.....certain that the chimp might Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-27254390935922580222009-02-13T12:08:00.004-05:002009-02-13T21:11:01.839-05:00Resolution of happiness, things have been dark too longINXS -- Don't Change -- 1982I was a skinny, wiry kid. The kind of kid that is always in motion. Kinesthetic. I also loved things that moved me. Bikes, Big Wheels, roller skates, skateboards, pogo sticks. I was always the kid who wanted to ride my bike until after dark. Who wanted to build ramps to jump over. Who ran and played tag and hide and seek until I was exhausted. I loved the exhilaration Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-57073300620644337062009-02-05T12:00:00.002-05:002009-02-05T12:38:27.183-05:00If I'm to be your camera, then who will be your face?Camera -- REM -- 1984I have been conspicuously absent from Bloggerland again.Well, maybe not quite so conspicuously.Again. Whatever.I have had issues. Medical type issues.I am trying to straighten them out.Some are related to Lyme Disease. Some are not. Some are related to a very long history - a not very loving or sweet history - of Chronic Reflux. Some are not.We already discussed all of Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-81965148742907428762009-01-16T09:31:00.005-05:002009-01-16T11:44:20.926-05:00I'm so cold insideGeorge Michael -- One More Try -- 1987Prelude:If you have been here for more than 18 hours, you know I have Poodles. 5 of them to be exact. 1 big, 4 mid-sized.None of them are alike in personality. 3 of them look completely different from one another. The other 2 are both Apricot, but one is male and one female. To me, they don't resemble each other in the least. To non-Poodle people (who Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-64225873418370216342009-01-12T12:05:00.004-05:002009-01-12T15:21:07.287-05:00I say you'll miss me and you always doCulture Club -- Miss Me Blind -- 1983I have returned. I was away.Did anyone notice?{{{{{{{{{HELLO??????}}}}}}}}Is anyone out there? Have I lost my only remaining fan?Does it really matter anyway? I mean, I'm supposed to espouse that I continue this Blog for myself. To vent. To release my feelings in an appropriate manner. Rather than running over my neighbor.Yep. That's why I Blog. I'm all Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-31210836035036814882009-01-02T11:33:00.003-05:002009-01-02T12:02:24.941-05:00Midnight creeps so slowly into heartsEarth, Wind & Fire -- Boogie Wonderland -- 1979So, the Princess and I rocked our way into the New Year. Danced our asses off to them:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Earth,_Wind_&_FireThey were performing at the same local Casino where we saw Duran Duran a few weeks ago. The Princess LOVES her some EW&F, so she got us tickets to go ( I paid her for my ticket. Of course. Do you think I'm cheap or Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-44886108711798571112008-12-29T10:19:00.006-05:002008-12-29T11:15:37.772-05:00All the things that she gave meAll The Things She Gave Me -- The Waterboys -- 1984I hope you all had a happy whatever you celebrate.We did at the Casa De Avalon.The Princess mainly wanted things for her classroom. Creative stuff for the kids. Now that she is gainfully employed, she told me that she can buy whatever she wants for herself. I did manage to get her a few things just for her, but she was more interested in Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-80001364511255107702008-12-24T11:14:00.010-05:002008-12-24T11:59:27.989-05:00At christmas time, we live in light and we banish shadeBand Aid -- Do They Know It's Christmas? -- 1984I have nothing to share with you.Nothing.Unless you desperately need to know that the fuck-wads at Quest Lab "lost" my SPECIMEN!Yep. That specimen.So we have no idea what is wrong with me.See, I tried to warn you that you didn't want to know.So, instead, in the spirit of Christmas and Jingle Bells and Deck The Friggin Halls........I am going to Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321625315366227575.post-33102598235071532742008-12-18T08:50:00.000-05:002008-12-18T09:41:35.376-05:00I'm a big boy now or so they sayMadness -- House Of Fun -- 1982Please, let go of your mouse, take your fingers off the keyboard, raise your glasses in the air (drinking glasses. If you raised your eyeglasses in the air, you wouldn't be able to see what I am about to say. Really. Do I have to explain EVERYTHING?) and give a big Blogger cheer to Trevor:Today he is 4 years old, as are his sisters Winnie and Jade:and the rest Avalonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12717171111059212946noreply@blogger.com6