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[22 Mar 2009|06:05pm] |
Interred Shadow's ashes today with the whole family together, backyard in a lovely spot Mom prepared complete with one of the spider plants he always loved chewing on. Then proceeded to love on the pets like crazy since we were all a wreck, and they obligingly loved back.
Twice today, Kara fell asleep in my lap, complete with some adorable squeaky-snoring, and once on my chest. omg love. She got brave and decided she wanted to explore my parents' bedroom a few times, although when Crookshanks was outside the glass doors/window to the pool deck, she was growling and hissing at him. Crookshanks just look confused like he wondered why he couldn't hug the kitten. And then once she got back into the bathroom after that excursion, she promptly went for the lap for reassuring cuddles. So, so adorable.
Dad took these shots that turned out really awesome-- morning sunlight through the window. Click for larger.
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[21 Mar 2009|11:11pm] |
Trip to the pet rescue yesterday did not end in success-- the cat we went in to look at was not a fit for us, and another we met and adored wasn't either because of carrying some sort of feline herpes, so alas. However!
Today, our vet was having an open house, so my parents hit that. Gotta show some support with all the trips we had to make in the last year with Shadow, and the vet was so cute calling my mom to get condolences (and offer, but really, she was sad about him too!)
One of the techs had rescued a pair of sister cats from a crack house. She brought one of them to the open house since she couldn't keep both. This poor kitty's about seven-nine months old and had gone over a week without eating because her owner decided to buy heroin instead of food, and she was a bit pregnant as well (not any more and fixed now). The tech recognized my folks, and there was much crying all around with her saying she thought our family was the perfect one for her, cat loved on my parents like crazy, so when I woke up today, we had a beautiful new kitty.
I don't have any pictures yet, but she's got green eyes and a really amazing coat, sort of spotted tabby but with tuxedo white (paws, belly, chin) and this cute orangeness around her nose. Her ears are huge and she's got a surprisingly long tail, but she looks grown into paws, so I have no idea how much bigger she might get. She's understandably stressed right now with the situation she was in and now being in another new location, so sometimes she gets growly and bitey like "that's ENOUGH petting now" but she doesn't use her claws to say it, just her mouth and paws. When she's not in stress mode, though, she is a snugglebunny, rubbing up on our legs, getting into laps and almost falling asleep there, looooving to be scritched on the ears and chin. She doesn't like to be picked up, maybe since she so recently got fixed plus the stress. She's staying in my parents' bathroom for now to separate from Crookshanks and Arwen, who keep sniffing and putting paws through the gap under the door fascinated by the new smell. She, on the other hand (paw), growls and hisses at the door and any cat things that smell like Crook, so she now has her own toys, basket-turned-bed, and scratching post.
In family tradition, Dad got final say on her name and went with the sf/fantasy geekery— so welcome to the family, Kara! You'll totes be nicknamed Starbuck.
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[22 Feb 2009|11:05am] |
Not-funny pet news this time. Shadow broke his leg this morning, Mom took to emergency vet, found he'd broken it because he had osteosarcoma or something like that-- bone cancer-- broke along a tumor in the bone. Considering his age and pain he was in, he was put to sleep about an hour ago. Got to say goodbye. I thought a year ago he was going to be gone so I was sort of ready but not, didn't expect sudden thing like this, but I'm calm (or stunned?) since every other day, Mom and I have been giving him fluids for about a year because his kidneys weren't doing the job themselves, had to take a couple pills every day (blood pressure and something to help with dizzy spells from a brain tumor) so it was something that was coming eventually. Playmate for Ellie's Kiki? Except Shadow's the king so there might be a power struggle.
Fuck.
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| A little Valentine's moment |
[15 Feb 2009|03:44am] |
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Here's Arwen, begging for turkey on Christmas. She is a shih-tzu.
My little 3-year old neighbor, however, is not. He is adorable and comes up with some amusing stuff, though.
After dinner tonight, neighbor with mother in tow comes to our door. As mother explains, they were out today and she asked him if he'd like to get any friends something for Valentine's Day. What did he say?
"Arwen. She's my best friend."
So, they hit a local doggie bakery, picked up a doggie cookie with Valentine's-appropriate red "icing," and came over to give Arwen her Valentine. Arwen found it extremely delicious and oinked her way through it.
I am totally not letting that kid live it down when he gets older and I told his mother to do the same. He's going to be hearing about this cuteness for years and having it told to people, oh yes. You've done it now, boy.
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[03 Jan 2009|03:34am] |
I did some friends list clearing up some months ago since it was getting to be too many skips for just a day's posts and, well, I honestly couldn't remember who some people were any more, didn't talk to them any more, or had gotten to where I was only skimming their posts. I'm going to do another clearing soon, so if you do get removed, it's for some reason like that.
More updates on the product use and making fronts!
My eyes are doing well with Honeybee Garden's mascara. I only wear makeup occasionally for things like neighborhood parties or special dinners, and I hadn't worn mascara since prom night since my eyes have always been "blech" about it and removal has sucked. I don't know what maaany-hours wear of the Honeybee Gardens stuff would be like, but for the few hours at a time I've worn it (I think maybe 8 at the most), no irritation at all. It comes off easily with canola oil and even if a little accidentally ends up in the eye during that, my eye isn't bothered by it if I can't get it out and have to wait for my eye to flush it out on its own.
After the lemon hair disaster, my hair's liking the Burt's Bees pomegranate shampoo. I don't get shampoos for the smell, but it does smell nice. More importantly, it's actually getting my hair clean and not going flat or greasy-looking, and no itchy skin sulfate reaction since it has none of that. Yaaaay.
I stopped using the oatmeal face cleaning mix since it kept going bad-smelling fast, nothing to preserve it. I found this recipe, though, and my skin's doing well with it-- and it's based on a naturally bacteria-resistant ingredient, so woooo that helps.
Honey Cleanser, from Janice Cox's Natural Beauty for All Seasons, p 147:
- 1/4 cup honey
- 1 tablespoon liquid soap (I used Dr. Bronner's castile soap)
- 1/2 cup glycerin
Mix together all ingredients and pour into a clean bottle. Use something nonbreakable if around a bath or shower. Yield: 6 ounces.
Cox says, "Honey gently softens and cleanses the skin. This is a mild nonsoap cleanser that works well for dry skin types. It's not at all sticky and can be used as either a facial cleanser or bath gel." I can confirm that it isn't sticky! It goes on very lightly, actually. If you don't like the smell of honey, be warned that it definitely smells like honey. I started with a smaller batch to try it out, but I'll be making a larger one now that I've seen my skin's approval. I've even gotten compliments on my skin since I started using it!
I didn't post before what the hand soap mix was, but in case anyone wants it:
- 1 cup distilled or filtered water
- 3 tablespoon liquid castile soap
- 1 teaspoon vegetable glycerin
Mix it up and funnel into a pump bottle-- reuse an old one, for example, though one that's too strong might send the soap shooting out in a liquid mess because it's on the thin side. The site I got it from also recommended drops of your choice of essential oil, which I have none of, and tea tree oil as an antibacterial and antifungal, which I also don't have, so I didn't use them (obviously). Mint extract scented a downstairs bottle nicely and that's also the bottle where I discovered the amazing shooting soap, so... be warned!
I made a gingerbread body scrub and soon discovered the truth in warnings that the oils released by cinnamon and ginger can irritate sensitive skin-- WHOA! Yeah, not making that any more! I'll use those for potpourri-type yumminess but not to put on my skin, ouchies! Ow, ow, ow. Bad. Ow. So, no more of that.
Probably more to come in future days on what I've been cooking (mostly baking). Oh, and I'm totally using Dr. Ken's toothpaste now and that has nothing to do with you, Ken, and everything to do with having no SLS and also yummy spearmintness, so there.
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[02 Dec 2008|01:18am] |
Finished the month with 50,370 words-- woo! Figured out how to do automatic chapter numbering in Word so no more manually doing them and cringing at thought of having to redo them someday-- further woo! And the pumpkin bread was a hit.
My hair has made the terrible discovery that a lemon juice-based shampoo mix makes my hair disgustingly sticky. The horror, the horror! So much for thinking the citric acid would get through the alkaline haaard water somehow. Dang. But on a positive note, rubbing the lemon in my sink and toilet did nice things for them. But then back to sticky, it was horror again when Mom tried it on the kitchen tile grout. We have a lemon tree with way more lemons than we know what to do with, you see, so... we've learned some not-to-do-with-them. Hopefully the Burt's Bees shampoo I picked up will do the trick. I'm not using tonight's oh-god-get-the-lemon-out shampooing with it as a judge for it because I won't usually be using it following a lemon disaster, but so far it seems good. Hope it stays good!
It's been awhile since I brought you local bad baby names, but here they come. Brace yourselves. A random observation: this year's popular middle names seem to be Rose, Hope, and Grace, usually in decent pairings. Sometimes... not. I couldn't decide what the best of the worst were, so there are three of them. Last names omitted from all but the first listing.
Generally bad names:
Denim Khalib Payne (ouch)
Ja'marion Ah'moni Da'vion (some'one likes a'pos'tro'phes)
Starlie Peyton
Olive Lily
Mistilyn Nicole
Pellie Parks
Angela Dang
Jaylynn Myly (whyyyy?)
Zander Gene Berber (double the middle names, double the... what?)
Kellyannette
Hannabrianna
Stripper or hippie?
Willo Raquel
Trinity Jade
Melodie Ruby
Scarlett Ann
Scarlett Hope
Serenity Hope
Serenity Grace
Destiny Faith
Destiny Rose
Angel Dawn
Angel Ariel
Frankie Sunshine
Roxy Rae
Best-worst twins:
Princess Jakila Fayth and Princeton Josiah Keon
Best-worst names:
Dehandsome Barack
Couture Beauty
Reality Caché
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[25 Nov 2008|12:32am] |
To catch the interested up on what I've been up to:
Since last month, I've started doing a little cooking. It used to be that the most I'd branch into was scrambled eggs and maybe pancake from a bought mix, or helping Mom bake something she did most of the work on-- otherwise, any "cooking" I did was microwave or toaster oven. I did take a high school class that did some cooking, but it didn't appeal to me. For some reason, I've got on a kick of doing some cooking that's more... cookingy? Like fixing things for Mom and Dad to eat, too, not just heating something for myself. I've done some breakfasty stuff like applesauce pancakes and egg quesadillas, and last Friday I even did chicken, which I've never tried to cook before! Very different from putting something in the microwave or toaster oven.
The thing I've really been enjoying, though, is making my own bread instead of eating store-bought stuff. I'm working on perfecting a craisin-oat-wheat bread recipe modified off one I found, so I might share that sometime if I feel I've got it right enough to share it. Otherwise, the thing I'm keeping on hand is low-fat pumpkin bread. Mmmmm. I looove pumpkin. I'll be making a couple loaves of this for Thanksgiving since at least one of my cousins and another aunt also love pumpkin.
Puuumpkiiiiin. :D~
I'm also getting more attentive to care/cosmetic things. I've tried for years to figure out natural brands, and then still run into things where the labels natural/organic don't actually match to the ingredients in them. Trying to sort that out and still having shampoos and body and face washes leave my skin itchy isn't a happy thing.
But the wonders of the internet helped me find a beautiful thing: Dr. Bronner's Almond Castile Soap. Shockingly available at Target, not just the local health food store. Switched to it for my body wash-- and no more dry itchiness after washing with it. Years of that, no more when I use this. I should do testimonials or something because I'll happily gush about the wonders it's done in just a couple weeks of use. For a hand soap, I'm using a mix of that diluted with distilled water + vegetable glycerin. I tried that for my face and my face was kind of iffy on it, so today I tried mixing up a recipe I found for an oatmeal cleanser that's mild and good for sensitive skin (me!), and my skin seems to love oatmeal like my tummy does. Mmmm, oatmeal. I'll see how that goes.
I wanted to switch from the detergent-based shampoo I was using since I know I react to ingredients in it-- hello, sodium lauryl sulfate, how I hate thee in all your uses. I've tried a couple mostly-natural shampoos over the years that just didn't get my oily hair clean, so I still haven't quite found the solution for it. I tried one of them again (a clarifying rosemary shampoo) after switching to Dr. Bronner's, and I tried mixing the shampoo with some of the Dr. Bronner's hoping it'd get out more of the oil, but no luck yet getting my hair as clean as I'd like without the skin-unhappy shampoo. I used the unhappy shampoo again today to compare results and man did my skin react-- redness, itchiness, a hive... Yeah, great stuff. Pretty sure it was the shampoo and not the oatmeal since I did an oatmeal mask before without reactions, used oatmeal scrubs before, etc., and I'm known to react to that stuff. Ugh. So, I'm researching more of what I could do to give the more natural shampoo some *oomph* or what I could make myself. I've found recipes aplenty, but don't know what's actually effective. And after I do some ingredient-shopping, I'm going to try out making my own lotions and lip balm/glosses. Should be an interesting experiment :P
So, if you happen to have any shampoo advice... holler! My hair and skin need it!
Writing/revising continues. Almost done for the month!
46000 / 50000 words. 92% done!
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| Cuteness is always welcome! |
[04 Nov 2008|10:18pm] |
1. Stop talking about politics for a moment or two.
2. Post a reasonably-sized picture in your LJ, NOT under a cut tag, of something pleasant, such as an adorable kitten, or a fluffy white cloud, or a bottle of booze. Something that has NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS.
3. Include these instructions, and share the love.
  
8331 / 50000 words. 17% done!
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| The Colors of Death (Torchwood fic) |
[26 Oct 2008|06:26pm] |
Title: "The Colors of Death"
Author: Immora
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Gen featuring Jack (hinted canon Jack/Ianto and Gwen/Rhys)
Warning: If you can watch the show, you can read this— but if you haven't seen "Exit Wounds," there are spoilers aplenty for it, as well as other series two episodes of Torchwood and a couple of Doctor Who episodes.
Summary: In death after death, Jack is alone with the colors.
Author's Notes: About 2,200 words. This is revised and expanded from a post for an RPG, with thanks to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) stellastars for reading and nudging appropriately.
Disclaimer: The story itself is mine, but the rest belongs to those good folks who own Torchwood and Doctor Who.
( Story behind the cut )
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| Another list meme |
[04 Jul 2008|08:27pm] |
From fivil: Entertainment Weekly's list of the top movies of the last 25 years.
Go through their list and BOLD the ones you have seen and underline the ones you own on video or DVD.
I don't bother buying movies that my dad has already bought; I live at home, so it's simple enough to watch the family copy. So, the underlines don't necessarily mean personally-owned, but here in the house!
( Read more... )
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| Mmm, books |
[25 Jun 2008|12:00am] |
From wildesidewalker
The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed. Well let's see.
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicise those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
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I was looking through some old locked posts and I was surprised to find that I'd stored this somewhere but never got around to posting it, so I'm posting it finally!
Back in spring 06, I took a scriptwriting class, and one of the online resources we had was the pilot script for Alias by JJ Abrams. I never saw the full thing, just a ten minute excerpt which we also read the script for, but it read so badly and yet played out great on screen because... wow. Just the way he described stuff was really silly. The professor added to that by reading it out loud in a pompous, overly dramatic voice. Here are excerpts!
A rapid, erratic HEARTBEAT. Instinctively we react to this. It's the scariest sound in the world. It's the sound of fear.
This is SYDNEY BRISTOW, 26, and unless things turn around real soon, the world's about to lose a hero.
Is this a flashback? A flash-forward? All answers in time. But meanwhile...
Sydney, tears welling in her eyes, LAUGHS, loving him so much-- and we love him too now, how can we not?
Hers is a fierce glare. A devastating stare atypical of an underdog. It says, in a silent, universally understood instant: it might not look like it at the moment... but I swear to God I'm gonna kick your ass.
As she heads across the party, she passes a suit- and glasses-wearing SECURITY OFFICER. He stoically stands guard, earwire visible. What Sydney can't possibly know is that this is the man who will later whip out a horrific-looking syringe and plunge it into her arm. From here on we'll call him SUIT AND GLASSES.
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| Jack Harkness loves roses |
[15 Jun 2008|11:22pm] |
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First off-- SHADOW'S DOING GREAT! WOOOOO! The blood pressure medication is helping so, so much. He can SEE and he's feeling good and bossing everyone around, sitting in our laps more than he has been, got his balance back-- basically acting like he was a few months ago before the downturn with his kidneys, back to his ol' self. We're so thrilled! And thanks very much for the comments about him. Sorry I didn't get around to replying to them; between focusing on Shadow and then being out of town, I didn't get caught up. Shadow surely appreciates them and demands you feed him now, peasants. We're here to serve him, didn't you know?
Now, laugh with me, TW and DW types!
Over at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) torch_wood, dlgr shared a link for an amusing ebay auction-- a book about roses by an author named Jack Harkness. Snort.
And since I was amused, I kept on looking, and found over on Amazon that said author apparently wrote even more books on roses. Apparently he was something of a rose expert. Then I hit ol' Google* and here are some more bits of interest:
Human Flower Project: Looking for Jack Harkness
NY Times Obituary
Wiki article on Harkness Roses
Harkness Roses Online
Various other sites and articles on roses cite this Jack Harkness's books or refer to him as some international rose expert and such.
* "Google it, Sirius!"
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[28 May 2008|05:26pm] |
Thankies for the responses about Shadow!
Vet verdict-- detached retinas due to hiiigh blood pressure. Poor baby :( He'll need to take liquid medicine for that because pills? Shadow MOCKS your pills! Pill poppers and all sorts of tricks are a no-go with him-- he does this amazing drooling act to slobber the pill out, or if you do get him to swallow it, he makes himself vomit to get it out. Amazing stuff! So yeah, liquid for that instead. He's lost a little more weight since the last time he was in, 9.07 lbs right now. (I wonder how much of the weight was fur weight, with the way he rips it out. Since he kept slobbering/vomiting out anti-anxiety pills, and when he actually did swallow them they'd make him sick to his stomach, just gotta deal with the fur-ripping.) We'll see how this goes. Hopefully things resolve. Even with his health issues, he's still got his personality and he's strong despite being smaller now.
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[28 May 2008|03:10pm] |
Haven't wanted to post about this, but since I'll be going to the vet in a bit, might as well finally write something. Told a few of you about this already over IMs when I've had freak-out moments.
Since around February, Shadow's been in chronic renal failure, which means that since his kidneys aren't doing so awesome, Mom and I have to give him subcutaneous injections every few days to help flush toxins out of him. He's had some bad days where medicines have made him move around poorly and throw up a lot (which of course completely freak me out that he's on the way out) but overall, he's actually doing pretty good. The vet estimates he's around 15 now-- we have no idea how old he actually is because we adopted him from a different vet's office after the poor thing had been kept there for use in blood transfusions for three years. So, he's thinner than he's ever been, but he's still in great spirits, still the king of the house and we serve at his pleasure. He even had Lindsay serving him when she spent last week here! (And we're still calling him Shadow-wadow thanks to you, dahling.)
He's definitely having a lot of trouble seeing, though. In low light, his pupils go super-dilated and stay that way. He's bumping into stuff even during the day, so we're trying to make sure we don't move any furniture so he'll know where things are. We took Crookshanks in for shots yesterday and told the vet about Shadow's vision problems, so she said to bring him in today to check that out-- could be cataracts, but could be high blood pressure.
I take this moment to note the awesomeness of this vet, who's saved Shadow's life before with great advice-- he had this urinary blockage thing a few years ago and when we called her late-night about it, she sent us straight to the emergency vet to get that fixed because it would've killed him. And I just realized several minutes ago when I was in the shower that this is the same vet who had to put Pippin to sleep two years ago. Basically, I trust her judgment on when an animal has reached a point where they're hurting and that's the right thing to do-- and when they're still doing good and healthy, just high-maintenance. She big-time disagrees with people just giving up on a pet who needs treatment-- someone brought in a gorgeous fluffy ginger cat who was simply diabetic and needs a change of diet, but they wanted the cat put to sleep because that was too much work for them, wtf?! That fluffy kitty is now strutting her stuff around the vet office and getting lots of attention. They have a number of very sweet clinic kitties who have the run of the place-- unlike Shadow's situation; that office had kept him locked up almost all the time, so he's got a lifelong habit of ripping out fur when he's stressed (from the confinement before). Still, I get worried every time we take Shadow to the vet that this is going to be the time.
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[26 Mar 2008|02:12pm] |
Called the doctor's to check the x-ray results-- NO FRACTURE! WOOOOOOO! Probably deep bruising in there but not a fracture WOO! They said to use non-steroidals and ice, blah blah, woooo!
I checked about the panic attack situation and nurse said that it's safe to use the crutches, don't worry, hands just aren't used to having that weight and such and it happens, try wrapping towels around the handles to help take the weight.
YAY!
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| *headdesk headdesk headdesk* |
[25 Mar 2008|09:34pm] |
I'm glad for my family's sense of humor to get me through a heeeell of a day.
To save me on typing, e-mail my mom sent around:
Dear Loved Ones,
Crookshanks (our giant orange kitty) brought a lizard into the kitchen. Christine pointed it out to me about the time it ran up my jeans leg. I shook my leg, it jumpted onto the floor, and I grabbed it by the very tip of its tail (note; do not grab a lizard anywhere else on the tail or it will turn around and bite you, trust me). I told Christine to open the door as I headed out with the lizard. This turned into Christine running into a stool in the kitchen and breaking a toe on her right (driving) foot. (She has crutches, Vicodin, and tomorrow, I will get her walking boot).
She had planned to go to a party Thursday night and to Universal on Saturday with friends.
Pat V., just how do you get a wheelchair pass? (hee, hee, heeeeee)
So, Katilara and Nick and C, my mom wants to make it happen for us!
Although I must clarify-- after going to the doctor and having him check it out, it's possibly my foot, possibly the toe, not sure yet. Went to a local radiology imaging place to get x-rayed and they won't call the doctor with the results until tomorrow (wtf last time I got x-rayed it was fast.) In the meantime, doctor loaned me some crutches and prescribed Vicodin and anti-inflammatories, so we picked the meds up (I stayed in the car) on the way home from that. Got home, had some food, took the Vicodin and Advil, went down for a two hour nap. Arwen played nursemaid all day, hopping up to snuggle with me and make sure I was okay, napped variously on me and by my good foot. Doggies are so sweet ♥
And then the day decided to get even more fun. Bang your head on something with me.
I woke up from the nap, pretty groggy (helloooooo Vicodin!) and Mom said the house was cold so she turned the heat on. I used the crutches to get to the bathroom, and daaamn it was hot in there, always gets hot in there, so I was feeling overheated and ready to throw up, waffling between the too-hot bathroom and the cooler kitchen and being like "Uhhhh need help think I'm going to be sick?" Mom sat me down on a chair and got me a sick bucket thing, and I didn't throw up at least, but I was sweaty and shaking, and my arms felt like the nerves had gone completely to sleep. My fingers curled over and my thumbs clenched in against my palms, and I couldn't unclench them, hurt badly to even try. Naturally, this made me freak the hell out even more, and I was probably hyperventilating. Mom did not tell me at the time, but I went white and my lips were blue.
Mom called 9-1-1, got a fire house less than a mile away, so the paramedics made it over quick. Ran through my current foot situation, medications I'm on, history and such, while they checked my blood ox and such. Not an asthma attack (I was moving oxygen fine) and my pulse was doing good. No hives either or other symptoms I get with reactions to medications, and it'd been awhile since I took the meds anyways, so it didn't seem to be an allergic reaction. The hand clenching hasn't happened before but the rest has, so once I'd calmed down I realized it was an anxiety or panic attack, exacerbated by not knowing what was going on. The EMTs said it's possible that the crutches put pressure on some nerves and that caused the hand clenching, but that panic attacks can also do that. No medical emergency, so they said it was up to me to decide if I wanted them to take me to the hospital, or have someone at home take me later, or not go to one at all. Signed the waiver and such that I had refused to have them take me to a hospital (good ol' liability type things) and they headed on out.
And then we called my poor dad back, who'd called in the middle of the EMTs checking me out, and explained to him what happened.
Hell of a day, but we do have to laugh at it. What a day.
THANKS A LOT FOR BRINGING IN THE LIZARD, CROOKSHANKS.
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[02 Jan 2008|01:26pm] |
Since I'm no longer a full-time student dependent, I applied for new health insurance last week through a big brokerage website thing. Got an e-mail back from them a few days later that my insurance had been declined, and they didn't know why, so sit tight for the provider to let me know why.
Got my letter today from the United Healthcare Golden Rule people saying the reason I was declined was Tourette's Syndrome.
Fantastic, guys. Way to show your priorities.
Naturally, I'm going to post later to a couple of TS groups I'm in (here and on Facebook) to warn them about this if they apply for United Healthcare coverage.
My mom was kinda cute about that, heh. "Yeah, you tell everyone! You tell them not to apply for that! Golden Rules, do unto others... We'll claim disability if we have to! Then they'll have the government on them!" And so on.
I pretty much expected that to be the reason when I saw I'd been declined, but I wasn't sure. Dad's company used to use United Healthcare, and I hadn't been diagnosed at the time. They covered my asthma treatments, though, so I didn't think they had some kind of pre-existing condition policy. Maybe they do now, or maybe Tourette's is a special case for them, not sure. Apparently a lot of insurance companies don't want to touch it, and I can't tell which ones. Going to probably call the Tourette's Syndrome Association information line later and ask if they have recommendations of policies to look at, or general tips on things to look out for. They supposedly produce a brochure about dealing with insurance, but their online store is confusing and I can't figure out where it is to order it.
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