Sunday, December 31, 2006

Happy New Year!

Yes, another year has come and gone and it hasn't ended soon enough. This has truly been the worst year I have ever had to survive. The cliff notes version begins on March 3 with the death of my beloved Michael. From there, we lost four more cousins, an uncle, a great-aunt, a dear friend and my daughter's cat. Those were just the deaths. Lets not forget the fun of the migraines returning and my best friend betraying me.

For a nation, we've suffered quite a lot as well. The loss of lives from bush's war will be felt for generations. Each month was bloodier than the previous. At least Americans have finally started to wake up and say, "ENOUGH!" Republicans were tossed out of office left and right in the November elections. I realize many of them weren't responsible for the mess we're in, but those who were afraid to tell the president "NO" deserved to lose their jobs. The country of Iraq is destroyed and ours is going bankrupt and it was all for a lie.

Yes, 2006 can't leave fast enough. The next 12 hours better fly by.

Welcome 2007, you have to be a better year!

Saturday, December 23, 2006


I understand why people use to think that the devil sent migraines to torture people. I was in the ER the other day with one. Hooked up to an IV, having pain meds pushed into my veins just to try and keep my from going insane. (OK, yes, maybe it's a bit late on that point)

I think the story of Athena springing from Zeus' head was another analogy of a migraine sufferer, too. Mine get so bad, I swear there has to be someone in there pounding with their shield and war hammer, then poking me with a sword trying to get out.

I'm able to sit up ok so far this morning, so I just wanted to write a few minutes before tackling the house and getting ready for Christmas morning. Have a few more presents to wrap and want to run the sweeper.

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Our morning

Randy got home from work a little after midnight and we went right to bed since we were going shopping early this morning in State college.

Around 2 a.m., we heard a horrid smashing sound outside our bedroom window. I thought somone had rolled their car. Randy jumped over me to look out the windown. His first words were, "Where's our truck?" Well, there were a few "colorful medifors" in there, too.

Some drunken fool had missed a turn and ran right up into our drive way, smashed into our truck and pushed it 22 feet up into the yard. :( ARRGGGHHH!!!! He then took off. Not only DUI, but hit and run. Too bad PA doesn't have the three strikes law.

We went running down the steps. I'm on the phone with 9-1-1 at that point and Randy is out the door. The fool comes back around just then, so Randy comes flying back in the house to get the car keys and takes off chasing him. The drunk's truck is making a horrid sound by now and died about a half mile from our house. The police were there in a few minutes. I walked down there and the smell from the guy's breath was enough to make me drunk. He walked over to us and said he had too much to drink, but had full coverage, so our truck would get fixed. He and his wife started screaming at each other at this point. She was screaming that he deserved a DUI, he was calling her a fat a@@..... a real COPS moment.

I drove the car home while Randy and the one cop walked up to the house to check out the truck and write up the report. Of course, I took a ton of photos. Probably not a good ideas to smash into a reporter's vehicle.

I find out later that the drunk decides to refuse the BAC, so that's an automatic one-year suspension of his driver's license. Then he decides to fight the police, so they had to take him to the ground and handcuff him. Why did I leave??? I would have loved to photograph that! Almost make it all worth while! Well, almost.

Anyway, that was how my day started. Tomorrow, we have to go get the police report on the whole mess and get the insurance paperwork started and see what all we have to do to get the truck fixed. Not a great way to start off Christmas week.

Anyone else ever deal with a drunk driver like this?

Friday, December 15, 2006

The results are in

The MRI results are in and .... YES, I do have a brain!

OK, they also were absolutely normal. I know, those of you who know me are thinking, they need to redo that test, they did it wrong. But that also means we're back to square one and the doc has no idea what is causing all the pain. While it's a major relief it isn't a tumor (you can add the Arnie voice doing the "it's not a tumor" there), at least then it would have been something they could fix. Now, it's a who knows and the doc will just keep changing meds on me for another year. I wake up crying because it hurts so bad.

I'm on yet another new "let's try this medicine" and "let's double the dose of this medicine." Of course, neither of them help. I would give just about anything for the pain to stop for even one hour. Is that too much to ask? I wouldn't know how to act if it didn't hurt.

I'm not sure what the next test will be. Went through this with the last doc and he ordered a CAT scan with contrast. Only problem, I'm allergic to the contrast material. It set off a migraine so bad, I wanted to die. Went to the ER, they pumped me so full of pain med, my heart was ready to explode. Not one of my better nights.

Ah, the joys of migraines. :( Green Day has a song out about it and calls them "a throbbing toothache of the mind." That does fit. They are that, but mine go much further. Picture a red hot spike getting shoved over and over again into your temple. That's the worst. Then a little relief is when it turns into just a baseball bat slamming into the side of my head.