Weights and Measures, Part III
Scattered pieces of irrelevance, as promised, even if late. For what it's worth, it's because my laptop computer finally spit the bit. The power adapter's toast, but that won't stop me from trying to use my soldering skills to repair it.
- Word is Congress will summon National Football League commissioner Paul Tagliabue to testify on steroids. My feeling about this is as follows: ROFLOLOLOLO. Tags is self-righteous, arrogant and dismissive, and I expect him to treat the committee like they're a bunch of annoying sportswriters. Unlike Mr. Selig, Mr. Tagliabue won't be reduced to sniveling by the time the audience is over. Rather, I think it'll be comedic spectacle of the year, as The Commish sacks Davis and Waxman like the immobile pocket passers they are.
- On the medical front, still no vaccine for that metaphor thing.
- Today was an interesting day, to say the least, but there is a fair bit of backstory. My mother had surgery to replace a valve in her heart about nine years ago (the culprit being rheumatic fever, somewhat common when she was a child, an illness which can severely damage heart tissue), so she still visits the cardiologist regularly, in addition to taking the blood thinner coumadin. She just recently changed cardiologists, and the new one had her go in for a test on Monday, because she's been short of breath, lacking in energy and generally not well lately. She assumed she was coming home that afternoon, but she was admitted to the hospital because her routine bloodwork checking the thinness of her blood came back very poor, for some reason. They put her on a heparin drip and said she'd probably be staying a few days.
Fast forward to today. My phone rings at quarter after one, and curiously, the caller ID says it's the bank. Turns out that it's my father, and he's locked his keys in the van. Heh. He's so funny on the phone when he's done something embarrassing. ^^
I took him the keys, and since he was on his way there anyhow, I accompanied him to the hospital, where there was something of a startling discovery. Mom's family doctor was in to see her - apparently, the information was lost in transit somewhere, but the fact that her PT levels were low was only part of the story. Seems that the cardiologist found a blood clot hanging around inside her heart, and the heparin will be necessary to break it up, not to mention stabilize her blood where it ought to be. There's no word on why the coumadin failed to work...but it doesn't make me feel any better, because that's what I take. Regardless, the clot will be dissolved, and she'll probably be back to normal once she leaves the hospital. It's kind of funny, because lots of people where all like, "Oh my goodness!!!111" when she told them, but Mom's all, "Eh, whatever." If she'd known before the fact, it might've been a different story.
- No vaccine for the rambling thing, either.
- Another funny thing was I found out that Dad had their cell phone with him, but he didn't call me on it because he couldn't figure out how to use it. Actually, that's not particularly humorous on it's own - it's the part about him having been a telephone lineman for 45 years that kind of injects a subtle chuckle opportunity. I think he's fully briefed on it, now.
- Where the heck do I have to go to get a decent serving of fish and chips?! Birmingham!? 'Cause I've proven I can't on this side of the pond. >_<
- Illinois basketball deserved to lose the National Championship game. Though the reason they lost it was James Augustine's sissy touch fouls (despite the play of Ingram), the reason they deserved to lose it was either the ridiculous 40 3-point attempts or Bruce Weber's flagrant orange blazer. Perhaps both. (That said, I respect Coach Weber for having the courage to wear it.)
- Maybe more notation later, but there's a Red Skelton movie that needs to be watched.
- Word is Congress will summon National Football League commissioner Paul Tagliabue to testify on steroids. My feeling about this is as follows: ROFLOLOLOLO. Tags is self-righteous, arrogant and dismissive, and I expect him to treat the committee like they're a bunch of annoying sportswriters. Unlike Mr. Selig, Mr. Tagliabue won't be reduced to sniveling by the time the audience is over. Rather, I think it'll be comedic spectacle of the year, as The Commish sacks Davis and Waxman like the immobile pocket passers they are.
- On the medical front, still no vaccine for that metaphor thing.
- Today was an interesting day, to say the least, but there is a fair bit of backstory. My mother had surgery to replace a valve in her heart about nine years ago (the culprit being rheumatic fever, somewhat common when she was a child, an illness which can severely damage heart tissue), so she still visits the cardiologist regularly, in addition to taking the blood thinner coumadin. She just recently changed cardiologists, and the new one had her go in for a test on Monday, because she's been short of breath, lacking in energy and generally not well lately. She assumed she was coming home that afternoon, but she was admitted to the hospital because her routine bloodwork checking the thinness of her blood came back very poor, for some reason. They put her on a heparin drip and said she'd probably be staying a few days.
Fast forward to today. My phone rings at quarter after one, and curiously, the caller ID says it's the bank. Turns out that it's my father, and he's locked his keys in the van. Heh. He's so funny on the phone when he's done something embarrassing. ^^
I took him the keys, and since he was on his way there anyhow, I accompanied him to the hospital, where there was something of a startling discovery. Mom's family doctor was in to see her - apparently, the information was lost in transit somewhere, but the fact that her PT levels were low was only part of the story. Seems that the cardiologist found a blood clot hanging around inside her heart, and the heparin will be necessary to break it up, not to mention stabilize her blood where it ought to be. There's no word on why the coumadin failed to work...but it doesn't make me feel any better, because that's what I take. Regardless, the clot will be dissolved, and she'll probably be back to normal once she leaves the hospital. It's kind of funny, because lots of people where all like, "Oh my goodness!!!111" when she told them, but Mom's all, "Eh, whatever." If she'd known before the fact, it might've been a different story.
- No vaccine for the rambling thing, either.
- Another funny thing was I found out that Dad had their cell phone with him, but he didn't call me on it because he couldn't figure out how to use it. Actually, that's not particularly humorous on it's own - it's the part about him having been a telephone lineman for 45 years that kind of injects a subtle chuckle opportunity. I think he's fully briefed on it, now.
- Where the heck do I have to go to get a decent serving of fish and chips?! Birmingham!? 'Cause I've proven I can't on this side of the pond. >_<
- Illinois basketball deserved to lose the National Championship game. Though the reason they lost it was James Augustine's sissy touch fouls (despite the play of Ingram), the reason they deserved to lose it was either the ridiculous 40 3-point attempts or Bruce Weber's flagrant orange blazer. Perhaps both. (That said, I respect Coach Weber for having the courage to wear it.)
- Maybe more notation later, but there's a Red Skelton movie that needs to be watched.