Well, it has been a busy week.  It started off on monday with a doctor's appointment.  I found out that my insurance company is finally covering my medical bills.  They kept asking for more documentation to prove that this wasn't preexisting.  Their main question was "Have you seen a doctor for this in the past year".  And, truthfully I can say no, I haven't been to a doctor in several years.  So with the doctor's office's help I am finally covered and can start getting the other tests that the doctor wanted me to get.  I am also taking all the medications the doctor prescribed.  It is hard to remember every single one.  But, since monday, I've been taking every single one as prescribed and I have been feeling a lot better as the week went on.

 

Thursday night I had an Oxygen meter hooked up to me while I slept. Clips on to a finger and tells you all kinds of crap about whats going on inside.  They can make something this ingenious and yet they still need a big ass needle to draw blood.  Go figure.  Don't know any results yet from the test, but during the night my SaO2 percentage dropped to around 80.  I'll find out monday what that all means.

 

Tuesday I have an appointment with a Pulmonary specialist.  They have to find out if I have pulmonary hypertention.  Doc said he needed to know that before exploring other treatments to help with my weight.  There are two types I think he said.  One is treatable with a pill, the other is treatable with viagra  administered through an injection .  No, not there.  Somewhere in my chest I believe.  Well, that was monday morning.  The week went downhill from there.  More later...

I can't tell you how glad I am to finally see a science fiction show with a little science fact.  If you fire a gun in space, you are not going to hear a gunshot.  That is the sound of the bullet ripping through the air and the air is complaining about it.  No air in space so no gunshot.  You might hear a muffled thump from the initial explosion of the gunpowder, but only if you are in contact with the gun.  In the series Firefly (Sci-Fi, tonight 7pm) there is a scene where they are trying to takeout something that is towing their ship toward danger.  My first thought is, "A gun is not going to fire very well in space with no oxygen for the gunpowder to burn" but a second later they are grabbing a suit to put the gun in so it will have oxygen around it to fire.  I was impressed but to have as much when there was silence while the rifle "Vera" was fired out the airlock with five people holding the guy with the rifle.  This is a funny series, a throught-provoking series, and a cancelled series.  Isn't that always the case?  But there will be a movie this septeber in theaters to wrap up the story lines.  Maybe, if the movie does well, it will be revived by another studio.  For now, I'll take what I can get.

OMG!  I can't wait for October.  October is when Showcase (one of Palmer's remote locations) is getting another 1.5mbit pipe to double the pipe between them and the internet.  Of course, it doesn't help very much if we don't increase our pipe as well.  So, we are going to a 10mbit pipe.  I gotta go find a sponge to clean up this drool.

 

D'oh! No go!

"I don't know how many cars you've seen at 320 ft. traveling at 175 mph but I've only seen one and it was effen coool."   -Master Blaster

I had a cat scan today.  Found out what my problem was...

Wouldn't it be nice to be able to choose your family like you choose your Friends?  I'll be the first to admit that I'm lucky when it comes to family.  Growing up, our entire family was close.  The closest thing we had to a family problem was one time when my parents were arguing very strongly.  She went to visit family for a few months and then everything seem to go back to normal.  There's nothing I wouldn't do for my family just like there's nothing I wouldn't do for my friends.  I blur the line between friends and family.

 

In my eyes, Jim is like a Brother to me and Rachel is like a Sister.  If they're hurting, I am hurting.  If they're happy, I'm happy.  I know Rachel is upset and I wish there was something I could do.  I will say this;  there is a reason why Jim is my best friend.  He will not judge someone by their apearance but by their actions.  I have never know him to be mean and malicious, unless he is provoked.  I could not think of two people who are more made for each other than Jim and Rachel.  They stand up for each other and for their friends.  I would count myself lucky if they were a part of my family, by blood or by mariage.

I really miss the good ole' days.  I can remember speding more time away from home than at home.  I can remember spending the night at a friend's house on a whim just cause it got too late.  I can count my close friends on one hand and I remember when I would not go more than one day without seeing one of them (not like the 10 days minimum that it usually is).  I need to get out more to get more excercise, but I hate going out alone. 

 

And I am tired of inviting myself over to my friends houses because I don't know if they are humoring me or if they want me there.  I was very happy when they invited me over for Friday Night games and BG.  Unfortunately, I was pretty tired last friday and wasn't much into it.  But I was glad I got out.

 

I am prepared to do more walking.  My biggest problem going out in public is that I can't walk far with out needing to sit down.  I don't want to resort to a wheelchair, because I want to get better, not dependent on something.  I have a stool that I carry around with me so that I can sit after I get tired.  At least I can go out now and not worry about collapsing before I find a seat.  And I much rather go out with friends because there are strength in numbers.  I've never been spit on when I'm with my friends.

 

Friends: Jim, Rachel, Dan, J'Lynn, Randal.

So I turn onto palmer ave and find myself stuck behind slow moving traffic.  I go home this way so that I don't have to drive in traffic.  As I approached the light, I quickly saw why everyone was crawling.  30 fracking bikes were in front of the two cars in front of me.  The light turns green (no left arrow cause the stupid light didn't detect any cars waiting) and the two cars in front of me get through on yellow and red, leaving me to wait.  Again.  Fracking bikes.  Light finally changes and I proceed on my way home and with in 30 seconds I'm behind the fracking bikes again.  Here they have a bike lane bit they would rather slow down everyone else.  Fracking bikes!  And then at the stop sign, they breeze right through almost causing an accident.

 

Fracking Bikes!

So the problem with my truck was a bad Alternator.  They took out the battery, but it was over 5 years old so it was about time for a new one anyways, and they are ordering a new Alternator. Hopefuly it will be under 200 dollars.  Best thing is that I can push off paying for this for a week or two since it will come out of my paycheck.

So, I'm leaving work on friday and I remember that I had to park accross the street that morning.  Shlepping 450 pounds that far is hard work.  But, I get there get in and start the engine.  Or at least try to.  I notice that the needle showing the Battery strength is on empty.  I look back across the street and see that there is no one left in the lot.  I pull out my phone to call my sister, but then remember she is probably just leaving work.  So I try calling Jim, his work isn't too far away and it's just after 5 so maybe he is still there.  Voice mail.  No problem, I'll try Rachel. Fast busy.  Still fast busy.  I give sis a call and let her know I'm stranded.

 

So I sit there for awhile baking, not even the radio is working. after about 20 minutes, someone pulls up to the parking lot to lock up the equipment in the lot next door.  It happens to be Big Dog, which is the guy who used the truck before I bought it from Palmer.  He gives me a jump and I get the truck started.  I notice the power level on the battery is jumping all over the place, so I pull it across the street and park it next to the shop.  Ed and Dale will have something to do Monday morning.  Margaret pulls up and we head off to Pick up Elisa, they carpooled this morning so we are in Elisa's car which thankfully has A/C.  This means I won't have a vehicle this weekend.  Life sucks sometimes.