madwomanwithabox: ([Text] All Amber's Fault)
-Hello, friendly friends. Yes, I am alive. No, I have not abandoned LJ, even if I have abandoned my paid account. (It expired...I have no money. Liz will get herself a brand new Petrelli-friendly layout when she wins the lotto...oh yesh...) And finally, yes Virginia...there *is* a Santa Claus. :P

-A little about home: Dad's in the hospital. Long story short? Another infection...sorta. Infection sent him there (under his own power, he scheduled an ambulance transport himself and did his own admitting...the whole nine yards), and turns out they found circulation issues in his leg. Not the lymphedema mind you...he's got arterial blockage, and today he's going in for an angiogram/angioplasty. The angiogram is an exploratory procedure...like taking an x-ray of his veins. If they find the blockage isn't too bad, they insert a catheter and use a balloon to move the blockage and clear the way...that's the angioplasty part.

The fun side? He refuses to be awake for it...he's demanded that they put him under anesthesia. He *says* nothing can go wrong? But he basically drove himself into the hospital...most of you know the story, but for those who don't: he waited five and a half months for this thing with his leg to get this bad. Anyway, I no longer trust him. So...if you pray, just do me a favor today and warn God that Liz will be PISSED if anything happens to him. ;)

-In other news...about a week or so ago, I won $300 on the local radio. *insert cheering section here* It's like a payroll gimmick...they call a name every hour, and if you call in to accept, you get $100 an hour until the next person calls in when they get their name called. I registered...I got called. No one else called in for 3 hours, so I made some SHWEET bank. Oh yesh. My check's in the mail, so I'm just all bouncy to get it now. HEE!

-Why did I use this icon? BECAUSE IT'S FUNNY.

-I heart Wentworth Miller. And Milo Ventimiglia in all his short-haired buffness. [/end random love]

-I've been watching BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER and the decision has come in: I need either a Kendra, Jenny Calendar, or Rupert Giles muse. That is all.

-I don't make icons anymore. Why is that? *decides to make icons*

-Okay, so who here shops at Target? *looks at show of hands* So, they have these dollar bins in front of the store, right? And the stuff there changes all the time. So they've been selling this really *awesome* dollar jewelry...bracelets, necklaces, earrings, etc. I picked up a BUNCH of cute stuff...some earrings shaped like angel's wings, a heart necklace, a fleur-de-lis necklace...

And then the other day I picked up another necklace that I thought looked cool. I wore it to the hospital to see Dad yesterday...and he says it's a Nazi symbol. The necklace has a symbol that looks like this, but without the swastika.

Now I have relatives that were in concentration camps...my dad's family is Jewish. I would never knowingly wear a Nazi symbol. But look? I did...Dad told me to look it up online, and I did, and until I saw it with the swastika emblem? It did NOT click with me that the necklace was an Iron Cross.

I got this at Target, peeps. TARGET. This HOW FUCKED UP IS THAT MOMENT has been brought to you by the letters W, T, F, and by the number 0...as in never again. Yeah, I'm taking that shit back.

-I'm on a huge Fleetwood Mac, Led Zeppelin, and Eagles kick lately. I must download tuuuuuunes.

-Speaking of Target...I now own an I <3 JIM mug. As in THE OFFICE. Why yes, I am awesome...thank you for noticing. :P

-And did I mention my Dwight Quote Pens? What? Yes, I am *also* made of win, thank you! ;p

-I think me and [livejournal.com profile] rogueapprentice are STILL the only people on the planet who loved THE KILL POINT. We rock. And roll. All day long. SWEET SUZIE. [/end seekrit movie quote language]

-SAM/JO. WTF? SO RANDOM BUT SO GOOD. [/end seekrit message to You Know Who You Are]

-Okay, time to get some work done. And....stuuuuff. I don't post enough, I know...please collect your free pass to kick my ass into doing shit, right here. Line up, nice and orderly people...
madwomanwithabox: ([Heroes] Falling On Deaf Ears)
So...back from the dog show. Obviously.

The good news? Arizona = BEAUTIFUL. I had the best time, and the puppy, Rocky? He won his first THREE championship points at a major, no less.

(translation: to be a champion, a dog has to acquire 15 points, and two of his matches have to be majors, where X number of dogs are competing. Rocky's a Silky Terrier, and the breed's very unpopular. We went to Arizona to help a friend assemble a major, and we scored our first points at it. It's a BIG accomplishment. There are 3, 4, and 5 point majors, where if you win, you get that many points. Rocky took Winner's Dog at a three point major.)

The bad news? I came back home to find out my father has lymphedema.

It's a relatively harmless condition...it's when the lymphatic system won't work right, and causes swelling in the extremities. My dad has out of control swelling in his remaining leg. He has Medicare as well...no problem, right?

WRONG.

Medicare pays for ineffective treatment of lymphedema, including pumps and visits to unqualified professionals which can result in DAMAGE instead of treatment, but the basic materials for the compression dressings that are the most effective treatment of the swelling lymphedema causes? MEDICARE DOES NOT COVER THE COST FOR THESE ITEMS.

Now this is complicated, in my dad's case, by the fact that the condition has caused a wound on his heel...one he can't get treated until he begins compression therapy for his leg. He's in constant pain, and can't even take enough pain medication to relieve it.

I'm gonna kill Medicare. I've already contacted a local lymphedema advocate for info, and letters will begin. I'm planning on five a day, maybe ten. Emails out the ass. I want to crash servers and flood offices. And I'd like help for whoever wants to offer it.

In the meantime, I'll be figuring out a way to pay for $300 worth of compression dressings.

Fuck you, Uncle Sam. Fuck you in the asshole with a big rubber dick...then break it off and beat yourself over the head with the rest of it. You don't fucking get away with hurting MY goddamn family.
madwomanwithabox: (Jate Goodnight)
After a huge family disaster that's just way too detailed to explain here, I'm finally on the road to recovering from the whole ordeal. A few of you already know what the 411 is, but bottom line, Dad was sick and I was in hell.

Dad's better today...he cooked dinner last night. He was in bed when I woke up this morning. I fell asleep around 11 last night...a definite improvement.

And today, Bossman and Other Bossman are feeding me baked salmon, pita bread, and salad for lunch, straight from their homemade lunch. It's SO GOOD ZOMG.

Suffice to say, the world's a much happier place.

RP tags are forthcoming, and to mods whom read my journal, I'm totally catching up on my muse comms. Thanks for understanding.

And to my friends at large...you're the greatest group of crazies a psycho like me could ever hope to know. I love you all.

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