Bullet points

• On Sunday we walked from Sports Basement to Fort Point, the sun was shining and a cool crisp wind blowing, just spectacular
• Jennifer and Jason brought baby Quinn to the spa party and Tank LOVED him; many doggie licks and baby squeals. They were best friends instantly
• Marty Willson-Piper is releasing his new solo record next month. (See Colin? It can be done under a year!)
• Our building is going up for sale and it all makes me so very tired. I have asked Hestia, Kali and Durga to protect us from eviction and condo conversion
• I've booked the studio on June 21st and I'm hoping I can get Colin in for a taping; there's no excuse now that he's living in LA
• Belize in 37 days!!
• Happy hour on Thursday (we're off on Friday, thanks Cesar Chavez); so we'll see ya at Trader Sam's
  

Embo story

Some of you have read this already, so yes, it's ok to skip it, but there are some updates!

The procedure took place on March 7th.
I'm going to list some bullet points regarding the procedure and the
experience:
- Loved the IR nurse, Ellen, she rocked. She doesn't believe in inserting catheters until the drugs kick in - bless her cotton socks. She also is against those crazy shower caps that some people have to wear. She let my husband in with me until they were ready to begin the
procedure.
- I had two IRs work on my Dr. Gordon and another Dr. they're bringing up the ranks, I remember being asked to hold my breath and I remember the warm/hot dye being shot into my groin area.
- Afterwards when I was wheeled into the "waiting area" my husband came in and we chatted for awhile, I was groggy and my voice sounded like Bea Arthur's.
UCSF also sees inmates and when I opened my eyes at one point I saw 2 cops standing by the foot of my bed off to the right a bit. Then I looked over and I noticed the inmate was right next to me, GREAT! I made sure he was more than arm's length away from me...*sigh*
I mean, honestly, yes, they have needs too, but can we find a small private room for Mr. convict? Or close the curtains around him or ME? Just sayin'. The nurses in this area were scattered and poor organized. Not too happy with them. Glad when they moved me to the LSU (limited stay unit).
- Limited stay unit was good and bad. Good in that I had a comfy bed and great care. Bad because I was next to the ice machine and for some reason EVERYONE in the unit decided they couldn't go 10 minutes without cups of ice! I felt like I was a Motel 6! My daytime nurse,
Caroline was on the ball, my night iime nurse, Karen, was "meh", she did come and check on me often but she didn't speak much and did a number on my left hand when she drew blood, I'm still black and blue there. (STILL bruised!)
- The pain from the embo was non-existent, immediately afterwards and during the night ZERO PAIN, and can I just say I LOVE that med pump? At first the catheter was annoying but after a couple of hours, I didn't mind it at all and enjoyed the fact that I could empty my
bladder without having to get out of bed, or move, or concentrate - so don't be afraid of the catheter! It's a good thing for a small period of time. Of course the nurses have to scare you and said things like "Well, you know some people can't pee after the catheter is removed so they have to be re-catheterized" ok, now why put the fear of the catheter in me until
that time comes? Ay ay ay, anyway, I could pee afterwards, it was not an issue.
- Earplugs and eye mask were crucial - though they were no match against that noisy ice machine or the noise from the people in the bed next to me: husband and wife. Wife stayed over and then on Saturday morning they had 4 friends stop by at 7am! It sounded like a kegger!! At 7 am!!
- Food. OK the kitchen is NOT aware of your doctor's recommendations so don't think that the food they bring you has been approved by your docs. YOU have to make the intelligent choices here. For dinner they brought me a great big plate of spaghetti with meat sauce; #1 I don't eat red meat, so that was a no go for me. Luckily there was a green salad so I had a bit of lettuce, no dressing. They brought some hot water and I had brought my own tea so I made a couple of cups of decaf raspberry tea - yummy. I also brought some whole wheat crackers from home. Dinner = Lettuce, tea and crackers. I felt fine, no nausea, no hunger, just fine. Breakfast, they brought some black coffee - no thanks - caffeine not good for fibes - hello!! Orange juice was loaded with sugar, it tasted like soda, so passed on that too. I ate the banana, the scrambled egg and left the deep fried potatoes and greasy bun alone. Again, my
crackers saved the day and so did a breakfast bar (from trader joe's). I stuck to water and that was fine.
- Meds: The Motrin has been great, no break through pain at all (touch wood), the antibiotics are making me a bit nauseas but that's the norm. Update: I've had to pop a vicodin a couple of nights because I was feeling some "twinges", was able to sleep really well after that.
- The doc said that because of my quick recovery i could go back to the gym on MONDAY - uh, yeah, I don't think so - perhaps Wednesday or so...don't want to push things. Update: I haven't been back to the gym!
- Next period is on the 18th of March hopefully that will be the telltale sign on how successful the embo went because right now it really feels as if nothing has happened to my body - strange!
I go back to work on Monday and I'll be sure to take the motrin with me just in case. If they can't find me AT my desk, perhaps they should look UNDER it!
Thanks to everyone for their good thoughts, vibes, love and support - it has meant the world to me! Besos, Cee xox

Best quote of the day...

We were arranging the microphones and stands and Dinhar asked if he could touch them; here goes:

(dinhar) can I touch these?
(me) you can touch anything you want.
(dinhar) come closer, then.

Second best:
(dinhar) I need to change my shirt, I'm all sweaty...sorry everyone I have Will Farrell's body!

It was a good day at the studio...I still don't know what's going on...ha!

A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste...

...color me wasteful!
I had my pre-emobolization consultation today, since this entire thing began (the search for fibroids) back in November I started a shiny white folder containing all of my medical information, you know forms I've filled out, spreadsheets tracking my cycle and it's reaction to the fibes, future appointments, business cards from various medical personnel, a dvd of my MRI, you get the picture. Well, like a right git I left the shiny white folder on the counter at the lab office. See, I wasn't expecting to get blood drawn today but I did, so I was a bit disheveled plus the very nice man who took my blood (from a vein on the back of my hand!!!) kept praising Jesus (that is was Friday, that I had such lovely veins on my hand, that the labels for the tubes printed out correctly, you name it the big JC was praised) so that distracted me as well. I've never had blood drawn from the back of my hand before so THAT freaked me out but it was fine, the man has a light touch despite the fact that it was his FIRST week with UCSF, momma! Ok, ok he's had 20 years of experience at other places...so no worries.
Well I got back to my campus and realized I was sans shiny white folder, *SHITOLA*, I called the nurse I had met for the consult and she gave me the lab phone number and being the harsh cynic I am thought for sure NO ONE was going to #1 answer the phone let alone #2 find my shiny white folder with all my medical info, yes with my social security number in there too just to make the identify theft that much easier. Surprise! Ron answered the phone and looked, and looked, and found my shiny white folder!! Sure it was a pain in the arse getting on the shuttle and heading back to the lab again, but I had to there was no other option. I got there and asked for Ron but alas, no one seemed to know WHO he was until he popped his head out of his office and everyone said "Oh, you mean RONNIE!!" C'mon people, let's expand our minds a little...and gimme a break! He handed me my shiny white folder and wished me a happy weekend. So here I am back at Laurel Heights with my hand a tiny bit sore and with my shiny white folder all tuck away in my bag, safe and sound...PRAISE JESUS!

PS: I got that Baby Jesus jpg from: http://www.landoverbaptist.org/cartoons/
The site is killing me it's so insanely hilarious, I can't tell if they're real or not, oh mah gods!!

Acting out

Let me know if you think this was out of order:
At work there had been a sinkful of dirty dishes for over 3 weeks. I say "had" been because today I became fed up with looking at the grossness and threw them all away! Yup, made the executive decision and tossed the lot in the garbage. Ta daaaa!
Was that so wrong?

My one Depeche Mode story and it wasn’t even them...

I was hanging out with my then-not-now friends Orlando and Stacy. Orlando was this funny, round, Madonna loving, dance club crazed boy who worked at Music Plus with my chain smoking, coca-cola for breakfast drinking, once very cool and witty, borderline anorexic best friend Stacy. So for some reason I let them drag me to all these gay dance clubs in Hollywood, and by the 4th one I was ready to call it a night, unfortunately Orlando was driving so I was pretty much being held hostage. Reaching the 4th hideously neon lit club with its moronic “thumpa – thumpa” vibrations reaching the parking lot I decided to stay in the car and perhaps catch a nap, I was buzzed, I was irritated, I was in the back of a jeep where every minor bump in the road sent my twins bouncing up to my chin! Hey, no one told me I had to wear a sports bra, give a girl fair warning! So as I did my best to ground myself Orlando comes running out of the club announcing “Boy George is in there!!” I said something like “Good, can we go now?” Orlando kept insisting I go and see Boy George (mind you I had already met Boy George a few years back, his hat blew off and I picked it up for him), so to make Orlando happy I followed him into the club and to the table where BG was sitting, I looked at the man clad in black, strange black hair and makeup and said maybe too loudly “That’s not Boy George, that’s the fat guy from Depeche Mode!” and without registering a response from anyone I stormed back outside and waited to be released. What a cranky wench, eh?
Boy George kinda looks like Kelly Osborne in that picture!!

My Favorite Demented Stalker Lyric

I'm going to take my time
I have all the time in the world
To make you mine
It is written in the stars above
The gods decree
You'll be right here by my side
Right next to me
You can run but you cannot hide

Don't say you want me
Don't say you need me
Don't say you love me
It's understood
Don't say you're happy
Out there without me
I know you can't be
'Cause it's no good

And on it goes, I'm not a Depeche Mode fan but I really do like this song, I found the "produced" video for this song on You Tube (I'd never seen it before) who would have known the DM boys were so funny?? If you venture over to You Tube don't click on the live version of this song, they only posted half of it and it's a buzz kill.
Why did I think this song was on the Romeo and Juliet soundtrack??