Oh how I wish it were different.
It's the early hours of March 16, 2012 and I realized that my health care situation, how do I put it. On April 1, 2010 I rolled myself to my wife's father's van and left the medical side of things behind me. Almost two years have passed since I've been dealing with all this.
It seems silly to go on about it, but hey, it's all I have. I'm still the same person I was, but I can't express it well.
So Humber River shipped me back to West Park. It took a lot longer than expected, and I don't know if it was HR or WP slowing the process, but I waited.
Eventually, they tossed me in a Ambucab and moved me to a private room, still under sterile observation, and nobody knew why. The folks at Humber, when questioned, would clam up, so West Part had to assume an unknown pathogen, and held me in relative seclusion. Luckily, since I had been there recently, I had months of rehab under my belt, so
Anyone who asked me for my presence before this began and was met with me not feeling well, that was true, mostly unrelated, and stupid on my part.
I was drinking very heavily for years prior to this all, and managed to do some damage to my pancreas and liver. Luckily, though the damage was effectively permanent, I stopped drinking completely before it was too late.
I approached CAMH for support, which they were glad to provide, though the waiting list is long for the serious stuff. I was
When we last left it, our gallant hero blah blah.
So, late summer/early autumn of 2009, when I was long medically stable, and had demonstrated that my throat could deal with working the normal way, at least for breathing, the trach was removed and I was moved to West Park, which has multiple medical departments, but their therapy for physical recovery is the best around.
I was there for a few months, in a program that was closer to a boarding school than a hospital, but full of really grea
I've decided to finally write down (well, type in) my entire health story, as I keep retelling bits, and frankly, I have no clue who knows what bits. So, this is a semi-complete look at what went wrong, how my recovery was, and where I am at.
In the late summer of 2009, and I do not recall the dates well, but it was after the start of June, I lost consciousness, but not awakeness. My missus decided it was prudent to rush me to emergency medical care. I think she threw me in a cab, but I don't
I'm not saying I have this, but I do watch House. Surgery (again) soon, and that should be it.
I do have palsy in the 7th (lid closure) a 5th (pain, heat, cold) cranial nerves, which on their own are bad but easily treated. Combined, it gets a bit trickier.
I didn't know the piracy scene on the Nintendo DS was so rife, but it appears very easy to use illegal software on that platform.
Ubisoft is known for some draconian anti-piracy measures, usually to the detriment of consumers. This time, they got it right.
If you are one of the tens of people who actually wants Michael Jackson: The Experience, purchase it.
It's been over a year - a very long and interesting year, since I added to this.
Short version: I got very sick, and might never be 100% again.
Longer version: It started with a case of meningitis, during which I had a stroke-like event. I'm in a wheelchair, my right side moves with very little control, my left side doesn't feel pain (which is not as great as it sounds), my throat doesn't work (talking is awkward at best and if it doesn't go through my gastric tube I don't eat or drink) my
Not exactly a recipe, but more of an "easier done than said" thing.
1-2 lbs chicken (any parts, skinned and deboned) cut into 1" cubes
1 can coconut milk (not cream or water)
1 can tomato paste
1 bunch cilantro
1 small onion or large shallot
1 clove garlic
1 small piece of fresh ginger, grated
1-5 small chillies, Chinese, bird, etc. chopped, number used and seeds included/removed per your preference
1 cup of broccoli, coarsely chopped
1 cup peas, fresh or frozen (not
Einstein, Newton, and Pascal are hanging out in heaven, feeling rather bored, so Pascal suggests a game of hide and seek. Einstein is chosen to be it, and he covers his eyes and counts as Newton and Pascal go to hide. Einstein reaches 60 and opens his eyes only to discover Newton standing right there out in the open.
Einstein goes over to him and says, "What are you doing? You are supposed to hide. You made it too easy for me to find you, Isaac."
Newton points to the ground at his feet, an
Incredible luck abounds: I managed to get a WiiFit for an actual reasonable price.
Popped into the nearby Zellers store to nose around the electronics section. Not finding anything of particular interest, I started heading for the exit. I was stopped by the clerk, who said, "I thought it was you. We have them."
She didn't have to say what "they" were. I knew.
She had a few cases, not even opened. Talk about timing.
I've got an infestation problem.
Cats. Three of the buggers.
Love `em to death.
My local pet supply store had an in-store 'mascot' cat. His name was Mickey, and he literally was older than the store. He died yesterday, at the age of 17.
His health had been problematic for the past year or so, although luckily he wasn't suffering by it. Discomforted, sure, but not in pain. Luckily, though, his role as the cat everyone sucks up has been passed on to Esse, an abandoned medium hai
I discovered a fantastic trick for getting the spell checker to work in virtually all text fields, not just input boxes.
As usual, open about.config in a new tab/window, and locate layout.spellcheckDefault. Change it's value to 2 to turn on Firefox 2's spell-checking in input fields as well as text areas.
You'll need to close and restart Firefox for it to take effect. Oh, and I find it amusing that the Firefox spell checker flags Firefox as a typo.
After a leak of a black Microsoft Windows XP desktop theme last week, MS decided to rework and officially release the new theme, branded as the 'Zune' XP Theme, named after their upcoming portable multimedia device.
Official download is available here: Zune XP Theme
Microsoft is a little late on this release, I believe. The black/orange theme really should have been out before Halloween, don't you think?
In the St. Joseph's Health Centre.
Another long night in the ER. Except for the horrible music videos on the television in the lobby, and the guy screaming all night from the main emerg room (I was in ambulatory care), it wasn't much worse than dull. At least I got some good meds out of it.
It's amazing. I've spent the entire past week bouncing between severe discomfort to poignant agony. Finally decide to check myself in, and an hour later, the morphine flowed in, and the pain has bee
So, yeah. People suck. I was walking home from the nearby mall, bag full of newly purchased sustenance, when a punk-ass kid decided it would be fun to try to mug me.
While I'd love to relate a story of bravado and related ass kicking, I can't. I'm a lover, not a fighter, and proved that today.
Brazen, daylight attempt. Moran claimed to have a knife, demanded cash. I pried his hand off of my messenger bag strap and walked away. I may have been lucky, or it may have been just some dumb
I stumbled onto a fantastic open source software drum machine, called Hydrogen. It runs on Linux, MacOSX, and Windows XP, includes a handful of kit samples and demo tracks, and is remarkably simple to use. Did I mention it was free?
Also, for all you budding starving artists out there, here's another fantastic bit of musician-friendly software: AP Tuner is a software digital tuner, with incredible accuracy. It's freely available for download, but the authors ask that you purchase a licens
I was beginning to think I didn't care about me.
So much has happened these past months, yet somehow, none of it seemed worth documenting at the time. A couple of hospitalizations, extensive blood work done, the whole nine yards.
There. I just summed up a lifetime's medical drama in a short sentence.
My investments are showing a 13% growth. This would not be frustrating if they weren't locked in until I become very, very old.
Oh, and I got my Game Developers Conference invite today. Just like my E3 invite, I can't afford to go.
Yay on both fronts. Boo on the fact that it's effectively meaningless.
The best roast chicken ever:I recommend using bone in, skin on chicken parts, although a whole chicken will certainly work. For this recipe, I used bone in, skin on chicken breasts.First, the brine:In a medium, non-reactive saucepan, combine 1 litre (4 cups) of water with a half cup of salt (sea or rock, preferably), a half cup of sugar (brown or demerrera is best, for flavour), and herbs of your choice. I find a teaspoon of whole peppercorns, and some fresh basil, oregano, thyme or sage work
I'm sober. Oh, not for lack of trying. I have to be honest and say I've got a drinking problem. Yeah, keep your platitudes to yourself. I know I've got a problem, and telling me admitting it is the first step is wasted breath. I know already.If anyone wants to feel sorry for me, don't. It's not that I like my current state, but it's that I know it's my fault. Sure, I may have some genetic/historic predisposition, but hell, if that's the fact, I really should have known better than to have
I was woken up by my girlfriend getting up for work. I rolled over and went back to sleep.Then, the phone rang. It was mid-afternoon. Score!My financial advisor on the phone. Anyone in the Toronto area who is looking to invest, let me know. This guy is da bomb.I ran a few errands, and then retired to the digital crack that is Need For Speed Underground 2. Sexy, sexy gaming, if you like that sort of thing. I do.The rest of the day/night was spent drinking beer and racing around a virtual c