Ladies and Gentlemen. I have sighted the first "holiday" commercial of the upcoming Christmas season.
Lowe's is the guilty party. It's a fairly funny commercial, I'm sure it won't be by about mid December tho.
Let's go kill them. Seriously, pass a law that says you can't air a holiday commercial until Nov 1. I'd vote for that guy.
Into Fantasy? Like your Fantasy Football and Baseball leagues? Try this puppy out.
Later
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Sad Day
Sandy West died today.
Most people don't know who she is, but if I say drummer for The Runaways, something may click.
She had lung cancer. She was 47.
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Computer people. Firefox 2.0 is out. So far so good.
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I'm finally back to work. It's BME Customer Appreciation Week. I'm allowed to take my camera, so I'll have a few pics from work this week.
Later dudes....
Most people don't know who she is, but if I say drummer for The Runaways, something may click.
She had lung cancer. She was 47.
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Computer people. Firefox 2.0 is out. So far so good.
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I'm finally back to work. It's BME Customer Appreciation Week. I'm allowed to take my camera, so I'll have a few pics from work this week.
Later dudes....
Saturday, October 21, 2006
100%
Tuesday I'm sitting at my desk at work. I've been on light duty all month and pretty much sedentary since the middle of September when I had the knee surgery.
I get up to go to the bathroom at 5 and chat with Ethyl at her desk. I start getting chest pains and a little bit of pain in the jaw and left arm. I keep moving for the bathroom, getting more and more uncomfortable.
I route my trip back to my desk past my coat so I can get my car keys with my nitro. Go back to the desk and sit down. It's about 5 after.
Five more minutes and I can't take it, I pop the 1st nitro. 5 more minutes, no relief, 2nd nitro. Don't make it another 5 and take the 3rd. Sweating like a pig and starting to get "tunnel vision" I use the cell to call 911.
I let the people in the room know what's going on and things start getting nuts. 911 operator wants a landline so they call. The "emergency response" team for the P.O. shows up. Starting to feel a bit better, but still pretty bad.
Ambulance shows up and we start the whole deal. Stretcher, asprin, oxygen.....and we're off to Harrisburg Hospital. BTW, if you're in the Harrisburg area and having a heart attack I strongly reccommend the Harrisburg Hospital.
I start to calm down when we get there. They do my blood draw in the ambulance (lots of fun finding a vein over the bumps) so that is ready when we get there. They get me in a slot and hook me up.
A few folks come by, the 1st doc orders a CT scan. This is right around 6 o'clock. About 30 minutes later I go up.....wait in the hall for about a half hour, then go in. I've had these before, they shoot you up with dye. Usually I'm pretty good, but this time it feels like it's coming up. Nurses scattering is really fun. They were out of bedpans, so they kick a trash can over in a panic. Fortunately, it was a false alarm.
I go back downstairs. Deb, Chrissy and Mike showed up right before I went up and were waiting when I got back. It took forEVER to get the results back. I didn't get into a room until midnight.
They tell me that it was not a heart attack. There are markers in the blood that indicate that that weren't present. They thought it might be a pulmonary embolism (clot in the lung), hence the CT. It wasn't. So, the only way they can make sure is to do a cardiac catheter.
Up in the room they get me settleed and the gang leaves. Deb stayed at Mike and Chrissy's so they could get my car the next day.
The guy next to me sounds like he's talking in his sleep. Turns out he fell in the shower and twisted his back. It's 1 o'clock. He has to be showered at 4 for open heart. The nurse trys to pawn off some crappy sleeping pill on me and I insist it HAS to be Ambien. It took a while, but I got it. It's 2 o'clock. I do get some sleep, but it would have been zero without the Ambien. They wake me up at 4 and again at 8.
I get breakfast and nod off. The crappy doc from my cardio group comes in. He says that I will have my cath early afternoon. Then he sees my tray. "Is this yours?". Yes, I say. "Then it will be late afternoon". Great
I call Deb and tell her. Then I nod off. Nurse comes in at noon and says "You're going for your cath". Great. So, long story short, it's done in the afternoon, the nurses are cool (and hot) and I'm back in the recovery room. The cath Doc comes out and says I have a 50 percent blockage, 30 percent blockage and 20 percent blockage. Hence the title of this post. But they're gonna cut me loose.
I get to the room and they do the sandbag on the leg. I talk to the nurse about going home and she says...."Oh no, you're not scheduled to". So I get another night of their hospitality. I watch TV and take it easy. The gang comes in and bring the inlaws as well. We hang until about 8. They leave, I stay. I get a good night sleep and they cut me loose the next day.
Everybody at work was very cool. I guess because I scared the hell outta them. :)
They day before all of this I went to Hershey Med to start working on micro doses of Statin (anti cholesterol) drugs. So the plan is to do that, get back on my diet (which won't be hard since I've been pretty close to it). Then, as soon as the Ortho doc clears me, start walking and working up exercise.
And since you were so nice to read this, you can check out the new pics.
So what's new with you??
later
I get up to go to the bathroom at 5 and chat with Ethyl at her desk. I start getting chest pains and a little bit of pain in the jaw and left arm. I keep moving for the bathroom, getting more and more uncomfortable.
I route my trip back to my desk past my coat so I can get my car keys with my nitro. Go back to the desk and sit down. It's about 5 after.
Five more minutes and I can't take it, I pop the 1st nitro. 5 more minutes, no relief, 2nd nitro. Don't make it another 5 and take the 3rd. Sweating like a pig and starting to get "tunnel vision" I use the cell to call 911.
I let the people in the room know what's going on and things start getting nuts. 911 operator wants a landline so they call. The "emergency response" team for the P.O. shows up. Starting to feel a bit better, but still pretty bad.
Ambulance shows up and we start the whole deal. Stretcher, asprin, oxygen.....and we're off to Harrisburg Hospital. BTW, if you're in the Harrisburg area and having a heart attack I strongly reccommend the Harrisburg Hospital.
I start to calm down when we get there. They do my blood draw in the ambulance (lots of fun finding a vein over the bumps) so that is ready when we get there. They get me in a slot and hook me up.
A few folks come by, the 1st doc orders a CT scan. This is right around 6 o'clock. About 30 minutes later I go up.....wait in the hall for about a half hour, then go in. I've had these before, they shoot you up with dye. Usually I'm pretty good, but this time it feels like it's coming up. Nurses scattering is really fun. They were out of bedpans, so they kick a trash can over in a panic. Fortunately, it was a false alarm.
I go back downstairs. Deb, Chrissy and Mike showed up right before I went up and were waiting when I got back. It took forEVER to get the results back. I didn't get into a room until midnight.
They tell me that it was not a heart attack. There are markers in the blood that indicate that that weren't present. They thought it might be a pulmonary embolism (clot in the lung), hence the CT. It wasn't. So, the only way they can make sure is to do a cardiac catheter.
Up in the room they get me settleed and the gang leaves. Deb stayed at Mike and Chrissy's so they could get my car the next day.
The guy next to me sounds like he's talking in his sleep. Turns out he fell in the shower and twisted his back. It's 1 o'clock. He has to be showered at 4 for open heart. The nurse trys to pawn off some crappy sleeping pill on me and I insist it HAS to be Ambien. It took a while, but I got it. It's 2 o'clock. I do get some sleep, but it would have been zero without the Ambien. They wake me up at 4 and again at 8.
I get breakfast and nod off. The crappy doc from my cardio group comes in. He says that I will have my cath early afternoon. Then he sees my tray. "Is this yours?". Yes, I say. "Then it will be late afternoon". Great
I call Deb and tell her. Then I nod off. Nurse comes in at noon and says "You're going for your cath". Great. So, long story short, it's done in the afternoon, the nurses are cool (and hot) and I'm back in the recovery room. The cath Doc comes out and says I have a 50 percent blockage, 30 percent blockage and 20 percent blockage. Hence the title of this post. But they're gonna cut me loose.
I get to the room and they do the sandbag on the leg. I talk to the nurse about going home and she says...."Oh no, you're not scheduled to". So I get another night of their hospitality. I watch TV and take it easy. The gang comes in and bring the inlaws as well. We hang until about 8. They leave, I stay. I get a good night sleep and they cut me loose the next day.
Everybody at work was very cool. I guess because I scared the hell outta them. :)
They day before all of this I went to Hershey Med to start working on micro doses of Statin (anti cholesterol) drugs. So the plan is to do that, get back on my diet (which won't be hard since I've been pretty close to it). Then, as soon as the Ortho doc clears me, start walking and working up exercise.
And since you were so nice to read this, you can check out the new pics.
So what's new with you??
later
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
G.O.P.(P.P.P.)
The Grand Old Party (Protector of Pedophiles and Perverts)
Foley was kinky with a 16 year old. That's the end of the story.
Brit Hume tried to compare him to Clinton. (You knew that was coming)
Dennis Hastert says that it's all poliitical and they're "going on the offensive". What is offensive is that Hastert thinks he's gonna have a job in 5 weeks.
And yesterday Foley checked into rehab because he has an alcohol problem. Today, he says a priest abused him. I wonder what it will be tomorrow.
I think there are very few Republicans anymore. I think there *are* a lot of people who are conservative who've been conned tho.
cya
Foley was kinky with a 16 year old. That's the end of the story.
Brit Hume tried to compare him to Clinton. (You knew that was coming)
Dennis Hastert says that it's all poliitical and they're "going on the offensive". What is offensive is that Hastert thinks he's gonna have a job in 5 weeks.
And yesterday Foley checked into rehab because he has an alcohol problem. Today, he says a priest abused him. I wonder what it will be tomorrow.
I think there are very few Republicans anymore. I think there *are* a lot of people who are conservative who've been conned tho.
cya
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