* It stormed off and on all weekend here. In between storms it was hot like the wrath of an angry Old Testament god, which I said and Hotter, who was raised with the New Testament only was all "why, is the Old Testament god of the Hebrews kind of harsh?" and HAHAHAHAHA! I told him "mmmmyeah y'know how Jesus was all healing little birds and doing parlor tricks at weddings? Well, Yahweh was like "wander in the desert for forty years and make your camp under this motherfucking pillar of fire at night or else I will SMITE YOU!" Ha! So yeah the weather was more like that.
* This has evidently become A Cursing Blog. I kept meaning to go all meta about that but tell me, what do you think? I suck with polls and the like but do you a) not notice, b) notice but not care, c) notice and care in a good or bad way, d) pretty much hate it and think I need to shut my Playboy mouth again? I suppose if any of you are fellow pedants you could also e) feel that it represents a blight upon my etymological creativity that indicates bad things or f) find it heartening in that apparently my heart and mind are more connected given that my lexicon has shaken its hair down out of the bun and undone a button at the top of its blouse. Personally I just kind of felt like I had Hit a Limit after Hotter's acute attack of surgi-ma-callititis and our visit to That Awful Hospital.
* Hotter had another big attack on Thursday, and a smallish one yesterday, and oh I cannot WAIT for him to Have His Procedures. Oh yes, we have Been To The Doctor and I didn't say much about it but they pretty much said "this doesn't present like textbook surgi-ma-callititis" and I pretty much went "but his abdominal architecture has been so remodeled at this point and blah blah referred pain when the radiologist [...]" and they were like "but people can live with that for xx years and never--" and I reminded them that Hotter is immunosuppressed and opined that it might be preferable for them to do this NOW instead of when he goes SEPTIC and they conceded that I had a good point and planned an open, non-laparoscopic procedure for that surgi-ma-callititis but were still concerned about strictures or adhesions on the small bowel being The Root of What Ails Him and Medicare not liking "exploratory surgery" and I very sweetly suggested that they could declare this Surgi-ma-callitits Proper seeing as it met the criteria for atypical cases, perform the appropriate -ectomy, and then "run the bowel" while they're in there and have a look at that as well, since I was sure NONE of us wanted to submit his kidney to CT contrast and they had SUCH good eyes and hands I was sure...so yes, reason prevailed and the current plans are to open him up, treat this as surgi-ma-callititis, examine two hernias from within (both from major surgeries, not the uh, turn-your-head-and-cough kind, I feel I should specify for the sake of Hotter's Manliness On Record) and repair at least one, and run the bowel as best they can since part of it is attached to a graft that nobody wants to disturb.
* Hotter and I are pleased with this decision. Neither of us are fully convinced that this is Surgi-ma-callititis Proper but both of us are convinced that this is A Surgical Issue and that the transplant surgeons need to Exorcise The Demon. Because no one is at their best when they're in abdominal agony but that gets old for the spouse almost as quickly as it gets old for the sufferer, particularly if the non-suffering spouse is really quite fond of the affected spouse and shares their distress even before the affected party begins expressing any...feelings.
* Family therapy, y'all. Oh man. It continues to be a motherfucker.
* Had a bit of a breakthrough (breakdown, same diff) as to Why All The
Angry Feelings of Anger and Angry-ness and fear of same, and it made me sad. It's good I
know where my pique is coming from now, and I'm working on learning to
express it. This weekend, in the heat of the moment, I deliberately
watered Hotter's (actual, literal) shoes with my soaker-can. So I'm uh,
still working on the whole "appropriate expression of" thing and it's
fortunate that Hotter just cracked up laughing and was like "you watered
my shoes, is someone feeling some anger, maybe?" I replied that
perhaps I was, and watered his shoes again.
* I continue to garden out my Anger Shoes. This weekend saw the relocation of a grave-sized strip of sod (which became a bed for sweet corn and peas, yes, more, and some intercropped carrots and iceberg lettuce), the ruthless pruning of pretty much every big, thorny, spiky, or just all-around bushy bush surrounding our little house (surprisingly many), thinning, weeding and spraying of all existing plants (with paraffin against mites and fungus, bloom-boosting hormone, and Sevin on non-leaf crops without any seed or fruit forming if they're getting demolished--judge away but while I prefer organic methods, in the end I'm going with What Will Make Us Lots of Food), and lots of raking up and watering.
* This purging of undergrowth did not stop my nemesis from paying me a visit one evening on the front porch while I was a little bit inebriated. It was so...well, anyway...that I'm holding the story back for a proper post of its own (do any of you know how to make a GIF like the Hillary Duff BJ one? Don't act like you haven't seen it, unless you really haven't in which case go and ask YouTube, but if you know how to do that could you educate me please? Thanks).
* Oh and that Levaquin I'm taking for my Clusterfuck-itis of the Upper Respiratory/ENT virus of filth and secondary infections? Those big warning labels all over the bottle about sun exposure? SO NOT KIDDING. I'm awfully prone to heatstroke anyway and even with SPF 60 and a bandanna, etc. I got a case of true heatstroke (the kind where you stop sweating), which I've had before, and had the sense to down a bottle of water then heave myself into the tub and turn the cold tap on with the shower running before I passed out. When I came to I knew I'd be okay because I started realizing how it would look to paramedics and sheepishly shucked off my clothes, washed my hair, and eventually stood up and went about my business all casual-like (Hotter was recovering from an attack and some residual feeeeelings and unaware why I charged into the house; he's used to my zipping around in and out banging the door like an obnoxious kid when the MFA Children are away). Also I do not have a burn, per se, thanks to excellent sunblock, but my skin does have that tight "eh, too much sun" feeling, which I hate.
* The pet snakes are ridiculous. The worm snake is great but the rat snake is a wimp and I had to force-feed him for the SECOND time (he's doing SO much better now though), plus now we have a mouse that was supposed to be for the rat snake but it made friends with the stupid thing and then Hotter named it. Bah, grumble. I should've known the moment I said I didn't care whether they gave me a male or a female one at the pet shop and watched them drop a smelly male mouse into the cardboard box that it would live to stink up my house for years to come. Grr...
* Also? Chickens. We're getting some. I know! I owe you garden porn and you'll see why this is not at all over the top...also I grew up with chickens that laid excellent brown eggs and want my boys to experience that, too. Plus apparently I've lost my mind. Still, look. Awww...we're getting some of these because as I recall they're very sweet if you handle them a lot as chicks and lay well.
* We picked up our second AngelFoodMinistries order this weekend too, and it's fabulous. We've eaten well; I swear it feels like we lived a whole week just this one weekend, good and bad and everything in between. Maybe it's the fever?
* And how are all of YOU?