No more nude hiking in Switzerland

Bummer. I just saw an article in which nude hiking has been banned in Switzerland. There goes my chance to get road rash on my ass sliding down the alps.

Tea Parties

I've been meaning to write about the Tea Parties from Wednesday, April 15th; an apropos date to protest taxes. I would have loved to go but I was busy earning money to pay my taxes as well as other things such as mortgage, car payments and food. The absolute partisanship of both sides of the supposed press makes me nuts. I really do believe Fox went over the line from reporting on the tea parties to promoting them; but to give them credit, I think they were doing that to get ratings and it worked. The other major news outlets barely covered them or outright lied about the events, claiming hardly anyone showed up or that the tea parties were the brain child of the Repubclican Party and Fox News. The tea parties were about more than just taxes but rather what our government does with those taxes whether we agree or not. I don't believe we should bail out one company just because they are large but let every other smaller business fail. There should be no favoritism. And quite frankly, if I fail it is on me; why are others not allowed to fail?

Confickered

I work for an academic medical center. As might be expected university affiliated organization have a big target on their foreheads concerning worms and viruses. Of course, we also have a large workforce on the internet who can bring the damn thing in. Well, we got confickered. I don't think the worm itself is causing all the havoc but rather all the steps we have to take to avoid any damage. Access to the internet was shut off for a while, email was disrupted. It was a royal pain in the ass. When I left, my computer was doing a scan for the worm. I figure I can finish all the steps to protect my stuff on Monday.

Political Post

I had vowed never to write about politics because I hate it when people spout their political beliefs as if everyone who doesn't agree with them are idiots, racist, homophobic, bigoted, hate-mongers. However, I have become so afraid of what our government has been doing to us and is threatening to do to us in the future that I must warn you now. Politics may creep into this blog now and then. I cannot fathom why there are so many people who do not see Obama's power grabs for what they are. He scares me shitless. I've always paid attention to who was running the country but never before have I feared what our so-called leaders could do to effect my life personally. This new leadership could literally change my life and not for the better!

I must admit now that I am playing with my blog as a way to avoid writing my paper for school. But, I'm sure I will return to this vein of conversation later.

Chastised by my son

The following is a text conversation between Jeffrey and I:
Mom: R U home tonite?

Jeffrey: Yes

Mom: Can you put lasagna in the oven? I think it takes 2 hours to cook.

Jeffrey: Uh...fine.

Mom: Gee don't sound so exited.

Jeffrey: You realize you don't speak english when you text?

Mom: How is that not english?

Jeffrey: You use letters not words

Mom: What if I don't know the right letters? Rewrite my sentence (Here I thought I was supposed to maybe shorten more words, what do I know)

Jeffrey: You say R U all the time! Instead of are you. You even have a keypad!

Mom: Oh. You're saying not to abbreviate. I thought you were supposed to. Hey, you say K all the time.

Jeffrey: K is something I say in my vocabulary (now he's using big words at me). Sometimes I say ok but I say k a lot.

Mom: There was another one you said this week, I just don't remember. So you're telling my I'm uncool?

Jeffrey: Bad grammar doesn't mean you're cool (ouch! That hurt!)

Mom: Don't forget the lasagna. Grumpy.

Jeffrey: I just preheated the oven. Mistress

Texting with Jeffrey is a blast.

Idiot (or don't try this at home)

So, I did a stupid thing and let my Cymbalta run out. I finally got more yesterday after 8 days of going without. I thought I'd end up in a depressed ball on the bed and that I would have rebound pain as Cymbalta treats nerve pain. No real depression except I perseverate about stupid shit like what someone said at a meeting. However, the pain rebounded back big time last night. One minute I can feel the pain coming on and took a Lortab & Phenergan; before the drugs had a chance to take effect, I was dry heaving into the toilet. Dry heaves because after the Nissen I cannot physically throw up. I found a Phenergan suppository which should take effect faster than pills, then went back to bed and hoped it would work really fast. I think I was hyperventilating, I know I was begging it to stop. Poor Mike, he felt so helpless. Then the poor man has to go to the bathroom, with his book and glasses if you know what I mean. He's sitting in there when the nausea slams me on my ass again and I'm dry heaving into the bathroom sink. The rest of the night was OK and I slept about 12 hours.

It happened again this morning except I didn't dry heave. I felt it coming, took some drugs and rode through the waves of pain and nausea. I have been out of bed for a few hours now and while I am hurting worse than usual, I can stay upright without feeling nauseated. Boy, I will never let my Cymbalta run out again. And I am supposed to be this smart nurse who should know better.

Flaming Gorge

I've got to do better keeping this up. I've decided what I want for a graduation present to myself when I finish my master's degree. I want a good digital camera. I will have more time to have a hobby other than school and I'd like to take pretty pictures like this one from Flaming Gorge.

Our last camping trip was to Flaming Gorge. That place is so beautiful. We went up to Wyoming so Mike could visit Fort Bridger. I think we found the only dry town in Wyoming. I wanted some wine coolers because I am such a hard drinker. But there wasn't even beer in their stores let alone wine coolers. We had to return to Utah where the liquor laws were less strict.