Quickie Entry

First, a belated happy birthday to typoamongus - hope it was a great day for you! :)


Congratulations to Miss sallyk on getting a job - that's wonderful news, and I wish you the best!


Welcome to karma_to_burn - glad you're along for the (currently bumpy) ride!

Another Day, Another $.75

Work is going okay, keeping me plenty busy. I'm not losing sleep over possibly-vindictive people, and I just have to do an occasional mental check - to keep myself grounded, and remember that I could possibly be misconstruing someone because the depression likes to mess with my head.

Two more days until my birthday. I swear, I don't feel 30 yet. Of course, that could change by the time I wake up Thursday morning ... but for now, I still feel pretty young. Also, I've had co-workers tell me to be prepared. They plan on wreaking havoc on my plot in the cube farm for my milestone birthday. And, as one co-worker put it "you've been here longer" - meaning that if I thought they did a bang-up job on Patti's cubicle (and she's been here 6 months), then wait'll I get in and see what they do to mine. I've been warned ... hehe.


Last night was a better night for me. Not perfect, but I was starting to feel better to a degree. Heck, I was able to drag my ass out of the apartment to get a box of hair color and even contemplated making dinner ... then, the heat outdoors and the Effexor hot flashes reminded me that it's pretty damn hot to be cooking. So, I ordered pizza, worked on a story, and colored my hair. A fun, kind of lazy night.

Tonight, I'm going to make a Target run. No real need for anything - just a desire to go out there and salivate over everything I have no use for, and maybe find a couple of things that I "need" for home or the office.

Cuervo? Cuevas? Quark?

Those would be the wild guesses at the name of my stepdad's oncologist. Mom's not sure of his exact name, just knows that he's got an accent like Antonio Banderas, spent a long time with them yesterday (over an hour) discussing treatment options - pros and cons, websites to go to for information, as well as his working with the doctors at Indiana University Hospital (the same hospital that treated Lance Armstrong) on how to go about treating my stepdad's case.

Mom told me that she thought the doctor's name was "Cuervo" or "Cuevas". Perry thought it sounded like a Star Trek character's name - "Quark". I told mom that if it were "Dr. Cuervo", THAT doctor could help you forget everything! No matter - they're happy with him so far, and they're weighing the options for treatment.

He goes in for a CAT scan of his lungs soon, to see if his pnuemonia may have been caused by something that wasn't previously noticed - in other words, to see if the cancer may have mestatasized, and gone to his lung(s). That's the thing with testicular cancer - it's pretty wily, and tends to strike other parts of the body. Thankfully, though, the survival rate is 98%.

I just know that I haven't really told anyone at work, besides the few people in my department. This is mainly because one of the vice presidents lost his son to testicular cancer several years ago - and I'd hate to find out that it's still a sensitive topic for him or something. Besides, right now, I'm still keeping it on a need-to-know basis.

The only reason you all know is because you're reading this - and sometimes, it just helps to get those things out, and off my chest. Otherwise, I'd be carrying them around with me, like an incredible psychic weight on my shoulders. Talking about it makes me feel better, puts my mind at ease, and reminds me that I'm certainly not alone here.