Sleep deprivation, part 2
I am tired, but I don't feel like going to sleep. I am in some weird state of being angry about everything, feeling exhausted, and wanting to cry or something.
I'm really worried about my Dad. I have been trying to stay as positive as possible about everything, but it doesn't look good at all. We went to see him Sunday, and I was pretty apalled at how bad he looked. He was all pale and fragile looking. It bothered me so much, I didn't even want to stay and visit with him long. I was scared, and I felt guilty for being scared. I could tell my Mom was really worried, too, because she kept watching my Dad all the time.
Monday evening I called to check on Dad. Mom said he seemed to be getting worse. Something as simple as walking to the bathroom would exhaust him and make him breathe as though he had been running. He finally called his doctor here in Nashville. The doctor told him to stop taking a couple of the drugs he had prescribed. The doctor said he was concerned about the difficulty breathing and if it didn't improve by Wednesday, he wanted to see my Dad.
My Dad woke up Tuesday morning and told my Mom he could hardly breathe and felt like he might faint. Mom called an ambulance. The emergency room doctor there in Bowling Green told them he was pretty sure my Dad had a blood clot in his lung. They ran more tests and x-rays and found that my Dad had blood clots in BOTH lungs. The ER doctor told them it was a very serious situation. They admitted my Dad and called in his regular cardiologist there in Bowling Green -- unfortunately, not his cardiovascular surgeon here in Nashville.
They put my Dad on blood thinners and a medicine to help dissolve the blood clots. However, he had an allergic reaction to the medicine that was supposed to dissolve the clots. His doctor in Bowling Green told him last night he was unsure as to how to proceed at this point.
Today his condition deteriorated somewhat. He developed a stabbing pain in his side, and the nurse told him his right lung was worsening. She said she thought he may have developed pleuresy in that lung. When my sister remarked that perhaps the nurse should consult the doctor, she replied, "He'll be here in an hour or so. You can ask him about it then." !!!
It's a long story, but my Dad finally became fed up with the incompetence at the Medical Center in Bowling Green. It really looks like that are simply waiting around for him to die. He demanded this evening to be moved back to St. Thomas here in Nashville where his bypass surgery was performed. They are supposed to transport him here by ambulance in the morning.
We are all hoping Dr. Coltharpe, the cardiovascular surgeon, will be able to do something to remedy the situation.
If you don't mind, please say a prayer for my Dad.
***
On a less serious note, I think someone should develop a political convention speech wheel. A couple of years back, someone had a music reviewers wheel with all these reviewer cliches. Presumably, one could spin the wheel a few times and come up with a record review. I think the same thing would work for speeches made at political conventions. As far as I can tell, they are all basically meaningless, cliche-filled rhetoric. But then what really puzzles me is that people will literally gush over how "inspiring" the speeches are. I don't know how many comments I've seen today remarking how "spine tingling" and "breathtaking" Barack Obama's speech was last night at the Democratic National Convention. I heard the highlights and read the entire speech online. I don't get it. He didn't really say anything! It was all vague feel-good rhetoric, nothing more.
Maybe someone out there can enlighten me and explain why they found Obama's or anyone else's speech at the convention so uplifting.
***
So, in keeping with this sort of seething anger that seems to be just under the surface with me1, I offer another nearly perfect blog entry from Kurt Nimmo. My favorite, most venomous section of the entry:
"Come November, it makes no difference--you're screwed. You can vote for Tweedle Bush or Tweedle Kerry, or you can vote for what I call the Pluto Parties--the Greens, Nader, the Libertarians, various socialists and commies--completely and pathetically marginalized, orbiting somewhere near the edge of the solar system, literally nothing but a joke.
Meanwhile, every year the American people inch closer and closer to feudalism, more and more people are tossed out of the so-called middle class--an illusion mostly inflated by massive credit card debt--as the corporate class realizes record profits, thanks in large part to the Business and Property (and War) Party in Washington, stealing from the American people, shipping their jobs over to a slave-driving China and sweatshop gulags set up by the neolibs, and now arrogantly demanding their kids, in the name of "patriotism," donate their lives so Raytheon and Halliburton, to name but two, might realize even more profit for their shareholders and Bela Lugosi CEOs."
***
How could anyone that opposes the war in Iraq vote for either Bush or Kerry?
1Have you ever felt like you might just SNAP at any second over the most insignificant thing? I shouldn't relate horrible things like this, but one night recently I went to get the ketchup bottle out of the refrigerator. Our refrigerator is often disorganized and overstuffed. When I pulled out the ketchup bottle, a bunch of stuff fell out. I just sort of snapped and SLAMMED the ketchup bottle on the floor. I didn't even think; it was a split second of stupid, non-thinking rage. Of course, the plastic top flew off and ketchup shot out EVERYWHERE. What a mess! What a stupid thing to do! Shauna was mad at me for a few seconds. Some ketchup even splattered on her, and she was several feet away!
I'm really worried about my Dad. I have been trying to stay as positive as possible about everything, but it doesn't look good at all. We went to see him Sunday, and I was pretty apalled at how bad he looked. He was all pale and fragile looking. It bothered me so much, I didn't even want to stay and visit with him long. I was scared, and I felt guilty for being scared. I could tell my Mom was really worried, too, because she kept watching my Dad all the time.
Monday evening I called to check on Dad. Mom said he seemed to be getting worse. Something as simple as walking to the bathroom would exhaust him and make him breathe as though he had been running. He finally called his doctor here in Nashville. The doctor told him to stop taking a couple of the drugs he had prescribed. The doctor said he was concerned about the difficulty breathing and if it didn't improve by Wednesday, he wanted to see my Dad.
My Dad woke up Tuesday morning and told my Mom he could hardly breathe and felt like he might faint. Mom called an ambulance. The emergency room doctor there in Bowling Green told them he was pretty sure my Dad had a blood clot in his lung. They ran more tests and x-rays and found that my Dad had blood clots in BOTH lungs. The ER doctor told them it was a very serious situation. They admitted my Dad and called in his regular cardiologist there in Bowling Green -- unfortunately, not his cardiovascular surgeon here in Nashville.
They put my Dad on blood thinners and a medicine to help dissolve the blood clots. However, he had an allergic reaction to the medicine that was supposed to dissolve the clots. His doctor in Bowling Green told him last night he was unsure as to how to proceed at this point.
Today his condition deteriorated somewhat. He developed a stabbing pain in his side, and the nurse told him his right lung was worsening. She said she thought he may have developed pleuresy in that lung. When my sister remarked that perhaps the nurse should consult the doctor, she replied, "He'll be here in an hour or so. You can ask him about it then." !!!
It's a long story, but my Dad finally became fed up with the incompetence at the Medical Center in Bowling Green. It really looks like that are simply waiting around for him to die. He demanded this evening to be moved back to St. Thomas here in Nashville where his bypass surgery was performed. They are supposed to transport him here by ambulance in the morning.
We are all hoping Dr. Coltharpe, the cardiovascular surgeon, will be able to do something to remedy the situation.
If you don't mind, please say a prayer for my Dad.
***
On a less serious note, I think someone should develop a political convention speech wheel. A couple of years back, someone had a music reviewers wheel with all these reviewer cliches. Presumably, one could spin the wheel a few times and come up with a record review. I think the same thing would work for speeches made at political conventions. As far as I can tell, they are all basically meaningless, cliche-filled rhetoric. But then what really puzzles me is that people will literally gush over how "inspiring" the speeches are. I don't know how many comments I've seen today remarking how "spine tingling" and "breathtaking" Barack Obama's speech was last night at the Democratic National Convention. I heard the highlights and read the entire speech online. I don't get it. He didn't really say anything! It was all vague feel-good rhetoric, nothing more.
Maybe someone out there can enlighten me and explain why they found Obama's or anyone else's speech at the convention so uplifting.
***
So, in keeping with this sort of seething anger that seems to be just under the surface with me1, I offer another nearly perfect blog entry from Kurt Nimmo. My favorite, most venomous section of the entry:
"Come November, it makes no difference--you're screwed. You can vote for Tweedle Bush or Tweedle Kerry, or you can vote for what I call the Pluto Parties--the Greens, Nader, the Libertarians, various socialists and commies--completely and pathetically marginalized, orbiting somewhere near the edge of the solar system, literally nothing but a joke.
Meanwhile, every year the American people inch closer and closer to feudalism, more and more people are tossed out of the so-called middle class--an illusion mostly inflated by massive credit card debt--as the corporate class realizes record profits, thanks in large part to the Business and Property (and War) Party in Washington, stealing from the American people, shipping their jobs over to a slave-driving China and sweatshop gulags set up by the neolibs, and now arrogantly demanding their kids, in the name of "patriotism," donate their lives so Raytheon and Halliburton, to name but two, might realize even more profit for their shareholders and Bela Lugosi CEOs."
***
How could anyone that opposes the war in Iraq vote for either Bush or Kerry?
1Have you ever felt like you might just SNAP at any second over the most insignificant thing? I shouldn't relate horrible things like this, but one night recently I went to get the ketchup bottle out of the refrigerator. Our refrigerator is often disorganized and overstuffed. When I pulled out the ketchup bottle, a bunch of stuff fell out. I just sort of snapped and SLAMMED the ketchup bottle on the floor. I didn't even think; it was a split second of stupid, non-thinking rage. Of course, the plastic top flew off and ketchup shot out EVERYWHERE. What a mess! What a stupid thing to do! Shauna was mad at me for a few seconds. Some ketchup even splattered on her, and she was several feet away!
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