8:50 AM - 2/7/06
~Choppy
Just got this weird electric zap-like pain in my chest and back, on the left side. That was pretty creepy.
I didn't sleep all that much... maybe 3 hours. Stompy was up bright and early, and so, of course, was Choppy. I figured that out a few weeks ago, I think. Choppy doesn't really live next door. See, I knew that there was something up. No one can possibly do that much chopping in a 24 hour period. I never saw anyone carrying in large bags, and there were no neighbors missing. So... the chopping sounds couldn't have been coming from the woman who lives next door. Then, I realized that Choppy and Stompy seemed to be on the same time schedule, and that Choppy seemed to always be chopping while I was using my bathroom. Eureka! It's the damn plumbing. Choppy lives in the walls.
Apparently, when any of us use the bathroom sink, it makes chopping sounds while the water is going through the pipes. Not the kitchen sinks, not the showers, not the toilets, just the bathroom sinks. There are 6 apartments sharing the plumbing. There are A LOT of chopping concerts.
Well, I guess that it's good to know that my next door neighbor isn't chopping up bodies... but, now I don't know what to call her.
3:43 PM - 2/7/06
~Off to find Spot
Let's see... I'm shaking, have a migraine, and am, very much, not seeing well out of my right eye. My pulse is about 100.
Good time to get ready for the MRI.
Hopefully I'll be back later tonight, or in the morning, depending on how zonked I am from the Valium.
I'll give Tubey your regards.
11:57 PM - 2/7/06
~it went
Well, first and foremost, I must say, that I have no clue how to read spinal images. Not that I didn't stare at them for over an hour, but I really have no clue what's what, and do not have the patience to find out right now.
The brain's contrast images I looked at looked ok to me, aside from something resembling a lesion on one temporal lobe or another. I'm pretty sure it was the left. It didn't seem that big of a deal though.
The images are beyond good. ("Good", as in clear, well definied, not blurry, should be easy to read.) So good, in fact, that I feel like I am indeed looking at a completely alien MRI. I keep seeing little holes, and I have no clue whether or not they belong there.
All in all, what it comes down to, is that I'm going to have to wait for Radiologydude to speak with Neurodude, and then wait for Neurodude to contact me.
If there are no new lesions, and no visible reason why I'm having the problems I'm having, then I'll have to wait until next week for the final vote on the T-Spine. If nothing shows up there, then I have some serious thinking to do. I sure as shit am not going for another Solu-Medrol course, if there aren't any lesions dancing around in there. What I will do, I don't know. Learn to live with the symptoms, and shut my yap, I suppose.
In many ways, all this shit was so much easier when it was just MPD.
Tuesday, February 7, 2006
Monday, February 6, 2006
February 6, 2006
12:05 PM - 2/6/06
~Messy Archives
The fact that all the 2006 archives are so screwed up is really bothering me. I'd pester R or Nk with it, I fear, so I haven't dropped either one of them a ~-mail. I did post something on the community forum, but gave up on that route.
I guess I'm just weird like that. When things are out of order, it makes me completely nuts. I'm purposely posting less too... trying to keep the majority of January on the main page, so that it stays in order.
Maybe it's genetic.
grumblegrumblegrumble
~Messy Archives
The fact that all the 2006 archives are so screwed up is really bothering me. I'd pester R or Nk with it, I fear, so I haven't dropped either one of them a ~-mail. I did post something on the community forum, but gave up on that route.
I guess I'm just weird like that. When things are out of order, it makes me completely nuts. I'm purposely posting less too... trying to keep the majority of January on the main page, so that it stays in order.
Maybe it's genetic.
grumblegrumblegrumble
Sunday, February 5, 2006
February 5, 2006
3:25 PM - 2/5/06
~Crap for brains
It's the second or third day of migraines. They stop for a while, but then come back. Blood Pressure headaches, maybe. Haven't felt too much like sitting at the computer, or writing. There's a few hours before the Super Bowl comes on tv. I'm already tired. With my luck, I'll fall asleep while trying to watch. That would suck. I wait all year for those commercials.
Just heard a plane fly over. Sounded Military. I was in PA, near a couple of bases, around the 9/11 thing. It was spooky. Some of the planes I saw were like things from nightmares. One of them was flying very low, and it was the largest plane I'd ever seen... and I didn't hear a thing. Spooky quiet.
There's some crap in the news about Iran. Sounds way too much like the Iraq crap. That's all it is to me, I suppose. Crap. It's as real to me as ER and CSI. I think that's what a lot of the countries in the Middle East are bothered by... the fact that our lives... American lives, are so much different from theirs. ...and it's not just about them thinking that we all live like Michael Jackson and J-Lo.... it's about the fact that to the majority of us, it may as well be ER or CSI... and the fact that many of us know more about ER, CSI, and Mortal Combat than we do about what's actually going on over there. I guess... it's about the fact that to them, it seems like none of us care about the hell that they're going through... or maybe that they see us as the cause of a lot of the hell they're going through.
So, do I care? I guess. ...but I also care about the fact that Dr. Carter is coming back to Chicago from the Congo, or wherever it was that he went to be with that woman he was in love with, and Abby's pregnant and back with Luca.
Yeah... God bless America. We need it, and nobody else wants to.
~Crap for brains
It's the second or third day of migraines. They stop for a while, but then come back. Blood Pressure headaches, maybe. Haven't felt too much like sitting at the computer, or writing. There's a few hours before the Super Bowl comes on tv. I'm already tired. With my luck, I'll fall asleep while trying to watch. That would suck. I wait all year for those commercials.
Just heard a plane fly over. Sounded Military. I was in PA, near a couple of bases, around the 9/11 thing. It was spooky. Some of the planes I saw were like things from nightmares. One of them was flying very low, and it was the largest plane I'd ever seen... and I didn't hear a thing. Spooky quiet.
There's some crap in the news about Iran. Sounds way too much like the Iraq crap. That's all it is to me, I suppose. Crap. It's as real to me as ER and CSI. I think that's what a lot of the countries in the Middle East are bothered by... the fact that our lives... American lives, are so much different from theirs. ...and it's not just about them thinking that we all live like Michael Jackson and J-Lo.... it's about the fact that to the majority of us, it may as well be ER or CSI... and the fact that many of us know more about ER, CSI, and Mortal Combat than we do about what's actually going on over there. I guess... it's about the fact that to them, it seems like none of us care about the hell that they're going through... or maybe that they see us as the cause of a lot of the hell they're going through.
So, do I care? I guess. ...but I also care about the fact that Dr. Carter is coming back to Chicago from the Congo, or wherever it was that he went to be with that woman he was in love with, and Abby's pregnant and back with Luca.
Yeah... God bless America. We need it, and nobody else wants to.
Saturday, February 4, 2006
February 4, 2006
4:58 PM - 2/4/06
~grumph
I wish that I could manage to pull something out of my brain to write about, but... I'm still feeling stuck on pause. MS symptoms are taking up both my energy and my focus, in large amounts.
I suppose that there are only so many different ways to say "ouch." and, "this sucks." before all you can really do is grunt, in order to express yourself uniquely.
~grumph
I wish that I could manage to pull something out of my brain to write about, but... I'm still feeling stuck on pause. MS symptoms are taking up both my energy and my focus, in large amounts.
I suppose that there are only so many different ways to say "ouch." and, "this sucks." before all you can really do is grunt, in order to express yourself uniquely.
Friday, February 3, 2006
February 3, 2006
6:53 PM - 2/3/06
~Touching the dial
Just got off the phone with the, very nice, lady at the MRI place I'm going to on Tuesday. She said that I can get the films that day, if I want them (and YES I do), and that they can make a disk for me, but they charge for it. Bummer there, but... oh well.
They asked if I could bring my last set of films with me, so that the comparison work could get started quickly. I agreed. I'll pick them up on the 13th, when I go in for the t-spine. The quicker they get done with it, the quicker it gets back to Neurodude. The quicker it gets back to Neurodude, the quicker it'll be decided who gets to bitch-slap whom.
Today wasn't too bad. Got the lab work done, went to the store and to lunch. Completely passed out after RavensWings left though. I need more sleep, but I'm hoping it'll wait until after House. I missed it last week, thanks to the little ER trip that couldn't.
It could be seen as "sad" that my life is so revolved around watching tv, but I don't care. I like watching tv. Yes, I'd rather be doing other things... I'd rather not be sick at all... but, that's not the case.... so, I find my little pleasures where I can. If it's watching 5 hours straight of tv, on Thursday and Friday nights, so be it.
I should go. CSI is on, in about 10 minutes.
9:29 PM - 2/3/06
~good head bad head
I feel like I have a lot to write about, but I keep going on "pause"... sitting here, ripping my beard out... The CSI episode that was on was one I'd seen, at least once, before. So, I guess I got distracted.
I'm sort of over-focused on my MRI films. I pulled them out tonight, in preparation for Tuesday. I looked them over again, and again had a bad reaction. Quite a few of the images are blurred. Too, there are only about 2 pages of images done with contrast. The previous MRI had 5 pages of images with contrast. I knew that it took a shorter amount of time, but I didn't think too hard on it then. Too, I got zapped. While laying there, before the MRI sequences started, it felt like someone had hooked my left hand up to an electrical outlet. I pulled my hand away from the side of the table and said "ouch.", but thought nothing more of it. I let the tech. know, but she gave me some sort of excuse that she pulled out of her ass about "maybe your hands were touching...".
It's just that I really think that the last MRI was no good. I do know what I feel. I do know when I get new symptoms. I was, honestly, shocked when Neurodude told me that there were "no new lesions". Looking over the films again, I'm not too surprised. There are hardly any contrast images there to look at, and the ones that seem to have something on them that's lit up are blurred beyond recognition. Here, you be the judge.
Then, learning that the machine actually died?... ummmm...
Why am I so focused on this?
Because I REFUSE to be called "crazy" anymore. I know the difference between when I get worse, and when it's the same old pain!
Please let this next MRI go better than the last one did. I need to know the difference between when it's in my head, and when it's in my head.
~Touching the dial
Just got off the phone with the, very nice, lady at the MRI place I'm going to on Tuesday. She said that I can get the films that day, if I want them (and YES I do), and that they can make a disk for me, but they charge for it. Bummer there, but... oh well.
They asked if I could bring my last set of films with me, so that the comparison work could get started quickly. I agreed. I'll pick them up on the 13th, when I go in for the t-spine. The quicker they get done with it, the quicker it gets back to Neurodude. The quicker it gets back to Neurodude, the quicker it'll be decided who gets to bitch-slap whom.
Today wasn't too bad. Got the lab work done, went to the store and to lunch. Completely passed out after RavensWings left though. I need more sleep, but I'm hoping it'll wait until after House. I missed it last week, thanks to the little ER trip that couldn't.
It could be seen as "sad" that my life is so revolved around watching tv, but I don't care. I like watching tv. Yes, I'd rather be doing other things... I'd rather not be sick at all... but, that's not the case.... so, I find my little pleasures where I can. If it's watching 5 hours straight of tv, on Thursday and Friday nights, so be it.
I should go. CSI is on, in about 10 minutes.
9:29 PM - 2/3/06
~good head bad head
I feel like I have a lot to write about, but I keep going on "pause"... sitting here, ripping my beard out... The CSI episode that was on was one I'd seen, at least once, before. So, I guess I got distracted.
I'm sort of over-focused on my MRI films. I pulled them out tonight, in preparation for Tuesday. I looked them over again, and again had a bad reaction. Quite a few of the images are blurred. Too, there are only about 2 pages of images done with contrast. The previous MRI had 5 pages of images with contrast. I knew that it took a shorter amount of time, but I didn't think too hard on it then. Too, I got zapped. While laying there, before the MRI sequences started, it felt like someone had hooked my left hand up to an electrical outlet. I pulled my hand away from the side of the table and said "ouch.", but thought nothing more of it. I let the tech. know, but she gave me some sort of excuse that she pulled out of her ass about "maybe your hands were touching...".
It's just that I really think that the last MRI was no good. I do know what I feel. I do know when I get new symptoms. I was, honestly, shocked when Neurodude told me that there were "no new lesions". Looking over the films again, I'm not too surprised. There are hardly any contrast images there to look at, and the ones that seem to have something on them that's lit up are blurred beyond recognition. Here, you be the judge.
Then, learning that the machine actually died?... ummmm...
Why am I so focused on this?
Because I REFUSE to be called "crazy" anymore. I know the difference between when I get worse, and when it's the same old pain!
Please let this next MRI go better than the last one did. I need to know the difference between when it's in my head, and when it's in my head.
Thursday, February 2, 2006
February 2, 2006
6:41 AM - 2/2/06
Morning
6:41 AM
Just letting you know that I'm up, and not dead.
Will try Neurodude at 8:30. Basically, I'm going to tell him that if "we" want to try Solu-Medrol again, he'll have to set me up with Outpatient. If he wants an MRI after the treatment, he should get that set up too. If he wants an MRI before the treatment and can manage to schedule it, fine, but I don't care either way. I don't think that the hospital is a good idea. I really think that the stress will put me under.
8:34 AM
on hold
838 AM
...and he's not in (yet).
The receptionist said that she'll give him the message to call me (stat), when he gets in. His first patient isn't scheduled until 10.
shoot me?
11:37 AM - 2/2/06
~this is getting ridiculous
I called at 8:30am, like they told me to. He wasn't in. They said that they'd leave him a message to call, "stat", as soon as he came in. His first scheduled appointment was at 10:00.
It's almost 11:30 now, and I'm still... waiting on Neurodude.
2:56 PM - 2/2/06
~The Neurodance
So, at 1pm, I finally heard from Neurodude.
The short of it, is that tomorrow I have to go pee in a cup and have some blood sucked out of my arm. On Tuesday, I get to visit with an alien MRI machine to get pictures of my brain and neck taken. After that, maybe another outpatient Solu-Medrol course.
Am I happy about this? I don't know. I think that my brain and my whole spine should be done, not just a brain and c-spine. I'm not thrilled at the thought of more Solu-Medrol, but at least it'll be done outpatient. If it doesn't work, I don't know what I'm going to do. I have to somehow get them to stop pushing the stuff on me, if it's not working. He pretty much dismissed my IVSM/Prednisone request. I don't know if that's a battle that is at all winnable.
I'm tired. I need to try sleep and fluids. My veins go bonkers if I'm dehydrated, and too, I've felt sort of stuffy since the ER trip... no surprise there though. The place is downright dangerous when it comes to germs. With my luck, Neurodude will try blaming my eye problems on some sort of cold because my blood or piss will show some sign of one infection or another, thanks to the ER germ attack. I guess it's all good. It'll stay blind until he gives me the benefit of the doubt. He just seemed a little too focused on whether or not I had any symptoms of infection. You know, that could cause old lesions to be aggravated. Right. My bad. It's just a cold! Silly me!
7:11 PM - 7:11 PM
~using up my cell minutes
Well, apparently the great and powerful Oz (aka the MS Specialist) agreed with me that more of the spine needed to be looked at, aside from my neck. So... the MRI scheduling people called me and informed me that, so sorry, we can't do all 3 in one day... you'll have to come in about a week later to have the third one.
So... brain and c-spine on the 7th, and t-spine on the 13th. I suppose that they're skipping over the L-spine, which is fine by me. At this point, the only thing I want them to do in that area is to kiss my ass.
Am I having fun yet?
7:21 PM - 2/2/06
Evening
7:21 PM
So, they called me and told me that after Neurodude scheduled me for the 2, Rkd called and added on the t-spine. The 13th is the absolute best they could do. If I want all 3 together, it's even worse... something like the 20th.
They're supposed to call me to pre-register. Hopefully I can find out about getting copies then. The woman who called today was from the central booking place, and when she tried to transfer me over to the actual center, they weren't available.
I'm sorry that I couldn't check with you before saying ok to the appointment. :( If it's a problem, I'll try to get it changed. Just let me know.
...and thank you for all of this. I have no clue what I'd do without you.
11:20 PM
Fucking phone went off during the last 3 minutes of ER. Jk was texting me.
That's all it takes though... missed the end. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!
If you talk to anyone, can you see if they can tell you how it ended? The last I saw was Abby talking about a $10 bet with the (ex) Professor.
I'm REALLY miffed about this.
grrrrrr
Phone just rang. I'm stupid. I took the call.
Morning
6:41 AM
Just letting you know that I'm up, and not dead.
Will try Neurodude at 8:30. Basically, I'm going to tell him that if "we" want to try Solu-Medrol again, he'll have to set me up with Outpatient. If he wants an MRI after the treatment, he should get that set up too. If he wants an MRI before the treatment and can manage to schedule it, fine, but I don't care either way. I don't think that the hospital is a good idea. I really think that the stress will put me under.
8:34 AM
on hold
838 AM
...and he's not in (yet).
The receptionist said that she'll give him the message to call me (stat), when he gets in. His first patient isn't scheduled until 10.
shoot me?
11:37 AM - 2/2/06
~this is getting ridiculous
I called at 8:30am, like they told me to. He wasn't in. They said that they'd leave him a message to call, "stat", as soon as he came in. His first scheduled appointment was at 10:00.
It's almost 11:30 now, and I'm still... waiting on Neurodude.
2:56 PM - 2/2/06
~The Neurodance
So, at 1pm, I finally heard from Neurodude.
The short of it, is that tomorrow I have to go pee in a cup and have some blood sucked out of my arm. On Tuesday, I get to visit with an alien MRI machine to get pictures of my brain and neck taken. After that, maybe another outpatient Solu-Medrol course.
Am I happy about this? I don't know. I think that my brain and my whole spine should be done, not just a brain and c-spine. I'm not thrilled at the thought of more Solu-Medrol, but at least it'll be done outpatient. If it doesn't work, I don't know what I'm going to do. I have to somehow get them to stop pushing the stuff on me, if it's not working. He pretty much dismissed my IVSM/Prednisone request. I don't know if that's a battle that is at all winnable.
I'm tired. I need to try sleep and fluids. My veins go bonkers if I'm dehydrated, and too, I've felt sort of stuffy since the ER trip... no surprise there though. The place is downright dangerous when it comes to germs. With my luck, Neurodude will try blaming my eye problems on some sort of cold because my blood or piss will show some sign of one infection or another, thanks to the ER germ attack. I guess it's all good. It'll stay blind until he gives me the benefit of the doubt. He just seemed a little too focused on whether or not I had any symptoms of infection. You know, that could cause old lesions to be aggravated. Right. My bad. It's just a cold! Silly me!
7:11 PM - 7:11 PM
~using up my cell minutes
Well, apparently the great and powerful Oz (aka the MS Specialist) agreed with me that more of the spine needed to be looked at, aside from my neck. So... the MRI scheduling people called me and informed me that, so sorry, we can't do all 3 in one day... you'll have to come in about a week later to have the third one.
So... brain and c-spine on the 7th, and t-spine on the 13th. I suppose that they're skipping over the L-spine, which is fine by me. At this point, the only thing I want them to do in that area is to kiss my ass.
Am I having fun yet?
7:21 PM - 2/2/06
Evening
7:21 PM
So, they called me and told me that after Neurodude scheduled me for the 2, Rkd called and added on the t-spine. The 13th is the absolute best they could do. If I want all 3 together, it's even worse... something like the 20th.
They're supposed to call me to pre-register. Hopefully I can find out about getting copies then. The woman who called today was from the central booking place, and when she tried to transfer me over to the actual center, they weren't available.
I'm sorry that I couldn't check with you before saying ok to the appointment. :( If it's a problem, I'll try to get it changed. Just let me know.
...and thank you for all of this. I have no clue what I'd do without you.
11:20 PM
Fucking phone went off during the last 3 minutes of ER. Jk was texting me.
That's all it takes though... missed the end. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!
If you talk to anyone, can you see if they can tell you how it ended? The last I saw was Abby talking about a $10 bet with the (ex) Professor.
I'm REALLY miffed about this.
grrrrrr
Phone just rang. I'm stupid. I took the call.
Wednesday, February 1, 2006
February 1, 2006
8:28 AM - 2/1/06
grrr
People infuriate me. It's not that they always try to, but invariably, they do. I'm not sure if it's the idiocy or the desperation that annoys me more.
I include myself in the above complaint.
12:43 PM - 2/1/06
~Piss on Piss off
I'm really at a loss here. I have no clue what to say to Neurodude, even if I can manage to get in touch with him tomorrow.
The reality is that I'm not doing well at all... that, so far, Solu-Medrol hasn't done me any good... that there's nothing else they can do, aside from trying some pretty severe Chemo and humouring me with MRIs... and that's scaring the piss out of me.
The first treatment, in late November/early December of 2004, consisted of 3 days IV Solu-Medrol, followed by 11 days oral Prednisone. The treatment was done outpatient. The result was that the vision in my right eye returned, albeit with residual damage... could've been the Solu-Medrol, could've been the Prednisone, could've just been time. The "flare" did not stop. I had new and/or worsening of symptoms almost daily.
The second treatment was in the hospital, in March of 2005. My MRI was still lit up with new lesions. After 5 days IV Solu-Medrol, the result was nil. The "flare" did not stop. I had new and/or worsening of symptoms almost daily.
The next MRI, done in the end of July, was still lit up with new lesions. I did another course of Solu-Medrol in October, outpatient, at the request of the docs. The result was, again, nil... but there didn't appear to be any new lesions on the MRI when December rolled around. Then, they only looked at my brain, not my spine, and the images were of a crappy quality, so, who knows. All I know is that I continue d to have new and/or worsening symptoms, almost daily.
...and here we are in February of 2006. I've been diagnosed with "Progressive Relapsing" MS. That's to say, that all it does is get worse... and even when it dies down a bit, it stays bad. There's no real "getting better". There's just a plateau point with this, that, or the other thing, while other things worsen. The eye gets a little better, but then slides back downhill while I stop dripping urine all over myself. Then, the eyes gets a little better... just in time to see that my boxers are piss stained. While all that is going on my legs take turns with whatever pains are bored with themselves. Legs collapse, legs are ok but someone invisible whacks my shin with an invisible lead pipe, lead pipe stops, legs collapse, legs are ok but there are invisible moths landing on my scalp, moths fly away, oops! there goes the eye again, shoot, someone just connected my right hand to an electrical outlet...
...and they want to do ANOTHER course of Solu-Medrol? Why?!? So I can drip pee, have my tongue swell up, and end up back in the wheelchair? What's the point?!?!?!?!
My head hurts.
9:03 PM - 2/1/06
(addendum)
(Added into the "past time" ~blog entry)
2/1/06 note: I'm VERY sorry about the current state of my archives. I'm hoping that ~blog will eventually get things sorted out.
grrr
People infuriate me. It's not that they always try to, but invariably, they do. I'm not sure if it's the idiocy or the desperation that annoys me more.
I include myself in the above complaint.
12:43 PM - 2/1/06
~Piss on Piss off
I'm really at a loss here. I have no clue what to say to Neurodude, even if I can manage to get in touch with him tomorrow.
The reality is that I'm not doing well at all... that, so far, Solu-Medrol hasn't done me any good... that there's nothing else they can do, aside from trying some pretty severe Chemo and humouring me with MRIs... and that's scaring the piss out of me.
The first treatment, in late November/early December of 2004, consisted of 3 days IV Solu-Medrol, followed by 11 days oral Prednisone. The treatment was done outpatient. The result was that the vision in my right eye returned, albeit with residual damage... could've been the Solu-Medrol, could've been the Prednisone, could've just been time. The "flare" did not stop. I had new and/or worsening of symptoms almost daily.
The second treatment was in the hospital, in March of 2005. My MRI was still lit up with new lesions. After 5 days IV Solu-Medrol, the result was nil. The "flare" did not stop. I had new and/or worsening of symptoms almost daily.
The next MRI, done in the end of July, was still lit up with new lesions. I did another course of Solu-Medrol in October, outpatient, at the request of the docs. The result was, again, nil... but there didn't appear to be any new lesions on the MRI when December rolled around. Then, they only looked at my brain, not my spine, and the images were of a crappy quality, so, who knows. All I know is that I continue d to have new and/or worsening symptoms, almost daily.
...and here we are in February of 2006. I've been diagnosed with "Progressive Relapsing" MS. That's to say, that all it does is get worse... and even when it dies down a bit, it stays bad. There's no real "getting better". There's just a plateau point with this, that, or the other thing, while other things worsen. The eye gets a little better, but then slides back downhill while I stop dripping urine all over myself. Then, the eyes gets a little better... just in time to see that my boxers are piss stained. While all that is going on my legs take turns with whatever pains are bored with themselves. Legs collapse, legs are ok but someone invisible whacks my shin with an invisible lead pipe, lead pipe stops, legs collapse, legs are ok but there are invisible moths landing on my scalp, moths fly away, oops! there goes the eye again, shoot, someone just connected my right hand to an electrical outlet...
...and they want to do ANOTHER course of Solu-Medrol? Why?!? So I can drip pee, have my tongue swell up, and end up back in the wheelchair? What's the point?!?!?!?!
My head hurts.
9:03 PM - 2/1/06
(addendum)
(Added into the "past time" ~blog entry)
2/1/06 note: I'm VERY sorry about the current state of my archives. I'm hoping that ~blog will eventually get things sorted out.
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