Thursday, May 31, 2007

Weather

Cause you want to know...

Mornings are cool, windows stay open and walks to the bakery around the corner are pleasant-to-chilly. Noon is still nice, but the sun's a bit too bright and the outside world is blinding. Two o'clock, the heat begins, close the windows, close the curtains, keep the cool air inside. 4 to 6, stay inside, there's nothing out there that's worth it, for god's sake, don't get in the car, it's a kiln. 7, sit outside because the breeze is cool and the mountain is starting to glow, the air in the house is now stuffy, but the patio's lovely and a beer is perfect. 9 o'clock, it's too chilly to enjoy the night, back inside, windows are open now. Sleep goes in the following order: no sheets and keep the dog on the floor, pull the sheets over yourself, than the comforter, let the dog back up, morning.





HP Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe are having an argument! OH NO!

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Memorial Day

In celebration of Memorial Day, I'm going to post song lyrics. They're from the best example of the admittedly limited genre of Memorial Day songs, Memorial Day by James McMurtry:


Daddy’s in the big chair sippin’ on a cold beer
Grandma’s cuttin’ a switch
She overheard Mary cussin’ her brother
Called him a son of a bitch
She got a good green limb off a sweet gum sapling
Man that’s bound to sting

But Mary don’t cry just stands there and takes it
Doesn’t seem to feel a thing
No Mary don’t cry, you know she’s a big girl
Wonder what made her so mad
She takes those licks looking in through the den door
Staring right straight at her dad

It's Memorial Day in America
This is how it’s supposed to be
Let’s remember our fallen heroes
In the land of the free


I can't think of another song that so succinctly sums up the horror of an extended-family get-together.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Better! And new comic

Thank god for antibiotics. I'm back on my feet and able to eat solid foods! And, er... manipulate digital images. Sort of.

New comic here: http://younghpandeap.blogspot.com

I owe you at least one, so I'll try to have the next installation up on Wednesday as per normal.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Hello, Hydrocodone

So, Monday night was the fever's time of glory: 103.5, just .5 shy of ER territory. Cool washcloths were draped and brief visions were had, Office Space was more entertaining than it has any right to be, and the night passed. The strep test came back negative, and Tuesday went by, feverish still, but declining to evaporation in the evening.

And here my troubles began. Graphic description of mouth trauma to follow.

I have a wisdom tooth that's been poking out for years, hardly any trouble, just a slightly more difficult terrain for the toothbrush, but yesterday afternoon the virus teamed up with some opportunistic bacteria and began an assault using the tooth as Omaha Beach. Tissues began to swell and other more repulsive effects that I will not mention. Last night I had to keep my teeth clamped tight to stop the gum tissue from swelling between my upper and lower jaws and preventing me from closing my mouth without pain and blood. One of the worst nights, pain wise, I've had, because ibuprofen was no longer cut out for the job it had. So, natch, the doctor again today.

He was very excited to look in mouth, and called in other doctors to witness the grotesquerie therein. Then sent me off to the ENT clinic, where I finally got some antibiotics and sweet, sweet hydrocodone. Which is even now sending me into a soft revery of analgesia. And the clumsy typing that goes along with it.

Night night, all.

Monday, May 14, 2007

101.9!!!

The weekend's record.

Infectious

Temp hovering at 100.8-.9, flirting with 101. Went to the doctor this morning. Taught me to stare at a light to avoid gagging when he shoves a swab down the throat. Test is fecundifying in some glass jar, turning pink or red or black or whatever. Seems likely that it's The Strep.

So, huddled inside on a couch, shivering. Courtney obtained retarded movies perfect for a fevered brain.

I'll just melt here for a day or two.


BR

B

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Swollen Lymph Node

I have one, right side below the jaw. Swollen to the point of pain. And lesions in the back of the throat. This is why I have a blog: so that The World Can Know.

Back in Albuquerque, and every morning I wake up glad. The air is cleaner, drier. The ornamental plum trees are bearing ornamental plums and the feral War Zone roses are blossoming. It got up to 85 today, the first time it's cracked 75 since we got here, but the house is thick-walled and stays cool.

So, what is it, 2 weeks now? A little bit over? Two weeks and three days.

It's been a long year, but my guard is coming down a bit now.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Newness

The link above is to the new Young HP and EAP, which I swear I posted yesterday, just didn't get around to mentioning it until today...


Well...

Friday, May 04, 2007

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

09 F9 11 02 9D 74 E3 5B D8 41 56 C5 63 56 88 C0

New comic here.

In the new house, now, piggybacking on the neighbor's wireless until we get the scratch to buy our own modem (sorry Mr. and Mrs. John Q. Nextdoor), the number of packed up boxes is vastly depleted, though still too many for a comfortable homey feeling. The deal with this place is this: it's under construction. We have stuccoers (those who perform the act of stuccoing)crawling over the roof, inspectors and electricians, and Joe.

Joe bears some mention. He's a wild haired, wild eyed New Mexico guy, meaning, of course, that he's from some other state entirely, who wears an arrow head on a string around his neck. He spends his days at odd angles in the house's crawlspace, clanking on pipes and uttering clench-toothed curses that, thanks to an accident of accoustics, sound like they're coming from inside my desk. The dogs, of course, were terrified by this at first, but have now grown bored with the whole phenomenon, and reserve their freak outs for his rare emergences from below.

The weather is beautiful, wonderfully cool in the evenings and mornings, a few afternoon storms washing away the dust... Glad to be here.

Oh, and the cryptic numerical sequence in the title? That's a number that's got everyone on the internet very worked up right now. I don't really know what it means. I just think it's pretty.