Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Guess What???

My dad was released from the hospital last night! Yayyyyy!!! I
am SO happy! He is in a lot of pain though. I got my first good
night's sleep last night and slept til about 9:30am today then went
into what turned out to be a very long day at work. I am so be-
hind! Then I went to visit my dad at his house and I hate that he
is hurting so much but he does look good.

By the way, of all four of us who were in the room a lot, guess
who left the hospital with a staph infection? Yep! That would
be the immune compromised ME. Now, I am SUPER HAPPY
that my dad didn't get a staph infection, nor anyone else actually.
But why do I always have to pick up every damn germ floating

And UNFORTUNATELY, it's on my FACE. Very unattractive
but the doctor said we were lucky to catch it this early and I'm
on Cipro since this morning. Lovely. This is the second staph
infection I've had and I knew immediately that's what it was.
Lovely. Just lovely. LOL

I had a blood count taken today to see how well my procrit is
working and I'll get the results of that tomorrow, but I have a
feeling its going to come out well because I am starting to feel
better and I have more color and all of that good stuff. Plus, my
migraines seem to be under control lately.

So now if the chicken market would just turn around and people
could quit hitting my damn car then life would truly start look-
pretty damn good. LOL

Monday, November 28, 2005

For Steve

1) Steve/Utopia, your post made me cry.
2) Everything you said - I wouldn't have changed a thing
about it. What you said about me, the entire situation,
Absolutely correct.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Oddly Enough

On the way home yesterday my stepmom and I just happened
across this flock of geese so I pulled over and snapped a few
photos that I thought I would share since like, I'm holed up
here at the hospital with my puter.

huh. They don't look as clear as they do on flickr for some reason.
This is my first experience with flickr though so I may not be doing
it right. My public acct there is under sydala or sydala@hotmail.com

Don't email there though I never check it. Email me at:
msobliqueone@hotmail.com Bye for now!


My dad may get to go home. He is like defying ALL medical odds.

He's a huge Alabama fan (even though we all know they
suck) so I got him these beanies and balloon.

!!!!!!!HOOK EM HORNS!!!!!!!!

Ok, sorry, I just had to say that. Anyway. He really DOES
want to go home, but he's a little less that excited about the
fact that they are about to take him off of his oxygen, oops,
I meant the morphine pain pump.

Hey, its not going to be any picnic for those of us spending
the night in the room with him EITHER, although... when
he was all hopped up on narcotics I made him promise that
I could cut into the regularly scheduled fishing programming
to watch Desperate Housewives. N0w that is a cool dad!

I told him he could perv on Nicollette Sheridan and Gabrielle
Solis. Here we go, an embarassing photo for posterity:

Now doesn't he just look so happy?
I love you Daddy!

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Ok, So Really

I just took a break to bring my stepmother home in a blissfully
harmonious car ride home so that she could get her vehicle and
bring it back to the hospital and so that I could go to my doc's
and get a prescription for Dylan. Because you know, my step-
mother and I just have NOT had nearly enough face time of
late. I mean, Mon Dieu! What if we forgot how each other
looked or something? Ya know?

So anyway, I drop her off and I (finally) get through to my Doc.
Who is rather umm... three sheets to the wind. He decides we
should take his car to his office to write the scrip. In all actuali-
ty you can write a scrip on ANYTHING, a paper bag even. But
with a controlled substance, and on a Saturday, it just LOOKS
better on a regular scrip pad. Ya know?

I was parked kind of off to the side behind him and I DID SAY
to him, "Please don't hit my car when you pull out." I said this
about ten seconds before I heard the SMASH. I'm having a
lovely fucking couple of days let me tell ya. At least my dad is
doing well.

The Three Proofs


There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:
1. He called everyone brother .
2. He liked Gospel.
3. He couldn't get a fair trial.

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus
was Jewish:
1. He went into His Father's business.
2. He lived at home until he was 33.
3. He was sure his Mother was a virgin and his Mother was sure
He was God.

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus
was Italian:
1. He talked with His hands.
2. He had wine with His meals.
3. He used olive oil.

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesuswas
a Californian:
1. He never cut His hair.
2. He walked around barefoot all the time.
3. He started a new religion.

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that
Jesus was an American Indian:
1. He was at peace with nature.
2. He ate a lot of fish.
3. He talked about the Great Spirit.

But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus
was Irish:
1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.

But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that
Jesus was a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there
was no food.
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men
who just didn't get it.

3. And even when He was dead, He had to
get up because there was work to do.


Now Back to Our Regularly

Scheduled Programming

They took my dad's pain pump off constant last night. You know,
where he has to squeeze it HIMSELF now? So needless to say, he
DID NOT sleep as well. Needless to say, nor did I.

At 3am -ok, please remember he's on morphine- he turned on the
tv and started watching a Kenny Rogers infommercial. I kid you
fucking n0t. For REAL. I went over and pushed his morphine for
him, totally, I'll admit, selfishly. You know, hoping to God he'd fall
asleep. Then I tried to turn old Kenny off, or even, down. No dice.
I got yelled at for my efforts. Since then we've been watching a
never ending series of westerns.

I'm just not sure I personally have enough drugs to get through this

Friday, November 25, 2005

So My Dad

Got moved out of ICU Wednesday night and my stepmother and I
have been staying here together with him since then. Ahhh, family
unity and joy at its finest. I've been staying downstairs ever since
the surgery even at night while she went home an hour away so
the doctor came to talk to me when they moved my dad and I had
no idea he hadn't come to talk to her. She was FUCKING LIVID.

Plus, he didn't come back til the next day. She accused me of it be-
ing my fault they were moving him to a regular room. I said, umm
I think a regular room is supposed to be a good thing (bitch) ok, that
part was under my breath. She said, if only one of us can stay I'M
STAYING WITH HIM. I said, oh, so NOW you want to stay. I
said, probably both of us can stay. And we can. So joy of joys, the
three of us are together in a room. My stepmom, my dad and me.

She gets yelled at a lot. Which is good. My dad is doing better
when he starts yelling. I don't get yelled at much because I just
Don't GET YELLED AT MUCH. And even sick, my dad knows
better than that. I finally got them to put him on a pain pump
yesterday and he's doing really great. He may get to go home
early next week.

He did, get this, pull out his nasal gastric tube in the middle of the
night because he SAYS he had a dream he was at a bbq. I said,
and what, everyone was dancing around pulling out their ng tubes?
I don't think the doctor bought the story either. It's earned him a
few more days with no food.

"Or it gets the tube again."

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Ok, So...

My dad made it through a surgery that was over five hours long. That's a long fucking time to wait when you're the one who isn't asleep by the way. Oh wait. I did sleep. I took more xanax yesterday than they keep in the entire psychiatric wing of some major medical facilities. Every once in a while someone would disturb my sleep to let me know that surgery was still progressing and that my father was still alive.

To which I would reply that if he had succumbed, surgery would probably cease to progress. Most doctors aren't big into wasting their time like that. Which would earn me more than a few dirty looks. To which I would REPLY... Why don't you guys just wake me up: A. If there is a problem or B. When they come out and tell us surgery is over? I don't want to know that surgery is progressing. I expect it to fucking progress. Unless, you know, something bad happens. Can't you see that I am trying to deal with my stress by overmedicating and avoidance?

So we didn't see my dad from early yesterday until 4:30pm. He'll be in ICU at least three days. And I miss him. I get to see him thirty minutes, four times per day. My stepmother made sure that I couldn't spend the night in the ICU by asking the nurse about it in advance instead of letting me talk to her about it because basically, she didn't want me to stay there with my dad. While I was asleep she also managed to chat up EVERY OTHER person in the waiting room and tell them the entire medical history of my dad, my grandmother, me, her and God knows who else. She makes me insane. Especially during times of stress. If I could slap a big shot of valium in her ass without getting arrested I would. But then she would probably just talk more. To more people. Yes I KNOW. I write a blog. And tell people almost everything. But somehow its different than when you can't catch a moment's silence from someone sitting right the fuck next to you.

Ever notice how nasty and pissy I get when I'm nervous? Guess that's MY way of coping.


Sunday, November 20, 2005

The So Cool Thing

About having a teenager who can drive is that you can send him
out for food. All the time. He's bringing home dinner right now.
This makes twice today. LOVE IT.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Other guys

In Hollywood who I like who may seem a little weird to some but
probably not AS weird as some guys I may have mentioned pre-

Willem Defoe
Joe Mantegna

And there you have it

Well Let's See

Ok. Here it is. All of the Shit. That is my life. Lately. And some
of the not so shitty stuff. Pay attention. Some of the shitty stuff
is stuff I've done. YEP. Ooo-k. Here we go.

My dad IS going to have to have the bad surgery where they have
to open him up to do the surgery. They are doing it Monday. If
he survives the surgery he will be in the hospital in ICU for a while
and then in the hospital for at least two weeks.

I slept with a MARRIED 28 year old vendor. Very gorgeous and
he did take his ring off so that I wouldn't know he was married.

I was drunk and there was a storm and his room was closer than
my car and he suggested I stay for a while until the storm, you
know, ended. I have actually successfully negotiated this maneu-
ver in the past. But this guy was a cuddler. Oh fuck that. This guy
was horny. And very good with his hands. And an excellent lay.

Beautiful green eyes by the way. And did I mention that although
he took his ring off, I am wise to that particular maneuver so I did
ask sometime during dinner, so hey, how long have you been mar-
ried? And he sheepishly replied, "Six years." So yes, I KNEW. So
I'm sure if my dad doesn't die due to poor health and difficulty of
surgery he will now succumb because God is punishing me for phil-
andering. Or for leading the married guy into philandering. Or for,
you know, LETTING him philander. Which I'm sure he NEVER in-
tended to do. That's why he took the ring off. But I digress. I
mean, rationalize.

And of course, the married vendor will get off scott free because he
has probably done this a million times before and I am solely respon-
sible for the sins of the world. Or so I was told last time I posed in a
thong on my blog. So apparently I really AM a slut and a whore. Well
ok then.

I had a date with the phlebotomist from my doctor's office (who is
also a volunteer fireman and so totally not my speed) and I did NOT
sleep with him as I was not remotely attracted to the guy but now I
see the guy every time I go to my Doc's office and he asks me out
again and I don't know a nice way to tell him hey, its just not going to
work out. Umm, guys? Anyone want to respond to this one?

I went to Dallas to see a customer. Still trying to sell her a product
that I can't seem to get any of the plants to make the way I know
she wants it. Very frustrating. It could be so great if I could find
someone to make it.

Ok but back to what I'm avoiding. MONDAY. My dad. I'm at utter-
ly and completely terrified that he isn't going to make it. So I go talk
to my doctor. He says, "Syd, given the complications your dad has,
it really doesn't look like a very good prognosis." So anyway. We'll
spend as much time as we can with him this weekend and hope for
the best.

Oh yeah, and you guys are going to get tired of me saying this, but
all of you smokers? It really will kill you. Young sometimes. My
dad is only 61. His arteries and lungs are shot. If you don't ever
plan to have kids, then whatever. But if you love your kids, you
might want to try to stick around for them.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

So Get This

My boss keeps telling me that I need to read Machiavelli. Specifi-
cally, The Prince - which is basically a how-to manual on how to
govern (in a very diabolical and twisted way) written by Machia-
velli in the 1500's and probably based on one of the Borgias (an
infamous and corrupt ruling family in that same time period).
(Hey, we're in sales - what can you expect)

Due to this treatment written by Machiavelli, as many of you al-
ready know, I'm sure, when someone is very devious and goes
about getting what they want in a very deviant and underhanded
but successful way, they are frequently called Machiavellian. So
anyway, this has long been a request and topic of conversation as
apparently some of the administration really admire the tactics in
The Prince. I've always pretended like I don't know what they're
talking about, but hello? I was a writing minor and a psych major

Funnily enough, I HAVE read The Prince. In college no less. I final-
ly emailed my boss and said, umm... by the way, Machiavelli never
believed what he wrote in The Prince. In fact, Machiavelli was never
Machiavellian. He wrote The Prince in an attempt (which backfired)
to flatter the Medicis and get them to put him back into political of-
fice. They were not amused to be seen as so cruel and the entire
plan backfired on him. He never did regain political office. His real
works can be seen in in Discourses on Livy. I also reminded him that
the Borgias, upon at least one of whom The Prince was thought to
have been modeled, never DID come to a very good end...

Anyway, both of these two are interesting reading if you are at all
interested in this sort of thing. And... There you have it.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Palm Springs

Dylan and I did have a lot of fun in Palm Springs. We didn't get to
stay at the Villa Royale this time though due to our company grow-
ing so much over the past year. This year we stayed at a place
called the Parker. Over the past few months, the Parker has been
completely remade with an Eames era style motif in mind. It's kind
of cool if you like that sort of thing. Kind of grows on you I guess.
Its not really my thing but it was kind of cool for a once in while
visit. Pretty much, I'd thought that the retro thing had already
been kind of done to death but this is an ultra trendy hotel so ap-
parently I'm just, you know, WRONG. Definitely NOT the first or
the last time for THAT.

Oh, and Matthew Perry was there. I think someone in our
group managed to get a picture of him bending over. So basically,
a photo of his ass. I personally try not to fall all over celebrities.
Its this weird pride thing I have where I refuse to to acknowledge
them as more important than other people. Plus, I think they de-
serve to have a private life sometimes too. But anyway.

In any case, the Parker remains a very luxurious hotel with EX-
CELLENT food ( my #1 concern anyway - the FOOD). The
daughter of one of our company's principal's died unexpectedly
shortly prior to the trip, which put kind of a damper on part of the
weekend. And I'm still a little low energy (although I did put in a
good night of drinking last Friday night since Dylan went to bed
early), anyway, Dylan was kind enough to take most of these pho-
tos so that we could share them. If it doesn't bore you too much,
you can check out our vacation photos below:

And last but not least, me, VERY VERY intoxicated.
And no, Dylan didn't take this one, he was already asleep.

Thanks Everyone

For all of the well wishes about my dad. He's spent the weekend
doing tests, and we should know something about how they are
going to proceed on Tuesday when he goes back to the vascular
surgeon. I appreciate all of your kind thoughts very much! :)

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Goings On

So... My dad has been in the hospital and is going to need some type
of surgery for an aneurism of the aorta (just above his kidneys)
sometime within the next week or so. We're waiting on testing to
see whether it will be fixed with a stint or whether he'll have to
have a full blown surgery.

He has a lot of medical problems, mostly related to smoking, that
cause him to be a lot more medically fragile than most so its going
to be rough going. Kind of puts all of the broken toilet issues in per-

So anyway, Dylan and I are back from Palm Springs and I'll post
some photos from there soon as well. I've just been busy as hell
between my dad and work since I got back from California. That's
about all the new schtuff.