Saturday, January 23, 2010

Computer Woes Concluded

I have my computer back AND I did not lose any of my writing.

Now I just need to spend time getting everything back onto my computer.  And clean out my email accounts.  And delete two email accounts and my facebook account.  And try to catch up with everything I missed while I was too sick to deal with using a slow computer in the interim of waiting for mine to be repaired.

Tired.  Very.  I'm going to nap now.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

How To Get a Black Eye In One Single Leap

Believe it or not, I began this morning by being clocked on my ass and getting a black eye.

Okay. That isn’t really how it started. It started with my turning off my alarm and turning on the bedside lamp and reading a chapter in one book and then another chapter in another. Then I got up to take the dogs out. First, I emptied the tea kettle water into the dogs’ bowl before refilling it and starting it on its merry way. Second, I followed the dogs to the back door. I took the electric collar and put it on Romanov. Or tried to do so anyway. Snowdoll, in her puppy exuberance (a quality that Siberian huskies retain long after they are officially no longer puppies), jumped up.

Do you know how hard a dog’s head is when it is projected against a human eyebrow? Hard enough to cause you to see blinding white light and to fall on your ass. At least it was hard enough to do that to me.

Rob, who typically sleeps through anything, woke up because of my cries and found me curled up, my back against the door, head in my hands, elbows on my knees, my glasses somewhere on the floor. He said later that his first thought was I was having a vertigo attack.

Nope. Just an exuberant puppy attack, apparently.

So now I have a knot on my brow and eyelid so large that the skin broke and I was bleeding. I put ice on it, naturally, and am now going to take something for the pain because it is already throbbing my head into wanting nothing more than to go back to bed. I can literally see the swelling out of my eye which is partially closed as a result.

Given that the swelling in my jaw is on the same side and Rob is right handed, I swear that anyone who doesn’t know better would assume the worst. In the meantime, I’ve been making jokes at my own expense although I know it is going to be a long day as a result of this incident.

I’m happy to say that my glasses survived, although they were momentarily misshapen and needed Rob’s attention to make them all better.

Now if only he could do the same for the left side of my face . . .

Monday, January 18, 2010

Coincidence or Something Else? by Julie Ann Davey and Julie Ann Davey

Coincidence or Something Else? by Julie Ann Davey, RN and Julie Ann Davey, MA begins with the story of how the two authors met as the result of a peculiar set of circumstances that doesn’t end with the coincidental similarities in their names. Gathering together other stories of people’s experiences, this anthology of personal stories is designed to be inspirational including stories about relationship, animals, caregiving, cancer survival, and more.

As with most collections like this, some of the stories are more inspired than others and because the authors allowed each person to write their own story some are frankly better written than others. The ultimate question is whether or not the stories serve as evidence of coincidence or are merely a random series of events that the individual infuses with more meaning than is actually there. The debate about whether there is such a thing as coincidence will not be resolved within the pages of this text—that is not its intention. Rather, inspired by their own surprising story, the two Daveys gathered a collection of stories with the intention of possibly gathering more into future books (as suggested by the fact that this book is “Book 1” as anyone can see from the cover).

At the end of the book there is an invitation from the authors for the reader to share more stories at the website:

For those who have read Julie Ann Davey’s (MA not RN) book Writing for Wellness, this book is not as fulfilling. I think that is because this book is not a product of heart unlike her other book. I haven’t read Julie Ann Davey’s (RN not MA) books which are written for children; not that reading a “children’s book” has ever stopped me. But if you have been touched by a coincidence in your experience I would suggest you give this book a peek, perhaps submit your story, and maybe you’ll find yourself in Book 2. In the meantime, I am going to see if coincidence will knock on my door because I honestly can’t think of a thing, coincidental let alone something/anything else.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Not Mumps . . . Something More

I alluded in a past post to the fact that I might have mumps. I have a rather enormous swelling below the jawline running down my neck and across my chin. I have no swelling on the other side where, in the past, I had some surgery back in 2000. (As I continue to work through my early blogging posts, we’ll get to that experience soon enough.)

In any event, I saw a doctor on Tuesday and she gave me some antibiotics, confident that this would make the swelling go away while also saying that if “this doesn’t work we’ll have to call an oral surgeon.”

Today is Sunday and Rob looked this morning. As much as he wanted to see a difference, even he can’t see one. “If it is smaller, it is hardly discernable.”

It is possible that the medicine will suddenly kick in and I won’t need to see an oral surgeon. Possible but at this juncture unlikely. I have been subsisting on protein shakes and soups with few lumps in them. And while most people manage to lose weight on a purely liquid diet, I have managed to gain weight the past couple of weeks.

That hardly seems fair. If one must stop chewing because moving one’s jaw hurts, the least one could manage to do is drop a few pounds.

Here is a list of things that hurt because of this swelling in my jaw/neck:

Smiling (grinning is okay, however)
Washing my face (highly sensitive to touch, this swelling is)
Brushing my teeth (but only if I try to open my mouth wide)
Lifting my chin
Turning my head (left or right doesn’t matter)
Looking down
Because damn near everything results in some stabbing, shooting pain tearing through my neck and jaw, I tend to do nothing. I miss my morning yoga practice irrationally so. Possibly even more than I miss chewing real food.

I haven’t had hiccups . . . thank goodness! I don’t think I could stand it!