Tomorrow I am going to kick the living shit out of the sandbag at Shane’s gym. I. Am. Angry. As mentioned before, I still have not gotten over the fact that Thai surgeons could be such pricks. “Oh, I got all the cancer in her lung. She doesn’t need chemo.” and “I’m older and therefore I’m right. Don’t argue with me on this. She doesn’t need chemo.” Fuck you. Who in the fucking right mind wouldn’t follow up a cancer surgery with a chemo or radiation? And you call yourself top doctors in the goddamn kingdom? FUCK. YOU. It’s not...
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That’ll be me. The cold actually seems to get better. Zycam = magic. But the pink eye is what I’m worried about. WebMD said to stay home for the first few days. So here I am, home again. Will be washing the towels and pillowcase etc. and doing some work from home while waiting to hear from my ophthalmologist. Brandon brought up a good point about my punctal plugs in my eyes. Do they have to come out because they could possibly harbor the virus? I didn’t even think about that. Pink eye. Of all things! Who would’ve thought I’d...
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…if the law is the cold…and the law won. Here at home, achy, drippy, and…a pink eye to boot. Oh yes. The cold virus gets in your eye and what you get is an instant teary mess that is a pink eye. Nice, huh? Continuing with Zycam and Tylenol and fluid therapy. Lots of fluid. Keeping the kettle boiling my tea water. Sleep? Will do that after my comfy flannel sheet returns from the washer. Ack. ACK....
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Had a nice IM chat with my brother Onk today. I miss that boy enough to make me feel a little homesick. Oh, mom’s in the hospital again. She has shingles. Shingles, known to Thais as “Ngu Sawad”, somewhat literally translated as snake’s lashes. Probably the progression of the rash looks like the mark snakes would make crawling away. I had it when I was in kindergarten and my body still bears the scar. Mine was wrapping around my right torso, making its way toward the middle of my back. In Thai belief, if the “snake” wraps around your body,...
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Yet not enough time. I’ve found myself coming up with all of these things I want to share with you guys. The nuances of funnies. The interestingly psychotic rant on nonsensical stuff. An old poem I found scribbled on a back of a napkin from what feels like gazillion years ago in college. This. That. And other. But there is just not enough time. Or opportunity to do so. If I post 3 times a day, not to mention that I would raise much suspicion and ire from my bosses (hi Demi Boss and Lady Boss), but that feels too...
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