If this pace continues, I’ll end up spending 1/2 my time answering emails about my presentations, enhancements to the catalog & other tech.

I have returned to work today. The drive in was FAR from comfortable though…

I should be going to bed, I have work tomorrow. Thing is I spend the whole day basically in bed. I’ve cut back the pain meds though.

I’m going stir crazy…

RT: @eaton: Potential cure for Colony Collapse. his is huge, AWESOME news. http://is.gd/sqas

Ughhh, I am SO TIRED of dayime TV. 80 some channels, and there’s nothing interesting on.

I’m out of the hospital. It didn’t kill me. My mother and I are of course at each others throats, but what else is new.

I’m leaving shortly for the hospital to have the kidney stone removed. I’m quite nervous about this.

Today, just because I was feeling mischievous, I set the “Ready” message on 2 of our printers to some non standard values.
“Out of Cheese”
and
“I Can Haz Print Job?”

*whistles innocently** I have absolutely no idea why the printers have funny messages on them. Nope, No idea at all…

Time for my performance evalutation

Just a testament to how incredible a man Randy was.

Back from the wake a little while ago, took 2 hours to get through the line from the door to the family, it was still that long when we left

Thursday at 8:30 am I go in for an outpatient procedure to do something about my irritating tenant “Steve” the kidney stone.
(It’s a reference to the movie Over the Hedge…
Penny: I’d feel better if I just knew what it was called.
Hammy: Let’s call it Steve!
Verne: Steve?
Hammy: It’s a nice name.
)
Currently Steve has moved out of my kidney and has started his way out of me on his own. The problem is, that now that Steve has moved he turned on his side, and it turns out Steve is much bigger than he previously appeared, and Steve is not smooth, but pointy… Steve’s newly presented size has lowered the chance of him leaving on his own from 80% to about 30%…
So, Thursday morning I’ll get knocked out, and depending on where Steve is there are two different procedures they may do. One involves attempting to shatter Steve into bits using sound. The other essentially involves a lasso…

Sigh…

So, that’s where things are…
Thanks to all who have offered to assist. I’m doing ok, my mother will take me over, and bring me back.

I go into the hosptal 8:30 thursday morning… Wish me luck. This particular hospital scares me to death… (lets hope not literaly)

Drew Cary just seems so mellow and calm on the Price is Right. Bob Barker always seemed so excited.

I lay here trying to avoid thinking about the deaths in my life. Trying to sleep, trying to find some solace in the night and yet there is none. The truth of the matter is that people I love and cared about are gone. Never again will we share a joke or laugh at a story told in casual conversation. I think that is the hardest part of all, knowing I will never hear their laughter or kind words when I need it most. No more does the phone ring out of the blue to be answerd and hear their voices on the other end. No more will I get to listen to their stories, their wisdom, and even their fears. It just isn’t fair.
What about their families? Why do they have to suffer so much pain? I know as much as I hurt from this their pain has to be indescribable. My heart aches for their loss, and I would give anything to ease their pain, to somehow undo the events and yet I cannot.

Sigh…

It’s bed time… I’m going to try to get some sleep… I don’t know how well thats going to work though.

It’s been three years since Dave’s accident. With the news from yesterday today has not been a great day. I’ve been trying to hide from dealing with either loss. I know it’s probably not the best choice, but there’s just a LOT to cope with. The emotional issues are hard enough as is, but then toss in this stupid ass kidney stone, and I’m just completely overwhelmed.
I’ve spent most of the day creating a guide for adding one of the features I demoed in my presentation at the conference into a libraries catalog. It’s helped, me focus on something else.

Goodbye Randy, I will miss you my friend. I wish I could say something more eloquent, you deserve it. Thank you for everything you ever did for me. You will not be forgotten.