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December 25, 2005
Merry Christmas!
Even Santa gets a little nausea from XMas and commercialism.
Posted by cystdog at 10:04 AM
December 20, 2005
New Year trying to break through
Took this and other photos on the way down Florin from the Sac County Registrar of Voters. I was headed east, and the inside of the cab of my truck filled with orange light as the sun broke through the clouds. I had to stop and take some pics of this. Stopped at Excelsior Rd. @ Florin. Also tried a few B & W shots. It struck me that it looked like what I'd imagined future time would look like colliding with and ripping through into our time.
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December 16, 2005
I believe in the Croetto Ghetto!
I took this on Thursday on the way home. Since my 08/2005 photo, the couches have been replaced with an abandoned truck shell, and trash is strewn all over the place. If the owner is amenable to paying my gas and dump fees, I'l clean it up for him.
What really cracks me up seeing this, is that the city council swaggered and postured with Raleys intitially over their participation in the Mills Shopping Center Remodel.
They (a council member and staff) threatened, or intimated, that they would hinder the smooth processing of Raley's construction of the Anatoilia store should they "become difficult" over the Mills remodel. This made it's way into the newspaper. Amazing!
These bozoos can't even manage to keep a dumpy, closed bar's parking lot clean and they are boasting about muscling the most committed retailer/grocer in Rancho Cordova history.
Completely moronic. They did an about face in the Grapevine as soon as was humanly possible to print and distribute their "re-statement" or clarification.
Although it would suck for the shopping center and the neighborhoods adjoining Folsom Blvd, it would serve the city council right to be the first elected offcials in Rancho history to run off a committed business parner who'd stuck by Rancho through thick and thin, in what has to be one of the most dangerous and theft prone locations in Rancho Cordova to open a store near.
I guess the council can go back to sending "mean letters" with frowning face stickers to the owners of the Stagger. It seems to get them off or something.
Posted by cystdog at 11:29 PM
December 06, 2005
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Resistance is futile!
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Posted by cystdog at 02:52 PM
December 05, 2005
Sick as a dog and cat, and mouse and hippo
Man, I drew the karmactic motherlode this weekend. I must of angered the gods on some other planet, and their tv transmissions of venom about me are just now reaching this place. It hit me like a neutron bomb. I woke up Saturday Morning with the trademark sore neck, sinus pressure, inner ear pain, and then within minutes of awaking....the nausea began, which foretold for me, a day of vomiting. And it was, a day of relentless purging. I tried emetrol, and that came up. I took some Sudafed sinus headache pills, and that returned to sender.
Tried my usual 1/4 slice of banana and warm diet coke, no good. All the while my head was being scraped out clean from the inside by a small Equatorial Guinea shaman with a Gurkha knife. And so it went;purge;nap.....purge....nap. Drink water, then orally remediate the water 20 minutes later. Constantly massaging my head like a bowling ball, with tears involuntarily running out of my eyes.
About 4pm I had nothing left, and I seriously worried that I would "hit the green" as they say, something I'd done earlier this year in an identical attack. I tried some hot chicken broth, and more warm diet soda. We're talking micro servings here, little spoonfuls and sips. An hour passed, and no "urge to purge" had hit me, this was a good sign. As usual, simultaneously, the headache/sinus pressure was subsiding, ever so slightly, but I was no longer tearing from the pain and I could see clearly, form sentences.
Within two hours, I felt as though someone "replaced the fuse" and things were firing right again. I felt really exhausted, but good, as though I'd had an Iron Mask with spikes embedded in my skull, removed. Then the adrenaline kicked in, and I was feeling good. Very weird, but it always happens this way. I decided to upgrade my meal plan from fluids to something more substantial, as I was now feeling really hungry. It was 9:30pm Saturday night, and I'd last eaten (and retained my food) about 24 hrs before.
Chicken noodle soup with vegetables, chunks of chicken and some Jewish rye bread. I was feeling no pain, and went off into slumberland, awaking the next day, relatively ok. That didn't last. Somehow, after a mid morning nap, I awoke with the ear pain again, and it never left. The headache and neck pain, nausea weren't in action, but the ear pain was as uniquely unpleasant as any of the other symptoms. I toughed it out, and considered calling an advice nurse, but I can't stand calling someone who tells you you're ok when you're not. If I'd lied and said I was 56, I might have gotten taken seriously, but alas, I'm much younger than that, and get the allergy pack brush off usually.
In any case, I crashed, deciding I would "play it by ear", hoping it would subside, or at least be manageable the next day so I could function at work. Nope, not this time. I couldn't stay asleep from more than an hour at a time, then I would wake up from ear discomfort, or from what I'll swear was the sound of slurpee machine running outside our bedroom window. By now, around 3 am, my head is feeling kinda full, and my neck is kicking in. I'm screwed. I had to call in sick today, and my boss seemed pretty cool about it. It's no secret I get quarterly headaches.
What this "condition" always clarifies for me is that I, or my species, is weak, and very vulnerable to very subtle environmental operating condition changes. This thing brings me down like nothing else, except a shovel perhaps can. I've done the ear nose and throat two step at Kaiser, and I really dislike "experimenting" with medicine, especially dealing DAILY with weird, Isle of Dr. Moreau side effects. If this only hits me 4-5 times a year, I figure that I'll just deal with it. Maybe by the time I reach 40, my HMO will decide they can elevate me from the "lets blow him off and help the over-the-counter drug sales" to the "lets-scan-this-moron's-melon-and-justify-the-shareholders -investment-in-this-hunkojunk-catscanner".
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