A draining day
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cornerofmadnessI had to get up before dawn to get to Chillicothe 50 miles away for an early morning series of MRIs. I tried to go to bed early and succeeded mostly because my sugar was nearly 400 last night (I'll assume from the stress).
Apparently my body thought I was taking a nap since I was up by 3 AM and barely slept from then til 6.
The MRIs went fine. I had 3-D MRIs on my right hip and lower back. This means for an hour I was in that tube with them magnetizing me. That whole area heated up and afterwards felt like someone pounded my bladder (which kicked into high gear for most of the day).
I was fine until about 20 minutes later when the nausea returned and rifting up so apparently my stomach was NOT okay with this but it's done. I'll hear results on Friday.
I took some stuff back to TJ Maxx (I overbought last week) and took Ancillary Justice back to the library as a DNF. I just couldn't do it. I'm not sure what everyone is. Maybe I'll try when I come back. Got the laundry done too and picked up some stuff at Krogers
Speaking of not seeing what everyone else is, I have a book that just won one of those awards. It's written by someone I'm friendly with as Jana. I can't even get past the first chapter. But I'm going to have to since a) I know the person b) they gave it to me for review. If they didn't know I had it I'd just delete it off my reader and move on. Sigh.
I came home, tried to nap a little. The body was exhausted but it couldn't manage much of a nap. I've done nothing constructive all day. I can't even find energy to edit
While I liked this NCIS better than the last several I do have one thing to say I'm not sure 'hey your brother has early onset alzheimer's counts as a 'happy ending' Bishop. Yes, his brother's alive but having dealt with so many families in that situation, I watched them deal with the guilt of wishing their family member would just pass because it's not just memory loss. They are often terrified and combative and that just somehow annoyed me but I guess we needed to explain how the handwriting was so child like. COuldn't have gone with nerve injury to the hand or something could we?
A Yinzer Night Before Chrismis
(a tradisshunle hawiday pome)
Adapted and translated into Pittsburghese by Joe Wos
Twas the night before Chrismis and all through dahtahn
not a creature was stirrin, weren’t no one arahn!
The stockings needed hung by the chimley with care,
ahnachanta Saint Nicklas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of progis raced in their heads,
and mawm in her babushka and me in my hat,
had just settled dahn for a long winner n’at;
when ahtside I heard a noise on the lawn,
I sprung from my bed to see whawas goin on.
To the baffroom window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shudders and threw up the sash.
My neckstore neighbor was aht with his cat,
I shahted at him- “quit bein nebby n’at.”
When what to my ooglin’ eyes I seen there,
but a miniature sleigh, moving my parking chair!
With a little old driver and a toy filled bag,
I knew in a moment it that he weren’t no jag.
More rapid than the Penguins his reindeer came,
and he whistled and shahted and called them by name:
Now dawny! Now Rawny! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Cawmet! On cupid! On, Dahnder and Blitzen!
To the top of the stoop, to the top of the wall,
now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
Like a football thrown by Rothelsberger flies
off into the distance and up to the skies.
So up to the ruff the reindeers they flew,
with the buggy full of toys and Saint Nicklas too!
And then, a racket, I heard on the ruff
the prancin and stompin of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning arahn,
downa chimley Saint Nicklas came with a bahn!
He was dressed in black and gold
from his head to his foot,
And his clodhoppers were tarnished
with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had brung in his sack,
he was round and jolly, like Rick Sebak!
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry,
His nose round and red, like a fresh farkleberry.
His face lit up with a bew-d-ful smahl,
And the beard of his chin waved
like a Terrible Tahl.
He smoked like a still mill with a pipe in his teeth,
And the smoke circled his head, arahn like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a jigunda belly,
That shook when he laft like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby n’at, a rill jolly old elf
And I laft when I saw him, in spite a myself.
A wink of his eye and a fluff of his beard
Soon let me to know, I need not be askirred.
He dittint say nuffin, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And beside his nose he placed his thumb,
And just lie-gat, up the chimley he clum!
He sprung to the ruuf and flew off in his sleigh,
I hollered aht to him “Don’t take the parkway!”
And I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Chrismis to yinz, and to yinz …Go Stillers!
Happy Holidays from Joe Wos
Apparently my body thought I was taking a nap since I was up by 3 AM and barely slept from then til 6.
The MRIs went fine. I had 3-D MRIs on my right hip and lower back. This means for an hour I was in that tube with them magnetizing me. That whole area heated up and afterwards felt like someone pounded my bladder (which kicked into high gear for most of the day).
I was fine until about 20 minutes later when the nausea returned and rifting up so apparently my stomach was NOT okay with this but it's done. I'll hear results on Friday.
I took some stuff back to TJ Maxx (I overbought last week) and took Ancillary Justice back to the library as a DNF. I just couldn't do it. I'm not sure what everyone is. Maybe I'll try when I come back. Got the laundry done too and picked up some stuff at Krogers
Speaking of not seeing what everyone else is, I have a book that just won one of those awards. It's written by someone I'm friendly with as Jana. I can't even get past the first chapter. But I'm going to have to since a) I know the person b) they gave it to me for review. If they didn't know I had it I'd just delete it off my reader and move on. Sigh.
I came home, tried to nap a little. The body was exhausted but it couldn't manage much of a nap. I've done nothing constructive all day. I can't even find energy to edit
While I liked this NCIS better than the last several I do have one thing to say I'm not sure 'hey your brother has early onset alzheimer's counts as a 'happy ending' Bishop. Yes, his brother's alive but having dealt with so many families in that situation, I watched them deal with the guilt of wishing their family member would just pass because it's not just memory loss. They are often terrified and combative and that just somehow annoyed me but I guess we needed to explain how the handwriting was so child like. COuldn't have gone with nerve injury to the hand or something could we?
A Yinzer Night Before Chrismis
(a tradisshunle hawiday pome)
Adapted and translated into Pittsburghese by Joe Wos
Twas the night before Chrismis and all through dahtahn
not a creature was stirrin, weren’t no one arahn!
The stockings needed hung by the chimley with care,
ahnachanta Saint Nicklas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of progis raced in their heads,
and mawm in her babushka and me in my hat,
had just settled dahn for a long winner n’at;
when ahtside I heard a noise on the lawn,
I sprung from my bed to see whawas goin on.
To the baffroom window I flew like a flash,
tore open the shudders and threw up the sash.
My neckstore neighbor was aht with his cat,
I shahted at him- “quit bein nebby n’at.”
When what to my ooglin’ eyes I seen there,
but a miniature sleigh, moving my parking chair!
With a little old driver and a toy filled bag,
I knew in a moment it that he weren’t no jag.
More rapid than the Penguins his reindeer came,
and he whistled and shahted and called them by name:
Now dawny! Now Rawny! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Cawmet! On cupid! On, Dahnder and Blitzen!
To the top of the stoop, to the top of the wall,
now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
Like a football thrown by Rothelsberger flies
off into the distance and up to the skies.
So up to the ruff the reindeers they flew,
with the buggy full of toys and Saint Nicklas too!
And then, a racket, I heard on the ruff
the prancin and stompin of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning arahn,
downa chimley Saint Nicklas came with a bahn!
He was dressed in black and gold
from his head to his foot,
And his clodhoppers were tarnished
with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had brung in his sack,
he was round and jolly, like Rick Sebak!
His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry,
His nose round and red, like a fresh farkleberry.
His face lit up with a bew-d-ful smahl,
And the beard of his chin waved
like a Terrible Tahl.
He smoked like a still mill with a pipe in his teeth,
And the smoke circled his head, arahn like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a jigunda belly,
That shook when he laft like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby n’at, a rill jolly old elf
And I laft when I saw him, in spite a myself.
A wink of his eye and a fluff of his beard
Soon let me to know, I need not be askirred.
He dittint say nuffin, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And beside his nose he placed his thumb,
And just lie-gat, up the chimley he clum!
He sprung to the ruuf and flew off in his sleigh,
I hollered aht to him “Don’t take the parkway!”
And I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Chrismis to yinz, and to yinz …Go Stillers!
Happy Holidays from Joe Wos
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Date: 2015-12-16 04:32 am (UTC)Could you skim the book & just write a nice review, even if you didn't like it? Someone else might think it's awesome & love that book. :D
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Date: 2015-12-16 04:40 am (UTC)I know the results will be less than good but that's okay because it'll tell us what needs fixing.
That's exactly what I do when I have the book of someone from my publishing house and they know I have it. I wouldn't want the ill will of pointing out giant flaws and since it won in those awards where I flopped, there must be something I'm just not seeing
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Date: 2015-12-16 10:07 pm (UTC)Okay, then that's still good. Hopefully they can fix it for you so you'll feel better. *huggles*
*nods* Yeah, that's not a good idea. It's possible.
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Date: 2015-12-16 11:05 pm (UTC)I have seen people be brutal to others in the publishing house and it never goes well. I think this is the reason Amazon tries to ban you from reviewing others in your publishing house. They know you're going to be more generous
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Date: 2015-12-16 12:13 pm (UTC)Sigh. Having been one of those people who asks others to read stuff and then didn't hear back, I can totally understand. It's unfair on so many levels, which is why I don't ask anymore.
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Date: 2015-12-16 04:02 pm (UTC)Yeah that hurts. In this case the books are published and winning awards and I'm the one going WTF? It's a nod to transgendered people (which the author is) but both sexes can conceive a child so I'm assuming they're functional hermaphrodites. I'm fine with that. It's the way it's written with the constant changing of gender pronouns I find annoying (which is part of why I gave up ancillary justice too) I suppose in a way that IS part of the transgendered reality but I think it's more the way it's written. I'll keep chugging along if my damn tablet will ever work right again
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Date: 2015-12-17 12:41 am (UTC)Joe Wos amuses.
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Date: 2015-12-17 04:03 am (UTC)He does. My accent isn't this bad any more
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Date: 2015-12-18 02:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-12-18 02:54 am (UTC)