A Minute Past Midnight

That is the time I will have the final book in the Harry Potter series in my possession. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

My plan this weekend is to enter a “magic” cave and read. Read. READ.

Knowing all the A-holes that like to spoil things for fans, I will not be online reading ANYTHING this weekend.

I have to admit that although I have been waiting for this book (with everyone else) for what seems forever, I am sad that this day has come. I was not a book reader at all until I started reading the first HP. Now I read each night although not much since I fall asleep easily.

Are you planning to get the book tonight? Did you order it from Amazon? I am curious to know.

I'm Going to Lose My Job

A while back I posted about my boss’ wife who suffered from a stroke. She is still going through lots of rehabilitation and is improving over time. A few days a week, he brings her into the office and she will work on her writing and typing on a keyboard. Mostly, she just works with her left hand and tries to use it like she did before the stroke.

It is uplifting and heart wrenching at the same time. Her upbeat attitude about her recovery and her spirit of “I’ll be as good as new soon” makes me simultaneously smile and cry. She is a trooper as is my boss. He is constantly calling me from the road to help with projects, forward emails and give him phone numbers so he can take care of business while driving from appointments to therapy and such. I do not know if I could do it. I am sure I could if I dig deep enough because you never truly know how you will react during a crisis until it happens.

I guess my real concern is what my wife will do since the odds are in her favor as the care giver for the future. This is one thing I cannot fight thinking about. That one day, I will be the one in a wheelchair, or needing a Seeing Eye dog, or having to learn how to spell and talk once again. I know that is an awful thought but the odds are against me. It is hard to think about and I wish it was just nonsense but it isn’t. I hate to admit it but it is a real possibility.

This brings me to the title of this post.

Today is one of the days when my boss’ wife is here and she is sitting just 2 cubicles away from me practicing stacking paper cups with her left hand. I just heard the following conversation that occurred with one of my co-workers (CW) and my boss’ wife (BW).

CW: How are you feeling?

BW: Much better honey. I just keep working and working but I’m getting better every day!

CW: [My boss] told me that you were having some headaches.

BW: Yeah I was. They were terrible but they went away.

CW: Didn’t you have bad headaches before you had your stroke?

BW: Yeah I did. In fact, a doctor was telling me that it is a symptom and if they would have none they could have done something to prevent it.

CW: You know what, you didn’t speak enough. You can’t ignore when your body gives you signs.

BW: I know I know. (in a very apologetic way)

CW: If you don’t tell them everything that is wrong…

That was when I walked outside. I was so pissed off. I could not take another second.
How can ANYONE say something like that to someone AFTER they have had something tragic happen? How could say, “you should’ve done this or that” when they will never EVER be the same.

I am so mad and upset and just want to give BW a hug while telling CW where she can put her “advice.”

My problem is if I open my mouth, I lose it. I get so mad I am sure I will get canned.

Even a Ninja has limits.

You Tube Tuesday #29

This weeks video is very entertaining, at least I found it was. The editing is insane and it has a beat you can dance to. Check it out.

Friends, Phones, and Addictions

We had a lot in common!

I just had my awesome meet up with Sara. She beat me to the punch so I suggest you get over to her blog right now (unless you have already read it) and read her post. I am going to try and
tell you about some other stuff that happened.

First off, we have the same cell phones. Sara posted her picture and here they are from my angle. I forgot to tell her that only the coolest of the cool were able to buy this particular phone, at least that is what I heard.

We chat chitted in the Red Robin for about an hour I think and man, we laughed a bunch! I also forgot to tell her that the big scary Red Robin character kinda freaks me out so I was thankful that it did not fly by!

We talked a lot about the D of course. Sharing diagnosis stories is always interesting to me and we had some parallels in that too.

We talked about our faith and how important that is to us. So many things in common and none of them had to do with Diabetes. HA! Take that stupid Diabetes! ;)

I told Sara that I wanted to explain what makes me turn all "Ninjabetic" on someone. Here is the story I told that ended with me spilling my soda on the remaining Cheese Sticks. I will quote myself here so you can get an idea of the level of Ninja skills I possess.

"So my little sister and I go to McDonalds one night and we order two meals. One with a Large Diet Coke and one with a Regular Coke. When the guy in the window hands me the drinks I noticed that one lid had the little "diet button" pressed down and the other had no buttons pressed. My sister asked me 'want me to check your soda?' to which I reply 'Nah dude, at least one of them has to be diet.' So we get home and guess what? Both are regular! So I call up Micky D's ready to ream the Clown! I am going all the way to the TOP! So the manager gets on the phone and I say, 'Okay, you need to explain to your employees that pressing the button on the top of the lid does not magically change the contents within the cup! They have to actually fill the container with the correct beverage before they....." And the soda spilled.

And now that I think back, maybe I knocked it over with my mind. Yeah, that sounds better huh?

Anyway the next 3 hours consisted of several gallons of Diet Soda! I think the dude at Carls Jr could spot me in a crowd at this point. And hanging out in the mall like all the "cool kids" do.

We strolled through the Mac store and took this sweet picture using an iPhone! If only I had 600 bucks lying around. And honestly, it was pretty easy to use accept for the whole turning the screen from portrait to landscape. Sara kept shaking it as if it was stuck. I laughed a lot about that.

And I think that was how we spent most of the 4 hours together. Just laughing and learning. Learning about this person that I only knew from blog posts and pictures online. I feel as though I have known Sara forever which is just about the coolest thing.

I spoke too soon. The coolest thing is that we have mutual friends! And I mean goo friends! Let's put this into perspective. My daughter is currently at this friends house right now having dinner with their family. Sara had mentioned what College she went to out here and I asked her if she may have heard of someone I know that used to work there. That my friends was the coolest thing that happened.

I cannot wait until the next time Sara comes out here so we can meet up again.

We laughed.
I almost cried. (Don't laugh but I got a little choked up talking about Neville Longbottom)
We talked.
We walked.
But most importantly, we drank lots of soda together and really isn't that what it's all about?

My Week in Rhyme

On Monday night I was trimming
Clipping away at my nails
When I must have clipped too much
And my toe began bleeding in pails.

I scurried off to the Doctor’s
Met a new Doc that I didn’t know
He asked, “bad trip to Market for piggy?”
As he stared at my favorite Big Toe.

He said, “we will clean it and wrap it
And you’ll need to do the same.”
I agreed and he left the room
And I sat there feeling very lame.

On Wednesday my toesy felt better
so Racquetball I went to try
Two serves were all I got through
Because I pulled a muscle in my thigh!

I tried to deal with the pain
But hardly slept all night
So off to the Doc’s again Thursday
Hoping he would make it all right.

As I sat in Urgent Care
With every Harry, Dick, and Tom
I couldn't believe who was on duty.
The Notorious Doctor F-Bomb.

I was lucky that he did not see me
It was the Doc from the time before
He said, “Hey I just saw you
And now you’re back for more?”

I told him the story of what happened
He pulled and pressed here and there
He said, “Take it easy and ice it
And keep you butt in a chair!”

So my weekend will be mellow
I will keep it safe and sane
Except when I meet an OC’er
That has jumped out of a plane!