Couldn't resist...

I live for bad puns and dad jokes. I am especially proud to have come up with this gem...

A buddy of mine was going back and forth during a fantasy football draft trading good natured and creative insults. He started to crack up and replied with, 'No thank you! Females only!'
I looked him in the face and very seriously asked, 'Does that mean Iron Man is ok?'

Hungry blog?

It seems as though some of my posts have been eaten...or something. I dunno what's up with that, but if I start talking about the adventures of Big Yellow and Two Sticks and black bottomed dwarfs and you're confused, rest assured your faculties are still in tact

Kangaroos

I dunno what brought this to mind, but I thought it was worth sharing. When I was very small (about two or so) and visiting my grandparents, I was particularly awake one night. This wasn't really helpful for my mum's sleep schedule. I had kept her up for quite a while, so she was in tired parent mode and wasn't paying attention to what I was babbling about. I do actually remember this, and I recall being very adamant about a kangaroo being in the house.

My mum pretty much just let me ramble on about it, until about a foot in front of her there was suddenly eye shine. Turns out that two year old me thought that kangaroos and raccoons were pretty much the same thing

Jaw stuff

So today I had a consult with Dr.Goode-Slice. He did my previous jaw surgeries--yes, that's plural. I decided to go back to see him first instead of being shuffled around a bunch,  since he has my history on file and I was happy with the previous procedures he had done.  I didn't have any scarring or complications and there can be a lot of that with the issues that I have. The previous surgeries didn't take because of structural issues,  not due to his technique.

Seems  as though there's a long road ahead regardless of whether I decide to go with what he suggests versus a quick fix until I can have open joint  surgery. It does seem as though open joint surgery is in my future.

Dr.Goode-Slice  thanks it's possible that the migraines are coming from the TMJ issues. I'll talk more about that in a different post. So that's all for now!

Rant about paying brioche

Brace yourself for stupidity. This is the crap I've had to deal with, and will likely continue to deal with until there's a barcode on my id or I croak. After 'Brioche pharmacy' finally got their heads out of their butts and I bugged the hell out of my neurologist's office about it, I was told I'd have to pay a copayment of a whopping $3.70. I'm sure there's about that much in pennies laying around, so it didn't seem like a big deal.

When I went for the injections in February, nobody at Dr.New-Neuro's office said anything about the copayment. When I asked about it the following month, they said I had to pay the pharmacy. That would have been nice to know before. If I had known about that, I might not have done the Botox. Not because I have a copayment, but because of actually paying it. That part isn't so easy.

Let's look at the process here: In order to get the Botox administered, I have to get to the neurologist. I most likely have to take a cab since I don't have any way to get anywhere. That's already over budget for me for the month. If I just had to pay the neurologist's office that'd be way easier. I could just hand them a pile of change in between paying for some cab driver's kid's college fund.
So since I can't do that, I have to find a way to pay Brioche directly. I have no form of electronic payment, which means I have to get a money order. Ugh... I talked about this in another post, but I can't purchase a money order because of my id. That means that I have to stand around and ask strangers to do it for me.

What do I have to contend with after I manage to get a money order? I have to mail it. Someone has to at least read all the info to me, if not fill it out for me. Then I have to either ambush the mailman or  wait till I have an appointment near a mailbox. I tried leaving a bright ass post it note asking the mailman to mail the stupid thing, but I guess he's colour blind or something. The thing sat in the mailbox for days. I'm pretty sure that picking up mail is in their job description.

 Thank God I didn't have to get stamps

Brioche pharmacy

Ok, so it's not 'brioche' but it might as well be. I swear those folks are more dense than bread. Anywho, there's a bunch to rant about but here's the exchange from this morning:

My phone: 'Call from brioche pharmacy'.
Me: 'Hello?'
Lady: 'Hi! I'm calling from brioche pharmacy, to let you know that we called your neurologist.'
Me: 'Ok. What did you have to call them about and what information do you need from me?'
Lady: 'Oh, we had to ask them to put through the authorization for the Botox. We're just letting you know that we let them know, and now that you know, they'll let you know when we know.'
Me: 'Ah. Well if the delay for anything being dispensed is because of the copayment, I did just send it.'
Lady: 'The what?'
Me: 'The copayment. I wasn't able to get or mail it until now and it wasn't clear to whom or how I was supposed to pay.'
Lady: 'Oh copayment! I thought you said "copayment"!'

That is exactly how it went, with the exception of the pharmacy name change. I was struck by the sudden need for communication on their part, considering all the shuffling around since last fall for them to dispense anything. And also the fact that they didn't seem to care about getting their $3.70

Best spinach and taters ever!

I have a friend who will take a bite of something and lean back for a second before saying, 'That is exactly what I needed!' That's how I feel about this recipe. Seriously, you need to try it or your life won't be complete.

Best spinach and taters:

1 can spinach
1 can whole or diced potatoes
1 can plain stewed tomatoes
1 can coconut milk
Spices: cumin, coriander, allspice, ginger

Combine all ingredients into a pot and add spices to taste.
Go heavy on the cumin though, and add the coconut milk last incase you don't want
it really wet. It should be the consistency of stew or chowder. Cook until taters are soft

The Power of Choice

Bit of an odd post here, but have you ever given your favourite something to someone? Think about a time when you shared your favourite food with someone (this is ME, of course food is the example here). Ok, now multiply that feeling by at least ten. It's sort of like that--at least for me.

I've been through a lot of shit in life that I haven't had control over, but I guess I rolled high in Wisdom cuz I've always made good decisions. I've lost a lot of things that were important to me. But somehow, being able to choose to give something like that to someone is empowering. It's also liberating-- knowing that I can make that decision myself and not let life circumstances dictate everything

My brain sucks, but it's never dull!

I get frustrated with myself a lot. It's hard for me to do simple things and that gets me, so I'm venting. It's also challenging to convey what's going on sometimes, leading to even more frustration. I've been told that I have a unique way of describing things. Well, let's see...

I have synesthesia. It's not the super cool kind where you can identify notes of music by colour (although I'd be perfectly fine with that one!), but I wouldn't give mine up for anything. Even though it can suck. So, what's it like?

Imagine that you've just been served this amazing dish of food. You go to dig in, but can't. It smells too 'green' and that smell happens to make you emotionally distraught. So, you try to go for something else. That's much nicer-- this colour smells ok. Alright, let's eat some! 

You put the food in your face, and immediately reach for a napkin. Why? Well, the shape tastes all wrong! It's too angular and you prefer food that tastes rounder. Let's try some of the water to wash the offensive shape away. Ugh! That's no good either--the texture isn't right. All you wanted to do was go out for a bit and enjoy the day, but now you have to go home or at least somewhere that's socially acceptable to not have pants and shoes on.

Ok, let's get in the car. There are nice things in there, like your toothbrush which calms you down. And your mummy bag that you can have on instead of pants. Also, you can recline a bit and you brought Mr.Bucket cuz POTS sucks and you forgot your Nuun tablets. So, you get comfy and put the radio on. And you proceed to trip balls...

The music feels amazing! The physical reaction you get from this song is incredible and you begin to float away after a few songs. Except the music changes and the pleasant chills and tears have given way to fear and now you're being pulled away from yourself. That's easy to manage though and you just change the song. 

You start thinking about this and that on the way home. Suddenly you get a text from a friend that's filling out a job application. She can't remember various details about work history and wants your help. Why? Your synesthesia also effects how you remember things too. Your brain pretty much has some crossed wires that allow you to associate memories with points in time...in extreme detail.

So, yeah...its pretty much like that 

Mistaken identity

I like 'The Cure'. Robert Smith's voice is great. But I was having a hard time trying to find a few songs. Couldn't figure out why. Turns out I had searched for 'Tobert Snoth' instead of 'Robert Smith'.