crazyfurries: (wrath)
This is an emergency alert, due to many fricking factors I was too scared to even consider as options before. Y'all know how for the past year and a half I've been living outside of my family home for the first time EVER in my 30 year old life. For the first six months, it went alright, even including Hurricane Sandy. In March of last year I even handled the dental drama of one of my teeth rotting nearly to the bone and needing to be pulled out and a bridge put in! (Those driving cars over it jokes got old SO fucking fast) So my flatmate was a little harsh sometimes, so she drove off one of her friends by being a drama queen, this is all sort of some of those usual first-time trials of living with someone right?

Hoo-boy Captain Howdy I should have started asking questions right then. I even started looking at other places until I got busy with work in the summer. Wow. Summer, working in a kitchen and coming back to a rather irate and completely self-centered housemate. I really, REALLY should have seen the signs when she'd blow up about my schedule being weird and my alarm clock going off at the butt-crack of dawn or why I was pissed she spent the night being loud downstairs if I'd have work the next day.

Then comes the sort of double-sided talk. I take care of her cats, two anxious as fuck brats who regularly either steal shit from the garbage can to play with, or steal my stuffed toys for the same purpose. The few times I left to go traveling for cons or the such, she bloody damn well badgered me until I paid her friend for cat-sitting. The kicker is that her friend REGULARLY insisted that I didn't have to pay her for checking in on my cats.

More than that, as soon as Louie bonded to me, he actively started FLEEING Erycka's grasp. Animals are smarter than humans sometimes, I really should just have Louie be my people barometer.

Finally when Autumn hit, bringing with it the college courses and the results of her own stupid need to butt into everyone else's life... Well, she burned bridges with someone who'd been a friend with her for over a decade because she kept pushing, and pushing, and PUSHING someone with an alcohol problem to seek therapy, despite the fights that would happen. Thus, my housemate decided that since she no longer had a place to crash at while she was at college (nearly an hour and a half away from home), she'd do the 'stay in a trailer' while doing an extremely strenuous college course.

This was about the time that I think I became her pet 'rehabilitation' project. Look, the woman's great with anything scaly, worked as a reptile rescue and rehab helper for 5 years. The lady just had NO skill with reading the body language of mammals. Maybe. I don't know her head or how it works, so why the bleep would she know my head? Even I have trouble navigating it sometimes, so why would she read my mind? Truth be told, she tried, and I think when I didn't respond the way she thought I =ought= to, I was blamed.

While I was trying to find rooms all winter, I had few results and after talking to another friend, the reason I was getting no replies back on email was because my email name might've been caught by their spam filter. =/ What ones I did whittle down and think were just fine, she shot down until I got the 'perfect place'. I blew off FIVE places that would've done fine for my purposes because she nit-picked them to death. I wasn't expecting perfection, in fact I've become suspicious of perfection because it comes with a pricetag. This 'perfect apartment' came with a clause that they couldn't sublet to me because I hadn't had any sort of income for the past two months. After that crushing blow, it became harder and harder to find someplace to go and stay. She'd badger me everyday about where I had looked, and I did look online, I called people on the phone when she wasn't around to pipe in with 'helpful advice'.

It got to the point where two, three times a day she'd keep asking that same question about my finances (oh yeah, I'm gonna stay calm while you ask me about the inheritance I haven't touched from my mother *channels Karkat for a while with two big fucks up*) or about any places I'd visited and seen yet. I even had a place I was going to head for, that my brother had checked out for me. I trust my brother Martin, he's a reliable sort and he'd even viewed that room himself when he was hunting for a place to stay not that long ago himself. When I announced this, it got WORSE. She'd get aggressive and physically advance on me while battering me with rapid-fire questions and ALWAYS expecting a different answer, or specific details which I now was reluctant to tell her in case they got shot down. If I tried to LEAVE she'd accuse me of being rude or obnoxious or trying to ignore her. It's impossible to ignore her, I just wanted to get away from her Spanish inquisition.

That doesn't cover what happened on Monday. Monday things went to hell. I was heading out to meet another friend for coffee, one who happened to have been one of my housemate's former closest friends. One who had the stones to call her out on when she was fucking up and freaking me out. The moment she badgered who I was meeting out of me, she went fucking Ballistic and accused me of having some kind of agenda with suddenly contacting this friend.

Excuse me, there's this thing called you know the INTERNET...with online CHATTING, you know all of that typing I'm constantly doing? I just closed the door on her face before she could a hand through and started running for the bus stop then. Ooooh boy, that was when things started becoming like a fucking bad episode of COPS. She followed me out into the yard, half-dressed and screaming obscenities at me as I hauled off for the bus stop. The reason I was taking the bus was that she had me parked in, so with my headphones going on full blast, I got to the coffee shop...and immediately just broke down by a long-time resident and something of a fellow artist there. Nice old grandpa sort named Denny who looked worried the moment he saw me. I don't know how I looked, but I was able to hold it together until Kelly came to pick me up.

After that she went into crisis mode and said that when I went back to the house to pack up what I needed for a few nights away from my housemate. Don't talk, don't make eye contact, all of that. It didn't take me long and I know I forgot some things because it was a 2 hour span. I put all of the stuff I had been packing up into my room, cleared out all that I could from the downstairs. I was waiting for the time when Kelly would pick me up when Erycka stormed up to me and called me several things before stalking out of the house and driving off. By THAT time I was too numb and terrified to say anything, much less DRIVE.

So, with bags and blankets, tea and pillows I fucking ran with Kelly to the apartment that she still has for another couple of weeks. Kelly is living with some friends of hers right now, so I'm a nice safe quiet place for a while.

I may also be completely useless for any RP or plotting for a while folks. Between my housemate and having to get another tooth pulled and a bridge made (fun fact, it's the matching bicuspid on the left side of my mouth. Dentist suspects they didn't grow right and assures me it wasn't my fault for it), my body is...less than ideal for making any decisions right now.

Sorry all, I just need to hide in the blankets for a while.
crazyfurries: (evil)
Hello funny humans, this is Newton the Satyr matriarch from Fuzzy's head. I'm making a public announcement as she is indisposed at the moment. The final tally after having spent 6 hours cleaning out her mother's room today...

38 bags of clothing for goodwill

5 boxes of clothes

4 copypaper boxes of BOOKS.

2 clear rubbermaid totes of linens and wool blankets

4 rubbermaid totes of fabric for the memory quilts

$1237 in mom's top drawer.

Furniture at this time is not being counted. It will be tallied at a later date.

This covers all expressions.


*incoherent babbling and frothing*

Excuse me, I need to go sedate her again before we take her to someplace to decompress.
crazyfurries: (plush bug)
Mom is intibated, there's a machine helping her to breathe, but thanks to her meds she wasn't awake during any hour of today. Still I think she knew I was there chattering softly and babbling about the powerpuff girl kimono. She's been put onto dialysis, the low blood pressure variation because thanks to other meds her kidneys aren't functioning 100%, and the docs want it higher before they go draining the abscess in her abdomen. We'll know more tomorrow and the current motto is this much: No news at this point is good news.

Also have been informed 4 times now that this sort of hospial merry-go round is common the first year after transplant.

Been running from about 5:30 am today on about 3 hours of sleep (eff you too body, stupid wound up nervous wreck). Had a great lunch and a lovely dinner at an italian and a 'greek' family place. Worth noting not getting drinks at the family place again, or their veggies. Bleh. Good ribs though! Also worth noting that little brother seems to have eaten the humility boot, and said I was handling today pretty well (other brother, martin, the one I live with who doesn't try to chew out my hear, was very emotional for him).

Going to take bath now.

Tomorrow will be better with sleep and the punk she-hulk outfit.

Ta, and I love all of you guys for keeping mom in your thoughts and prayers lately.
crazyfurries: (plush bug)
Sorta. she might not be losing the lung now according to the docs and the coordinator, it all depends on how the biopsy comes back from the labs Monday. And she's not leaving St. Nicholaus hospital anytime soon either, every doctor is agreeing that she shouldn't be home now, and needs to rest in a hospital with professionals who will enforce the shit out of her drug regime, and her resting, among other things.

Me? right now I'm relieved since I got to talk to her today, but she was still very forgetful of things she'd said even five minutes prior. When I pointed it out she placed blame onto the drugs but I don't think she's entirely out of the woods yet, the drugs made her hands shake so much she could barely get the food to her own mouth.

Also? NOT VISITING HER AGAIN. Woman tried to rope me into helping her walk to the bathroom in her hospital gown, while she was still hooked up to the tubes and wires... And I AM NOT THE FUCK ASS A REGISTERED OR EVEN KNOWLEDGABLE NURSING MEDICAL TYPE.


Mar. 16th, 2012 09:28 pm
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (Default)
One last massive update on mom before I go to bed.

She's stabilizing in the local ICU, and sometime tomorrow Loyola will be picking her up with a helicopter/flight for life, once a room in their Chicago Hospital opens up. Mom is being mom, and sadly that means that instead of getting rest to recover, rebuild her mineral levels and get her temperature back down...

Well. She's got tubes in everywhere and iv lines and oxygen going. By morning she's going to be a bit more lucid since she isn't horribly hellish feverish. (104 when she got in and by 4 pm same day it was only just getting under 100).

Right after this I am taking two sleeping pills so I get a full night's sleep. I have been running today on maybe 1 hour of sleep.

Night, love you all, and please keep mom in your thoughts as we're not out of the woods yet.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (Default)
shit. shit. shit.

Mom is getting rushed to Loyola by Ambulance.

The lung is rejecting.
crazyfurries: (erba?)
I knew today would be the oh-god o'clock morning wake up, so yesterday I planned ahead and went to sleep early.

EXCEPT I didn't sleep much because mom, bless her, kept puttering about and it took her a while to head for bed...

EXCEPT, she shouldn't have been since she was running a hot temperature and has had bowel issues for the past 2 days...

EXCEPT, she coughed so hard all through the night that it woke up both Bob and I, along with horrible chills and sweats.. We are talking groaning and hyperventilating for a good solid hour last night.

Sometime around midnight she finally gets to sleep, and gets about 3 hours solid sleep in while I wake up normally and things go fairly smoothly for me making us bentos for the day...

EXCEPT mom woke up, and tried getting up out of the laz-e-boy chair to head for the bathroom, and fell down, calling on me to help her up, which should've been an easy job...

EXCEPT she wouldn't let me turn on any lights to see in the pitch-dark room full of furniture and dog toys, because she didn't want to wake up Bob...who was up anyway, and would've gone back to bed,

EXCEPT she couldn't get the air up to stand up for 20 minutes, and then took 45 minutes just to get through the bathroom, shower and another bathroom trip...

...and I had to help her shower and dress.

And right now she should FINALLY be at the local hospital getting some freaking oxygen and help and a ride to Loyola hospital and I'm staying here to watch the poor scared dauschaund puppy.

To quote Bob "You shoulda been going to the hospital at 11 last night, not 3 fucking am right now!!"

EDIT AS OF 7:30 AM: Bob just got back and informed me that mom was in the emergency room, before being transferred to the ICU for a SEVERE UPPER RESPIRATORY INFECTION (Nasal, but everything goes down so FUCK). All appointments in Chicago have been cancelled and she's going to have to reschedule them. She's also not leaving the ICU for at least 3 days.
crazyfurries: (doom)

Mom had to go to the Chicago in an ambulance today, for her fever. It was, origionally when she called me, just going to be lab tests at the local hospital to check her creatin levels and other mineral levels and see about her fever.

Except her coordinator called and she got rushed in an ambulance to Loyola and...

...I'm just going to freak out now and...

fuck, I'm not home right now I'm house-sitting for friends.
crazyfurries: (doom)
Well, tried surfing Real Life Comics and something funny happened to my lovely Ion (aka my little green laptop). It started running very funny and wouldn't allow me to shut off properly. This was a sign.

Since restarting it I realized that my soundcard driver was gone, and i've been randomly getting linked or having tabs pop up on firefox to some spam medication/medical sites. I get error sounds but absolutely nothing else, and considering I use this laptop to score my favorite music and mp3's, that ain't cricket.

Then again this could just have easily come through one of LJ's freaking java ads, considering that FF 4.01's adblocker only just got out.

And it's closing the barn doors after the horses have gone at this point, but I think I'm going to be bringing Ion into Best Buy to get it looked at.

Well poo.

May. 24th, 2011 10:22 pm
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (cussing)
So, my brother was over playing for a european football league in Austria. Keyword. Was. See he's not going to get paid now. The team had a contract that was mostly about them helping set up and take down concert equipment when there weren't any games on. Cashyano.

Except that contract has fallen through for the team.

And Martin's over there, trying to get hoops jumped to transfer to another team in a different country with a Visa but gods only know if that'll work.

So he might be flying back home and here as early as next week.

This sucks for him, because he is not getting paid and I have no doubt that when he gets home he will be in a seriously foul mood.

Which means cleaning. On top of the yardwork and the 12hr shift job about to start.


I might not have much free time this week.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (agadawhodaWHAT?)
Okay, emergency state of the fuzzy address.

Sine 1996 my mom has been diagnosed with Alpha 1 Antitripsin Disorder (google it, PLEASE.) which is a degenerative lung condition, and for the past 7 years she's been on oxygen.

For the past 3 years she's been jumping through every hoop with the transplant coordinator for a lung transplant. Today, while we were staying as a vacation at a friend's house and finishing up lunch, she got a Call.

There's a single right lung in Chicago.

This is mixed news, they haven't YET gotten the crossmatching done for her bloodtype and the donor's yet. 15-75 minutes away from that little nugget of news. A single lung isn't good because her other bad lung will likely keep expanding and push the new one out, decreasing her odds of survival (not to mention she'll be banned for life from pomegranates and grapefruits due to the medications she'll be taking after the transplant).

We're actually praying it isn't a match but we're going to have to go down to Chicago anyways just in case.

crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (cussing)
Your robocaller will be the first to die tonight.

The Women's League of Voters does NOT support Walker, and neither does the Planned Parenthood group.

And if you send me someone from the American Cancer society saying I have to support Walker I will track them down and have strong words about liars.

So help me Sekhmet, I will light you morons on fire for this bullshit and summon a horde upon you asses and your criminal children.
crazyfurries: (doom)
Okay, either something I ate yesterday didn't agree with me or I just picked up a stomach bug and a nasty one at that.

From 2 am upwards it was an 'in the cozy bed hole for 35-55 minutes and running to the bathroom for 10-15 in between; kind of night and looking out at the snow-covered town this morning it's not looking much better.

Drinking my fluids because...heh...flu-ids.

I don't think I'll be good for much today folks.

crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (cussing)
...but half the time I'm not sure if you're operating with half the brain of a crazy chatspeaker or half the brain of the average woman your age.

I'll be glad to be your driving buddy for the 3-4 hour drive down to Chicago to see your very good oncologist.

But here is a thing. I will not be any more able to understand what the hell you two are going on about anymore than the last time we did this. Taking away my sewing or my sketchbook is NOT going to improve my ability to comprehend and concentrate. Last time I recall the gist of your talk being about compatibility, talking about how the doctors in Milwaukee had dropped the ball and now you're stuck picking up the slack with these doctors. It was the same thing you complained about for 3 hours on the drive down there.

And then there's the DELIGHTFUL tidbit about what's happening on the way back. Clothes shopping.

I can count the number of times that a trip for clothes that didn't have frustration involved on ONE HAND. Seriously. Just give me $150, let me arrange a day for me to get Michelle Burgdof to come with me and we will find me several new interview outfits. Put simply, mom, I love ya, but I don't trust your judgement with my affairs anymore. Your definition of 'nice clothes' make me feel like a seal stuffed into a business suit. Always a few months later the shirts will not fit my chest without looking like the buttons are going to pop right off.

We've had the talk about our differences in vocabulary too, what one phrase reads to you, means something totally different for me. I've heard this broken record too many times before, can we please just take it outback and use it for target practice?
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (cussing)
Left AC power supply/adapter at library yesterday, likely gone for good.

Looking at $35 to replace it.

crazyfurries: (doom)
Dear body,

Yeh I know we woke up feeling like crap, and we still went to work anyway. At least we got more stuff done so it won't be as BAD tomorrow. You know We're going to end up working with Captain GiantDouche tomorrow afternoon, and for the next two days after that. If we manage to get through all of the next 2-3 days, we'll get to sleep then sweetie.

We can't strangle him this year either, however he got hired, he's still the only worker who shows up on time, despite how lazy an ass he is.

Love Me.

PS: I made us that curry stew we love for dinner tonight, i'll pick up some raisins to toss into it tonight to finish it off.
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (Default)
13 hour shift inna kitchen with no AC.

On four hours of sleep.

I'mma just go nap now, but this update was brought to you by the fact that I realized I had to let out a station signal before I disappeared.


Feb. 27th, 2010 11:34 am
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (hell no)
*This is a State of the Fuzzy Announcement*


*Do not Worry. Things are fine, we are just having some minor panic issues*


*...Which will be solved with the application of a stick*


Costume: All Done

Bags: 60% done

Loot for sale: Bought and now debating modes of transport. Have one Wicker Basket, one quilt, and a rolling backpack. This could be enough.
crazyfurries: (plush bug) that I will be hiding in, with whiskey in a few moments.

The good news last week thursday was that mom made it out of surgery okay, her lymph nodes were clean and it looked like she was going to make a wonderful recovery.

Today's news from mom.

My Uncle Tom (Dad's side) got heatstroke at the workplace, his last recorded bodytemp was 108 which was as high as the thermometer went. He's been cooled down, but other problems, such as kidney and liver failure as well as no brain function... He has stated numerous times before that he doesn't want to be put onto life support. I'm worried for Josh, his son, who should be coming out of highschool right about now.

My aunt Diane (married to an uncle on dad's side, and my favorite, due to a mixture of culture, cooking and non-boujie behavior) has had her breast cancer resurface. This is more unsettling due to the fact that I NEVER KNEW SHE HAD IT BEFORE.

Mom's medical consultants have been looking at the skin to graft from, to make up for what was taken away during the masectomy. Apparently the skin on her back it too thin, both from Alpha-1 and her previous surgeries, so she won't be getting that fixed...and the flap that lets the wound drain out is messed up, so she has to go in Wedensday to get it fixed in surgery again.


Jun. 13th, 2009 10:05 pm
crazyfurries: a cranky abbysinnian kitten (fail)
Dear body.

AUGH. We were lying down for a ONE HOUR NAP. Did you not hear the alarm going off?

One hour, that was supposed to be it!

Not five hours! Now our sleep schedule is screwed up.

Not much love,



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