Thursday, October 30, 2014

OMG, is that a lump?!


I woke up in the early morning hours a day ago, saw the bathroom was already occupied, and started my "I have to poop" dance around the bedroom (you all loved hearing that, right). A few minutes in, I realized I was absently rubbing my right breast... a few seconds later, my sleep-numbed mind realized it was because it hurt like hell. Holy gee whiz, it did. And as I fiddled around, I thought I felt a lump. That's where my mind goes, of course, regarding boobs and illness. Especially during all this Cancer Awareness month crap.

Anyway, long story short, did you know you can get a staph infection anywhere? It's naturally on your skin right now - everyone's -- and if you have a tiny crack in your flesh it has the ability to get in & multiply. I have a staph (bacterial) infection there. Probably when I tweezed an ingrown hair - it was right next to it. It's hot, it's PAINFUL, and boy howdy is it red. Even the soft sports bra I have on hurts it. Annnnnd, I now have to pop antibacterial horse pills for 10 days. Bleargh.

True story. By the way, good advice: if it hurts, it's probably not breast cancer. It's a killer because it's so "silent"... of course, now I realize that.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

14, by Peter Clines

"Nate has a new apartment.  #14 is not fancy but it's cheap.  That's the good news.  The bad news is that 
every apartment in this old building has its secret.  Dark deep secrets.  The combination of these secrets 
could mean the end. The end of Nate, the end of his neighbors, the end of everything."

Teaser from the back of the novel. I just read it, and I am simply mystified* by the glowing reviews that act like it's the best damned SciFi book EVER FREAKING WRITTEN OMG.

Let's get one thing straight: I liked it. But I liked it as in "it's a simple, no-brainer, easy-to-read junk SciFi/Horror novel." Not because it blew my mind or anything. Are we really getting that silly that something written so simply and with so many junk food book cliches is "super awesome" nowadays? I shudder to think of that. And to compare it to a crap TV series? It's not "Lost" in any way except that it's 4th grade level entertainment with a twist at the end. Again, yes, I loved it. But I love junk food. I like to eat my steak, but I also like chips and crap like that. I love these little gems that are quick and satisfying in their own way, different from digesting as huge piece of "meat", so to speak. I'm just upset that readers are screaming about it in the fashion that they are. This book isn't on par with Koontz, King or Straub - hell, even Piers Anthony** wrote a SciFi book that was close enough to horror that was very in-depth and (yeah, yeah it actually was) mind-blowing.

If this book 'blows your mind'... what the heck, man. You need to read more.


* read as: "pissed off"
** the book is titled "Macroscope"

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Welcome, Sadness

I haven't known what to write about here for a long time. There's a good reason for that.

It's Autumn.

I start my extra-crazy time when the weather gets cool and I can finally enjoy being outside again. I start remembering my first owned dog, and how we put him down (his birthday is in November, he didn't make it a few more weeks to see it last year). My aunt who passed away early in life (many say I resemble her now as I'm getting up there in years), my grandfathers, my grandmother...

Basically all I have is my mother for blood relatives. She's all that's left to me, and as the months pass into December, it gets harder and harder to not be even more depressed and cry all the time. She's not even here with me - she lives many states away.

I love the colder weather, but it's a never-ending time of depression for me, and my anger gets worse as my menopause starts draining me worse and worse, and being Bipolar (no meds, no money for treatment, been off for more than 10 years and I have the worst kind) doesn't help either.


Not sure where I'm going with this, but that's why I haven't even been bitching on my blog. Ha ha.

*edit: as I was writing this blog entry, my husband got 2 calls from his mother. He was asleep, so I let the one slide... and then got nervous when she called again. He called back: his dad had just died.

I loved his dad - this sucks. So hard. And so weird, not in a good way. I guess I sort of knew something was off.