Disclaimer: the #Blotto keyword indicates in-your-face review of live cancer in me. The purpose isn't to shock or hurt anyone and it may even be useful in your own lives.
This day sucked, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: would you say it completely sucked or mostly sucked?
Well, I discovered every one of the producers for "Hope Floats" was a woman and Sandra Bullock was one of them.
Zen Yogi: so it's about a medium suck then?
Sure, let's go with medium then. The rest sucked but that didn't.
The dosing on the morphine needs to significantly increase because of my misunderstanding of the way Yevette needed it. She advised me today she was taking 15 mg about every four hours. In the last twenty-four, I've managed 30 mg for maybe a tad more so I'm not even close to that which I had been using as a benchmark in terms of what did it take to ameliorate a not so different situation.
Note: when Yevette no longer needed the morphine, she did not continue using it and is not at all covetous of that which remains. In other words, it didn't even come close to addicting her.
The problem with eating is getting close to impossible since I thought surely some chicken soup would work but the result was explosive. A similar thing happened yesterday and that advisory is to assure you I'm trying; it's just not working. I know the response of using drinks for boosting electrolytes to avoid dehydration and Mystery Lady sent some magic food with boosted protein for Yevette when she was having trouble so that's another pursuit to take.
I apologize for the bumout since it's my purpose to illuminate rather than drag anyone specifically through it. I told Yevette earlier, "I just don't want to fuckin' cry, you know?"
She said to let it rip as that relieves stress and does wonderful and helpful things for her in times like this. That was sweet to say but it didn't happen and that's fine. I don't want to drag her through it any more than necessary either.
Zen Yogi: it's ok if you cry, buddy. I won't laugh.
That was sweet too, Yogi, but I'm really not looking for permission; it's just an unusual circumstance.
Zen Yogi: you know chicks like it if you cry with them because of the intimacy and it's a way to help
I do know it, Yogi, but that's still not a reason to drag her any deeper than necessary.
Keeping Travelers posted on the best timing is the biggest concern. The arrival time is known and still sounds feasible but the situation is obviously accelerating and all I can do in that context is to post these updates so you're aware. Maybe there's some comedy to this since maybe Ithaka hits a million at the last and those in attendance will do a countdown while I lie pitifully to one side. Bells ring or some such when it hits the mark and Silas can peacefully slide away knowing he accomplished Life's Ultimate Goal.
Zen Yogi: as always, don't panic
You're a remarkably well-read bear, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: thanks. Reading is what I do when I'm not stealing pic-a-nic baskets
Ref: "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams.
This day sucked, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: would you say it completely sucked or mostly sucked?
Well, I discovered every one of the producers for "Hope Floats" was a woman and Sandra Bullock was one of them.
Zen Yogi: so it's about a medium suck then?
Sure, let's go with medium then. The rest sucked but that didn't.
The dosing on the morphine needs to significantly increase because of my misunderstanding of the way Yevette needed it. She advised me today she was taking 15 mg about every four hours. In the last twenty-four, I've managed 30 mg for maybe a tad more so I'm not even close to that which I had been using as a benchmark in terms of what did it take to ameliorate a not so different situation.
Note: when Yevette no longer needed the morphine, she did not continue using it and is not at all covetous of that which remains. In other words, it didn't even come close to addicting her.
The problem with eating is getting close to impossible since I thought surely some chicken soup would work but the result was explosive. A similar thing happened yesterday and that advisory is to assure you I'm trying; it's just not working. I know the response of using drinks for boosting electrolytes to avoid dehydration and Mystery Lady sent some magic food with boosted protein for Yevette when she was having trouble so that's another pursuit to take.
I apologize for the bumout since it's my purpose to illuminate rather than drag anyone specifically through it. I told Yevette earlier, "I just don't want to fuckin' cry, you know?"
She said to let it rip as that relieves stress and does wonderful and helpful things for her in times like this. That was sweet to say but it didn't happen and that's fine. I don't want to drag her through it any more than necessary either.
Zen Yogi: it's ok if you cry, buddy. I won't laugh.
That was sweet too, Yogi, but I'm really not looking for permission; it's just an unusual circumstance.
Zen Yogi: you know chicks like it if you cry with them because of the intimacy and it's a way to help
I do know it, Yogi, but that's still not a reason to drag her any deeper than necessary.
Keeping Travelers posted on the best timing is the biggest concern. The arrival time is known and still sounds feasible but the situation is obviously accelerating and all I can do in that context is to post these updates so you're aware. Maybe there's some comedy to this since maybe Ithaka hits a million at the last and those in attendance will do a countdown while I lie pitifully to one side. Bells ring or some such when it hits the mark and Silas can peacefully slide away knowing he accomplished Life's Ultimate Goal.
Zen Yogi: as always, don't panic
You're a remarkably well-read bear, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: thanks. Reading is what I do when I'm not stealing pic-a-nic baskets
Ref: "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams.
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