It is 3:15 in the morning and I think I am on the mend - or at least controlled.. My cardiologist added IVs that slowed my heart rate down (still not normal, but better than 160 bpm) and my nurse called a doc and got an anti nausea medicine which I got in the evening.
Thanks to all who called ahead and/or read between the lines on my last blog and postponed your visit. Sorry to my morning visitor that I wasn't a better hostess! I would have loved to visit with you!
Mark came up in the morning when I was in a tearful state and calmed me down. He returned last evening with a burger, that I thought I might be able to stomach, but alas, I just managed a few nibbles. I would not suggest this as a weight loss regime, but it surely is doing the trick!
I still am not sure how I will feel in the morning. If I write a new blog, that will mean I am feeling better.
Thanks for all the comments. They made me smile.
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Jacque,
I can't tell you how happy I was to read your very early posting!!!! I will continue to pray that you feel better through out the day. We are hoping you are able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. All the O's are worried about you and praying for a speedy recovery. Love ya, Di
Hey, Jacque!
Melanie just shared that you have a blog...what a grand idea! I've added you to my own prayer list as well as other friends...hang in there, girlfriend! Dustan and Dan send love too!
Hugs, Cheryl
I must admit - your blog has become quite addictive. I check and check to see if you've blogged. I'm hoping that you're busy with other things and that's why you haven't posted today and that you're not feeling bad again. You are due for some good news, good luck, good health.
Talk to you soon. ~Mel
Jacque, got this in an e-mail today and thought you could use a good laugh! Thinking of you girl!
Subject: Pocket Taser
ONLY A GUY WOULD DO THIS.
Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. This was submitted by a guy who purchased his lovely wife a "pocket Taser" for their anniversary.
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked
my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were suppose to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries,... right?
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way".
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my
best.....
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.... I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!%!@*!!!
I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!"
Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative.
SON-OF-A-.... that hurt like hell!!!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles. I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return. Still in shock, Tommy
Thanks for the laugh, Beth!
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