Cross-posting failing, DDoS attack, but BLESSINGS AT HOME

Man . . . what a drag that LiveJournal has had such intense DDoS attacks over the past few days. It’s probably those who would limit or eliminate freedom of speech and a platform for their citizens, alas. I haven’t seen any comments or been able to load my page or my friends’ pages. And my cross-posting from dreamwidth seems to be failing, at least for now. Bah!

Also, the agent who was so promising has found April too tough to warm up to. She says my prose is better than most writing that crosses her desk (though that may be damning with faint praise, considering what slush looks like!) and that the pacing of this one is really good. She just couldn’t warm up to April. Whether that’s because April thinks too much and is precocious, I don’t know. I’ve offered to send her other books, because she did like my writing. Still, that is another anvil to the head.

But! BUT! And again, BUT!!! (quoting from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, print edition)

Hubby’s trip has been cancelled! ! ! Prayers answered “yes!”

The big boss somehow came across the group’s recent financial transactions on their AmEx company cards, and thus discovered all the reservations and plane tickets and rented cars and so forth. Steam whistled from his wingnut ears as he shouted, “What the 3@$!% is this?” Apparently he didn’t think that sending five of the best (and ONLY) coders off on an 850-mile party trip for a short demo and a long picnic was at all sensible. He said that considering that they have a deadline of September 1st for the next software release, a delivery that has several important additions and upgrades and that CUSTOMERS are WAITING for, it was ridiculous for the programmers to lose almost ten days of work time. In fact, they could not finish the release on time if they left. So he put the kibosh on it, bless him.

It could have been a magical result of my “crushing their heads” the other night. Or it could just have been some semblance of management planning finally taking effect. They certainly need someone to make some PERT charts and so forth! It has been like a herd of cats up until now. Well, now they need leashes and litter boxes. If they’re going to sell a viable product to the military and to commercial interests, they’d better take off the hippie boots and tie-dye and get down to action! At least that’s what I envision the boss as having said. For once, I am on the side of The Man with this.

Mostly because I don’t have to miss a trip. *grin* Hubby and his co-worker (whose broken foot is still in a boot, with stitches, and he was supposed to drive a second Hummer! Ridiculous) are relieved, truth be told. I said that the first week of September Hubby must take a week or so of vacation and this family is going to GO SOMEWHERE FUN. Disneyland is first on my list . . . but we’ll see.

Could be that they’ll send a group to Savannah, GA, or San Diego, come September. Those locations would be quite acceptable to ME!

But the BIG blessing is that Mama didn’t have to be hospitalized. We went into the ER yesterday and sat and SAT while they took blood and did all sorts of tests. Then we sat watching “Two Stupid Dogs” on the teevee while they analyzed this. First they came to say that her hemoglobin was 10, down from 10.2 at the first of the month, so that is GOOD–for HER. She may be building herself up somewhat with the iron tabs and B-12 shots. (And eating right. Which she really still is not doing. Lots of crackers and leaving good stuff on the plate.) She had an irregular heartbeat, but they decided her potassium levels would return to normal if she’d just drop the Lasix; they weren’t that bad. They recommended she get a pacemaker check (“interrogation”) ASAP, so we’re waiting for a call back from her cardiologist. They also recommended she see a pulmonary doctor to ask whether her combo of asthma/COPD drugs could be improved. Otherwise, they said she should keep trying to build herself up. They want to wait until the last possible moment for any blood transfusion, because you CAN start rejecting them, which is the worst that can happen. They said that the shortness of breath and fatigue happens with older people and with anemia no matter what, so unless she gets markedly worse or develops other problems, we’re going to wait the five weeks and see the regular MD. (And get that pacemaker checked. They said it was double-firing now and then, which is sort of not supposed to happen very often. They were vague. She has right AND left bundle block, so they weren’t astounded or anything.)

Still, even though they sent us home, we were there from 10:30 AM to 3:45 PM. Mostly just sitting with all kinds of wires and tubes hooked up. Thank goodness all of that is there when you need it. But it is exhausting. We got home and the dog was absolutely ANGRY (some of which is ‘roid rage from the steroids he had to take early in the week), so we put him in the car and went off to get her a Luby’s veggie meal. By the time I got them back home and all unloaded, including lifting her walker and tote bags (we took supplies in case she was checked in) and the dog (eleven pounds!), I was pretty hot and tired. Did I mention that it was 104F? Not conducive to life on the planet. They have confused this planet with the surface of Mercury.

She was REALLY tired. She sat in that hospital bed like a pretzel. Those things just aren’t very comfy for her. So after an application of Arnica, a couple of Tylenol, a super-sized Diet Coke with Splenda and ice, and a package of frozen peas for her bad ankle, I flopped down beside the dog to watch Cash Cab. Mission accomplished.

. . . somewhat.

Anyway, we are saved from two possible disasters. Yay! And I am about to go practice the piano. I think I’ve nearly memorized Moment Musical 2. Well, the first page, anyway. Okay, just the top half of the first page. Still!

If only LJ stays up long enough to post this, we’ll be batting .500!


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s