Bleh

Well I'm sick. Like flu or cold sick. Coughing a lot, blood sugar stays high without eating. Sucks because I have a ton of work to do but need rest. Seem to have more work than ever, which is good. Just need to start billing. Not getting any writing done. Manage to get a chapter read every couple of days in the Simon R. Green book, Just Another Judgement Day (Nightside, Book 9). Scene in it actually made me tear up. It was a brutal scene not expected in a Nightside book.

Watched THE HOUSE BUNNY last night for some mindless entertainment. Got a couple of good laughs out of it.

So I watched the Super Bowl for the first time in probably a decade. Had no intention of doing so, but got drawn in by the fact that stuff was actually happening. I grew up in Philadelphia going Eagles games and basically being a jockish kid until I stopped growing in 4-5th grade. Kind of hard to keep up with playing sports when everyone is getting a lot bigger while I'm staying forever in the body of a child. So I moved on and pro sports became fairly meaningless to me. But I've always appreciated good plays and just a good game in general. I don't like the way pro athletes act. One of the main reasons for my not liking pro sports, but I do like things like the Olympics. Most amateur athletes doing a sport for the for themselves and competition. Dedicating themselves to an ideal not a paycheck.

Inspiration

I watched this story on 20/20 when I got home from the club tonight. Probably not the best time to watch it since when I've been drinking I'm easily affected by emotional stories. It both destroyed and filled me with such an amazing feeling of being glad I'm a human. This girl went through hell because of her fucking loser mom, then was taken in by a couple who are, in my eyes, literally angels walking on earth. Her adoptive parents are the kind of people that remind you of what true humanity, true caring is and should be. And the girl is such an inspiration of how people can overcome the shittiest stuff the world can throw at you. It's long, but watch it, it will touch you.

http://abcnews.go.com/2020/story?id=6603485&page=1

It's Official...

For the first time in 24 years I'm unemployed. I've only had 3 main jobs in my life, Winn Dixie when I was 17 for 3+ years, Peaches Music for 5.5 years and then DeFalco ad agency where I've been for almost 15 years. The company is basically done for and they let me go today. I keep--almost--getting upset. I knew this was coming, but wasn't expecting it today. Kind of a relief as it means it's time to move on and focus on doing something different. Problem is this economy sucks and it may not be easy to just simply get another job, especially making what I did there and have the freedom and schedule I did there as well. SO things are kind of scary right now.

I think I will head to Seattle for a week or two and visit my dad and grandmother. Dad lives at the base of Mt. Ranier and I think I could stand to stare at the mountains for a little while and breath in some cold air. Recharge, chill out and come up with a plan. Maybe get some more writing done. Even just starting to write again would be good.

Need to focus on publishing and get books out to keep income coming in.

The owner of the ad agency is going to keep paying my insurance for me so I don't lose it. But who knows how long the company will remain standing. Everyone is supposed to start working from their homes in November. I don't think that will last long since they just lost their other huge client, a dealership chain like Bill Heard that is folding too. My boss and Krista are going to be working out of my boss' house. That's scary itself.

Everything is a mess, but I pl;an on DJing tonight so hopefully it won't be dead ans suck. But I know next week will be good. Then I'll probably be gone for a few weeks. We'll see.

First review of THE FALLEN

http://www.mania.com/weekly-book-buzz-salvatores-latest-drizzt-dourden-novel_article_110304.html

Circling the Drain

So the client we were hoping would save the company, Bill Heard Chevrolet, just closed all its stores. So, it basically means I will be out of a job any day now. They were supposed to be our shining hope, but the meeting on Friday produced nothing and now we know why.

Also, the owner's brother pulled all his clients out of the company this week. This after just last week he told me it would be a few months before he would do that.

So, the company is circling the drain and I will be fucked. I will probably be let go tomorrow. Major suckage.

I may be able to find another job, but not making the money I did here. This is going to be rough.

If only I were gay I'd of thought I was in heaven!

So I came to on Friday afternoon on my couch with five paramedics around me, sensors all over my chest and stomach, an IV in my left arm and my upstairs neighbor standing there wondering what the fuck was going on.

Seems sometime after noon I called my boss to explain why I wasn't at work yet, but apparently it came out more like a bunch of grunts, mumbling and slurred words. Then I just hung up on her. So her and Krista were obviously concerned and called 911 and sent them to my condo.

Here's what I remember... Calling Heather................waking up on the couch.

Once I was coherent enough to realize the paramedics GOT IN somehow I freaked thinking they busted the door down. But seems as though I answered the door. Don't remember it. Krista got Lynn's phone number somehow and my boss called her and seems as though I talked to Lynn while the paramedics were working on me. Don't remember it. It's a really fucking weird feeling to have an hour you don't remember.

So what caused the fun? Hypoglycemia or low blood sugar. I was so pissed and embarrassed. I've been having problems with this since the surgery. Basically it bottoms out while I'm sleeping. I came home from the club and my blood sugar was at 170, which is where I want it when I'm out. So fine. I ate some oatmeal, 30 carbs which equals 120 blood sugar points, which would have brought my level to 290 which is high, but because of the issues with it dropping and the fact I had two drinks WAY early in the evening and alcohol lowers blood sugar, I didn't take any insulin which should have kept the level high until morning. Obviously it didn't. I KNOW the fucking math. Why the hell did this happen again?

I felt like such an ass. The paramedic said not to stress it because they see this all the time, like a couple of times a week. I'm just glad the firehouse is literally across the street from me.

I'm also really grateful for Heather and Krista calling 911 for me. Probably saved my life. Going to the diabetes doctor on Wednesday and I'm going to try and figure out what the fuck is up with oatmeal lowering my blood sugar so drastically. I've adjusted my insulin pump's hourly rate down some and the levels have been higher, but I'm too afraid to eat oatmeal late at night until I know what the hell is up.

I have a nice giant bruise on my arm where the IV was to remember it all by for a little while at least.

In other news:

Watching the Emmys was a painful experience. I kept having to change the channel as some of it was so uncomfortable. Like the LAUGH-IN thing. JESUS!!! Don Rickles' speech was the only funny thing in it. I didn't like the way they cut off people who were making political statements.

Damon Hits It On the Head!