Shakylegs

Sez you

Remember how I mentioned that a puggle would be cute? And y'all jumped up my ass for saying anything nice about pugs? Yeah, well, how could you not like these?

posted by Michel @ 6:37 PM 8 comments

Take another little piece of my heart now, baby

Had a biopsy this morning. I usually have one every couple years, but today they chose to go through the jugular. Less invasive that way, rather than the femural artery, something that will keep you bleeding for an hour. I didn't think I would ever have a neckal (all terms highly technical) biopsy again because, for reasons of self-preservation, that particular vein seems to retract whenever a scalpel gets near it.
Anyhow, I spend last night going hungry, drinking lotsa water, because the docs want your blood vessels thick and liquidy. No coffee this morning, no food in the past 12 hours, and off to the hospital I go. Sign in, strip to my (clean, thanks for the childhood advice, mom!) skivvies and go to OR. Get prepped by three really hot nurses (I swear, they hire young, attractive nurses in order to give us something to hope for) and get laid out like a slab of meat.
The doctor is training a resident, so I get to hear even more about the procedure. "So, we freeze this part of the neck, but we have to find an area that isn't scarred. Oh, and we only freeze partly, so that the vein doesn't retract even more." They then cut into the jugular, and stick in a tube. This tube is used to guide the biotome (a wire with clasping hooks at one end) to the heart. When this biotome is inserted, you can actually feel it passing under your lungs, bumping against your sternum and, worst, your oesophagus, causing a slight gag reflex. It then travels through the right atrium of the heart, and presses against the tricuspid valve. Watching via a monitor, the doctor waits for the valve to open and, when it does, pushes the biotome through, reaching to the bottom of the ventricle. And then, grabs the heart muscle and tugs, until a piece pulls off. You can't feel that, because there are no nerves in that part of the heart, but you feel the muscles and other body parts around that area react as the heart is pulled upwards. Repeat. Again. And again. Those little pieces are then sent off to a lab, and I'm sent off on my merry way.
But, damn, my neck hurts.

posted by Michel @ 12:13 PM 10 comments

Right there, that's the spot

Following a massage yesterday, I'm not sure, but I think I might have bruises on my back.

posted by Michel @ 1:04 PM 6 comments

Miracle on ice

Sweden beats USA in women's hockey. This makes me very, very happy.

posted by Michel @ 3:04 PM 1 comments

For the ladies

Your own shower slave. No need to thank me, I aim to please.

posted by Michel @ 11:51 AM 4 comments

I would like to point out

Although I've been (unjustly, in my opinion) accused of being snarky in the face of victory, twas not I who let out an ear-piercing, blood-curdling scream of intense pleasure when we momentarily (emphasis on "momentarily") took the lead in last night's little trivia contest.
Okay, I may have whooped it up, a bit, just a tiny bit, but no one's ears were left ringing afterward. So there.
Neener neener.

posted by Michel @ 4:12 PM 0 comments

If you're not watching...

How I Met Your Mother, then you really are missing out on something enjoyable. I've mentioned it before, this is one of the best things on the tube, Doogie Howser is all-growed up, and Alyson Hannigan rocks my world. (I'm still bitter about that restraining order, but we all have our crosses to bear.)
Anyhow, you'll get more priceless oneliners in 30 minutes than you will anywhere else. Case in point: freeze-frame high five!
And why do I mention that? Because I fully intend on using it tonight when we kick ass at trivia.

posted by Michel @ 2:09 PM 6 comments

Should I bid on this?

Slightly Used Washed-up Habs Goalie Jose Theodore for sale on eBay.
I would laugh, if it weren't so sad.

posted by Michel @ 5:23 PM 5 comments