Fuzzy's Romp Room

OMG, Fuzzy, those pics are hysterical! The one that is sideways so that it makes you turn your head sideways totally made me LOL.

When I caught on fire, it did kinda hurt. ;>)  I was alone . . . as usual. I had finished cleaning the bird cage really well outside. It was an August evening, and I decided to light the tiki torches and drink some beer. At some point I had stepped away from my relaxation area, probably to finish up with the bird cage. Anyway, when I turned around, I saw fire running down the stem of the tiki torch, fire on the grass under the tiki torch, and fire in the "anti-gravity chair" next to the tiki torch. I had been making a sort of patio on the side of my house there, with large rock slabs and dirt. I started picking up the dirt to throw on the fire, so I was bent over. That was when it made like a volcano and spewed. It landed on my back and it was hot and it hurt. Everything went into extremely slow motion. I felt it land on my back, felt the burning, then heard the pffff (which must have been when my shirt erupted into flames). I thought "I think I'm on fire. I should scream." So I screamed briefly. Then I thought "that's not helping at all. Stop, drop, and roll." Thank God I remembered to do that because by now it was starting to catch my hair on fire. So I dropped and rolled and oh how it hurt. Then I tore off my shirt because it still felt like it was burning. Duh. And I ran in the house and poured ice cubes on the rug and laid on that and tried calling a friend. No answer. So I would get up and knock on my neighbor's door (right next to my door) and run back to the ice cube rug. I did that a couple times and he finally came out and I hollered for him. He came in and called 911 like I should have done. I heard the sirens indicating the ambulance was coming, and I was happy because I knew they would stop the pain. They stopped the pain very soon after arriving, and the next thing I remember I wake up in the Burn ICU of John's Hopkins.

Mom totally LOVED that call the next morning.

WOW Dune!  That's just crazy, I cannot imagine!  Creative first aid with the ice cubes and the rug!

I know that pancreatic cancer is really not on topic here but im devistated over this loss.my dear friend in texas has lost 3 brothers to cancer.all young.I just go a message from another friend that her brother in law has the same ti=hing...WTF..is ther an epedemic?????

When I posted this on fb.my friends daughter who lost her sista 2 yrs ago to that disease says th omeone workin on a cure...

sure and pigs fly!!!!either the fda or the fca will put the kabash on it....

Im losing my faith in them ever findig a cure for any cancer!!!!!

betta go to sleep before i get this skinny ass in trouble.

cancer suks!!!!!I hate you!!!!!find the damn cure or vacine...The friggin clock is tickin.

end of rant.thanks for listening...huggggs K

Just read three-plus pages.  The emotions roll up the mountain and down the other side, like a freight train with tons of shit and happy balloons filled with helium and little bc chicks who have been sucking down the helium and when that wears off, crying huge tears and cursing beneath the full moon.  Hell.

Dunes, what a story!  Next time, 911, right?  Fuzzy, remember the parenting is for us to make us wiser and stronger, that is what I always tell myself.  Nancy, so good to see you, hugs still.  GrannyDukes, put em up, let em have it, too many dying, we need a song like the Peter Paul and Mary one, remember How Many Roads must a man walk down? Blowing in the Wind, it was.  A bc song, a cancer song.  Ginger, i was going to say that, about Veggy, Fried Green Tomatoes, Veggy, slam the hell out of their car next time, sure your insurance will go up or they will DROP YOU but it would be so much fun, right?  Sassy, got the message about the Pink Revolution, good ideals, what a lot of thinking it would take, how about a designated group to work out details together?

The worst thing that happened to me today, my mop broke and I got stung by a bee in my cancer lymph node armpit where the LE arm feels like a dead asleep foot, and it hurt anyway.  SSSSSoooooooo Now, you have to know for my pride's sake that our house is really clean, but it stays that way because every two weeks we go through this routine.  We brush dog, trim the dog, wash dog, then again, then again, then condition the dog, tie him on cement in garage to dry so he will not roll in anything, then we literally RAKE the carpets with a leaf rake, all directions and still pulling up fur - and we have Granimal Dyson..... and we vaccuum, sweep and scrub floor and wash his quilts (yes, quilts, the dog is too big for blankies) and then brush the dog again and then Hubby shop vacs Suburban then he uses the shop vac on the dog.  There, that should keep the furballs from flying around here.  But no, he is so fluffy fuzzy there are poofs of clean wispy furballs everywhere already today.  And today when I was just beginning to mop 2 bath floor, 1 foyer, kitchen and mudroom, the top 1/3 of my mop broke off and cut my hand and arm, not too bad, long scratches.  This is cuz a few times back Hubby used it and did not use proper leverage for wringing it out and bent the top almost off, today it went off completely.  My Hubby is in mechanical mainenance in the huge machines and furnaces at the steel mill, but he does not understand the leverage of mops.  So my mop broke and I finished the floor anyway.  Then took dog out and was holding nose while he oopah-ed and a bee was under my arm, the LE numb as a foot asleep arm, and it stung me and I looked but didn't see anythng so thought it was more nerve damage hurting me, I cannot feel a thing otherwise.  So put arm down again and bee stung me again, obviously not a honey bee.  Hubby put Rescue Remedy on me, then baking soda solution with the peeled out wet inside of the egg shell over that to draw sting.  I feel nothing.  Then Hubby said """maybe the good Lord sent the bee to sting you where the cancer is for your immune system, there are people who are using bee stings for healing."""  and I am thinking WHAT??!! WTF#** WTH*^# WHO IS THIS PERSON?????????  But he really keeps me entertained.

My story is not horrifying like Dunes - but I hope my story entertained you a little, kind of like helium balloons blowing over a trainload of bc women full of hot air sucking down the helium and singing Blowing in the Wind.  Or better yet, all of them hanging off a hot air balloon and sucking helium......

click to see when cows fly and the really scarey bird.

Sassy - I too prefer the coyotes, they do not break into my home.  Well they might if they could see my skunk running around in here, well maybe not bcz she looks like a skunk and no one likes skunks, even though she does not smell like a skunk, so I guess the coyotes would see her and just leave.  And the ancient medicine, it is only missing to this great extent in the USA.  But it is coming back.  But for the younger generations, if they could only get on the homeopathic remedies while young to divert future diseases they are destined to genetically with inherent miasms, it would relieve so much suffering.  But there are only a few doctors now to guide them through, at least here.  I studied to be a homeopath for three years, a lot on my own to test in at a more advanced level, I wanted it so much but I realized I wanted to not be in prison even more, that is the state of medicine in this country, so I quit and went to the flower essences and Bowen thereapy and stuff I do or did do.  Now I do nothing but write and heal ... time for myself for awile.  Am better though, much better.  Though for awhile it was questionable, now I think I did come here to the hill to heal.

To all, will see you all later, I read every word to catch up.  Off to bed, late as usual, but I did get a nappie before Hubby left for work.

LOVEEssa

Another day.........................

It is so very heartbreaking about Marybe. I only "spoke" to her a handful of times. When I finally opened her "Red devil..." thread and read her first paragraph, I realized I missed out on the opportunity of getting to know a kindred spirit. I wish I had taken the time to get to know her better. The more I read, the more I find out what an extraordinary woman she is. I so hope all of this isn't due to errors of her medical team. Hopefully, the left hand not talking to the right wasn't an issue in this nightmare. It all seemed to go downhill so fast....makes you wonder if some mistakes weren't made.

I'm so sorry for the loss of your hubby, ducky. I know that even after 21 years the loss still hurts. Pancreatic cancer is a bitch...cancer at it's worst.

Granny, so sorry for your loss.

Going to get my youngest prepared for his first day of high school today. He's soooooo excited. My baby, all grown up. Don't know why that makes me cry, but it does. I don't want him to have to navigate this life without me.

Anyway, don't want to get in to too much depressing rambling because I have a lot to be grateful for.

Hope everyone has a good day.

Hi Audrey. Hang in there. I gave them up February 11th, 4 days after finding the lump. I still crave them occasionally. In fact, I just had a crave about a half hour ago, probably because I've been working my butt off cleaning this house. Now I'm all sweaty. Need a shower. But I am whooped!

Wow audrey you have been busy! But congrats to you i am still a smoker and to my suprise my MO said now is not the time to try to quit. Dont think i could anyway, so big kudos to u. And OMG a possum? How cool is that!

Good luck Dune.............hugs and prayers..................we love you

Good luck Dune!

Please let me know what it's like to be squishy. I'm jealous, seriously.

LMAO Mz!!!!

Hey everyone. I got home around 12:30 or 1:00. That was after stopping at Panera's after the surgery. I'm always hungry after anaesthesia. Only a slight bit of pain in the boob. I am going to try to take a nap. Dang! I just thought of something. I should have asked for my turtle shell. I could torment the hell out of it like it tormented me. muahahahaha. Squishie side, I have arrived. I hope you all enjoyed the magaritas. The anaesthesiologist/bartender was very talented indeed.

Nancy, I completely agree. Peace, love, and happiness are waiting for us on the other side. I hope Marybe is happy to be there. I know her family and friends will miss her, though.

Ugh. Hate this disease!