Fresh out of our new coffee roaster. Best frickin' espresso I've had in years!
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Excuses, excuses...a total downer
Oh man...I just can't catch a break this Fall/Winter. The swine flu, the appendectomy and all the complications afterward... I've been in the hospital 16 times since October, twice in the ICU. I'm only 30 years old, but feel much older!! My immune system is shot, my liver enzymes are haywire (all the meds have screwed me up)... I'm trying not to sound like a whiner. But, once again, I've been lost in the land of hospitals and Dr's, specialists and clinics...trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. I've been randomly spiking fevers (104 degrees F+) since mid-November, accompanied by intense abdominal pain, muscle and joint pain, nausea, delerium and headaches. So far it's all out of the realm of understanding or identifying, medically. My arms look like a junkie with really bad aim was let loose on them. I can't stand to wear short sleeves right now! I'm not rich enough to continue trying to find out what's wrong, but I also can't function a normal, everyday life. Our savings is drained, my checking accounts are nearly bottomed out...the stress of that isn't helping, I'm sure.
Has anyone ever heard of someone having this kind of symptomology, a friend, a relative? Are any of you readers in the medical field and would you be willing to point me in he right direction? I feel totally lost, and I'm teetering dangerously on the cusp of depression. At this point, not knowing what's wrong is much worse than having some kind of diagnosis. I don't like the idea of being stabbed in the back...I want to look my attacker in the eyes and unleash my rage on it!!
So, that's why I haven't been posting. It's depressing and I'm not a pity case. It sucks, big-time, all the same, not having anyone to talk to about it aside from my partner who is living through it with me.
Guh.
To lighten the mood: Christmas is rapidly approaching and I'm dying to start roasting our own coffee with the home roaster that I bought Josh, and start making my own cappuccino's (bone dry, with a touch of real butter caramel in the bottom) with the 20 bar pump espresso machine that Josh got for me. We have been very strong, and not given in to the temptation of opening those particular presents early. These are the only gifts that we know exactly what each of us bought...it just made sense because of how synergistic they happened to be to each other. I have a feeling some of it came from the NFL Pro-shop, which makes me feel very optimistic that perhaps somebody found that hat I've been trying to get my hands on for a few years now...
We aren't going to be able to make it up to Eastern Washington to visit our families this year (I shouldn't travel yet, too risky), but we have our own delightfully campy fiber-optic tree surrounded by pretty wrapped gifts, and we have our kitties to share the day with, maybe even steam them some Catsip (If you have kitties, go to your local supermarket and pick some up, I guarantee your little ones will LOVE it!) into a frothy treat. Kitticcino?
Thanks for reading. Happy Holidays everyone!
- Kelsey
Has anyone ever heard of someone having this kind of symptomology, a friend, a relative? Are any of you readers in the medical field and would you be willing to point me in he right direction? I feel totally lost, and I'm teetering dangerously on the cusp of depression. At this point, not knowing what's wrong is much worse than having some kind of diagnosis. I don't like the idea of being stabbed in the back...I want to look my attacker in the eyes and unleash my rage on it!!
So, that's why I haven't been posting. It's depressing and I'm not a pity case. It sucks, big-time, all the same, not having anyone to talk to about it aside from my partner who is living through it with me.
Guh.
To lighten the mood: Christmas is rapidly approaching and I'm dying to start roasting our own coffee with the home roaster that I bought Josh, and start making my own cappuccino's (bone dry, with a touch of real butter caramel in the bottom) with the 20 bar pump espresso machine that Josh got for me. We have been very strong, and not given in to the temptation of opening those particular presents early. These are the only gifts that we know exactly what each of us bought...it just made sense because of how synergistic they happened to be to each other. I have a feeling some of it came from the NFL Pro-shop, which makes me feel very optimistic that perhaps somebody found that hat I've been trying to get my hands on for a few years now...
We aren't going to be able to make it up to Eastern Washington to visit our families this year (I shouldn't travel yet, too risky), but we have our own delightfully campy fiber-optic tree surrounded by pretty wrapped gifts, and we have our kitties to share the day with, maybe even steam them some Catsip (If you have kitties, go to your local supermarket and pick some up, I guarantee your little ones will LOVE it!) into a frothy treat. Kitticcino?
Thanks for reading. Happy Holidays everyone!
- Kelsey
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