Strangely, after 10 years of walking past the achor bar every night on the way home from work, the smell struck me as appealing and I needed to have some wings.

The were fried really perfect. I would get them again.






The healthy mixed green salad was my own home made addition.

I've always gotten migraines here and there. Even those visual auro eyegraines. My mom gets them too but they go away by the next day after a dark retreat.

This time it started two Thursdays ago and just never stopped. Over the weekend it was unbearable. I feel lightheaded and dizzy and forgetful. It's annoying as can be. My ears ring, I have trouble focusing and nightmares. The only thing I noticed before it started was a few weeks of tasting a soapy metallic taste all the time and being highly sensitive go smell. The soapy/metallic taste was a first for me. Perfume would make me want to puke.

Last Tuesday morning it was so bad I called my doctor, who said the earliest thry could see me the earliest on Tuesday (tomorrow) and that's just the primary care step one.

I decided finally on Sunday night that I was going to take a drill to my head. Seeing as that sounded deadly, I decided it was a better idea to try the OR. The doctor mentioned if it continued to get worse to go to the OR just in case it's meningitis or something like an anneurism. I was having radiating pain from the point of orgin in front of my upper spine and behind me right ear to my face.

Worst mistake in my life. I was there for like 8 hrs and got a magnesium drip for two and 25mg of benedryl. It helped a bit but I think just lying in a dark room for 8 hrs and not able to figure out the wifi helped.

They drew 5 viles of blood and took a urine sample but did no tests. What a waste of resources. I wonder if they will charge me for for. They also ran out of pillows which was kind of a nightmare for my neck. They told me the MRI would be like 16 hrs before I could get in. Then the guy said I could try a CT Scan but I was wasn't into the radiation just because of the convenience factor of it being available. I've had enough CT Scans during the Crohns years that unless I'm crunched in a car accident or there is something stuck in me like a knife, then I'm avoiding it.

One girl kept screaming her stomach was on fire. I felt a sadness for her. I remember the appendix situation and she was acting like she was in that state.

The ER at Buffalo General is a gross place. Everyone is sick as you'd expect but the place itself seems kind of gross. Just look at the channel changer. It looks like someone chewed it open. How can that be any bit sterile.

The bathroom was worse. There was piss all over and even those little bathroom flies. They ran out of pillows. No one came when I pressed the nurse button to ask if it was normal for blood to flow out my arm toward the bag.

I decided that I needed to get the heck out. I took off my oxygen reader, than the stickers on my chest to see if someone would come. Instead it was just a bunch of beeping. I pressed call again and eventually the PA came in. I said I was great and ready to go home though really I wasn't and just needed to get out.

I was a bit disoriented from the headache and the intravenous benedryl but walking home felt like total freedom. I will handle this much better as an outpatient. I now know, stroke, heart attack, burn, stab, accident, poison = ER only. Otherwise outpatient.

On the positive side the magnesium did help a bit with neck muscle pain. This morning I was still okay so we went for a bike ride to tift. The sun and the bumpy ride brought it back. So I tried some caffeine after reading it can help and ended up with an eyebrow twitch.

I hope there are answers and that they are something stupid like spine out of whack from bad posture or too much screen time. I read that stress can release cortisol which can reduce magnesium. Maybe thats it. I haven't barely had any real downtime. Even my days off are days on. Hopefully having another highly productive team member will help.

Masumi said maybe my recent dental work through off my something or other. My dad had some horrible neuro thing called trigeminal neuralgia. I hope it's not that.

Considering the Crohns went away and I thought I was going to did, I am willing to believe there is a resolution.

OK I'm not stopping till every I know goes and tells me how awesome it was.

These are Italian flat beans. I think I paid somewhere around $2 for a quart but maybe it was a slightly larger quantity. Every bean was perfect.

There is a new awesome coffee shop at the corner of North Pearl and Allen. They have a great selection of coffee drinks that all seem delicious. You should check it out.

They are open 6am to 10pm and its only a block from the medical campus.

This strikes me as racist but maybe I just haven't seen the matching Caillou animal.

If you don't you should just do all your produce shopping there. The prices are insane as is the selection. I even got fresh Lima beans which are amazing. I just cook em for like 15 minutes in simmering water.

I can't understand this style. It makes people look so mishapen. And the "long fit" hides the "drop crotch" anyways. (e:mike) said its my own inadequadecy that makes me not understand lol.

I say add a belt and make it a dress Ms. Christie style.

So riding my bike down elmwood yesterday, I rode close to this guy who was about to cross the street. He yelled something like "Hey you there watch out with your flying carpet." I feel like he had on a light blue sweatshirt with an American flag on it but maybe I'm making that part up.

I yelled back what did you say. He said something to the effect of, "Learn to respect America or go back home to Egypt. "

Not sure how to even respond to that being a non-egyptian, non-middle eastern, Italian heritage but born in America -American citizen, I reached deep down into my inner mafia and just started yelling towards him at the top of my lungs, "I hope your fucking die, with both my middle fingers up." At that point from an outsider's perspective, I probably appeared as the insane one.

I know I should have been the bigger man and just rode on figuring its probably some crazy vet with PTSD - but I didn't - I am not much of someone to back down in a yelling or written argument.

I think we probably would have both killed each other if guns were involved - all over a case of mistaken identify which is really crazy.

I wish I could say its the first time I've been harrased for being middle eastern or Jewish. Neither of which I am.

This is what I was wearing. Levis blue jeans, wrangler brown cuorduroy cowboy shirt.

I know the coop price is by pound but it still seems insanely high.

While in Pittsburgh we visited the Mattress Factory art museum. I really enjoyed the exhibits and the layout.

The Greer Lankton piece titles "Its about me, not you" was my favorite. It had such a intensely emotional and yet terrifying feel to it. It stuck me as so sad that the artist died at age 38. Being 38 it just seems so young.

The dolls in the piece were all so carefully constructed and reconstructed and arranged. It was as though she took her whole life before her death and summed it up in a room.

I wonder what my death room would look like if I made it now. A macbook and cell phone in an otherwise barren cube?