So just the other day my dad was diagnosed with colon cancer. Very few of you know my dad, but if you did, you would know that he is just one of the best guys in the world, and for sure the best daddy for this daddy's girl. So naturally this news struck me very heavily.

He was diagnosed on Tuesday, and he will have removal surgery on Wednesday, perhaps followed by radiation/chemo. A little bit nuts. Last time I was home I realized how nice it was to live far away from my family - cause, you know, there all crazy and all.... but it's times like this I really hate being far away; I would love to be there for my dad on wednesday, but the plane ticket isn't in my budget at all.

It's weird too because something like this makes you think about .... hm, kind of peripheral things that you wouldn't think you'd think about.... like I'm just worrying even more so, kind of, about my mom, because I think my dad's the only thing that's kept her together at different times throughout their 35 of being married, and I just don't know how she would manage if my dad wasn't around.

Now, I'm totally feeling super optimistic about everything, and colon cancer's the most recoverable, and I'm really not too concerned that he's not going to be around (at least not yet, I guess) but it's just odd the things that come into your head. I worry if they have enough money, if his insurance is good to cover everything, all that stuff - mom type of stuff to worry about. Well, I guess that makes sense.

So, anyways, guys, especially those that are ripening nicely in age, go get checked out, it's super important!

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Woman performs caesarean on self

"Woman performs own caesarean to save baby

(Reuters) -- A pregnant woman in Mexico gave birth to a healthy baby boy after performing a caesarean section on herself with a kitchen knife, doctors said on Tuesday.

It is thought to be the first known case of a self-inflicted caesarean in which both the mother and baby survived.

The unidentified 40-year-old, who lived in a rural area without electricity, running water or sanitation that was an eight-hour drive from the nearest hospital, performed the operation when she could not deliver the baby naturally.

She had lost a previous baby due to labor complications.

"She took three small glasses of hard liquor and, using a kitchen knife, sliced her abdomen in three attempts...and delivered a male infant that breathed immediately and cried," said Dr R.F. Valle, of the Dr Manuel Velasco Suarez Hospital in San Pablo, Mexico.

Valle recounted the event in a report in the International Journal of Gynecology and Obstetrics.

Before losing consciousness the woman told one of her children to call a local nurse for help. After the nurse stitched the wound with a sewing needle and cotton thread, the mother and baby were transferred and treated by Valle and his colleagues at the nearest hospital.

"This case represents an unusual and extraordinary decision by a women in labour who, unable to deliver herself spontaneously, and with no medical help or resources, decided to perform a caesarean section upon herself," Valle said.

He added that a mother's instinct to save her child can move a woman to perform extraordinary acts but said it would not have been necessary if adequate medical care had been available."





I just wonder, did she drink the hard liquor for courage/numbness (probably not to much more harmful than general anethesia) or use it to dip the knife in? Probably both....

I've had a c-section, and can't even imagine giving myself one! Props to her, I think!

So for some reason I got the bright idea into my head last night, after already having about 4 or 5 cocktails at home, to go to the bar at like 9:00 last night. This is what happens when I pretend to be a good girl for a while - I just end up doing something stupid like getting totally f'd up on a "school night". Stupid.

O ye coffee!
O ye water!
O ye advil!
O ye poppy-seed bagel....

Bring together your magic forces to sponge up the bourbon in me tummy!

If you're ever in San Diego and in need of a strong cheap drink, the Kensington Club in the Ab-normal Heights is the place to go! (unless you have to work in the morning!) Bastards!

Also, it's not my birthday today! Happy birthday to all! And a very merry un-birthday to the rest!

Is there an easier way to respond to someone's comments? If so, I'm in the dark...Anywho, Paul, Bob is actually doing pretty well. Not like he's all cleaned up andmade a bunch of progress, but he's out of the phase of destroying things with a sledgehammer (that was scary for a while, I assure you!). Also, he spent about $17,000 getting his teeth fixed, so he's got a brand-new grill and feeling pretty good about that.Ladycroft, no I didn't donate it. I think I might have if I had cut it, say, to my shoulders. But no, I kept it. Also, sorry for keeping you up at Paul's party in August!

Theecarey, speaking of painful hair situations, I used to live right across from, oh gosh, I guess Das Boot isn't there anymore, but a few doors down from Pano's (1097 or 1079 Elmwood). It was a very loooong apartment with a long hallway down the side, and rooms all off to the left of that. Anyway, I used to get going a full run down that hallway, and all of the sudden my hair would catch on a nail (of which, for some reason, there were countless many of in the doorways and walls) and literally throw me to the ground. Actually, that happened a lot. I was ususally not very sober, so found it terribly humorous (I still do!). Also, sometimes I would be dreaming of drowning in seaweed, and wake to find my hair wrapped insanely around my arms at the pits - it would take me awhile to figure my out of it!

For those of you who don't know me, you're all big deal , you cut your hair. For those of you that do know me, you're probably wondering if I've finally smoked all my brains away.....

No, it was just time to do it. I haven't cut it in about 3 years, and it was the longest it had ever been, way down past my butt. If you look real close at my user pic, you can see that it actually extends past my elbow, you can see it a little on the step by my right hand. (to the point that, at work, I'd have to be careful coming out of the bathroom to make sure I didn't have a foot of hair stuck in my pants!) My friend Jill cut it (bob's daughter, tracy's sister), and she did a pretty good job. I told her I wanted half between a Farrah Fawcett and a shag - a little bit nuts, I know. Also, I colored it red, because when I was a youngin prancing around buffalo, every autumn my hair turned red all on it's own (well, reddish). Paul I'm sure will remember this. She cut about a foot and a half off, and although it still runs half-way down my back, I kind of consider myself a short-hair now.

The weird thing is (and I know this is going to sound totally stupid - because it did to me when I thought it out in words) that I'm still the same person. It's weird when you put emotional attachments into things. I've never been one to do this with materialistic things like my car and my stuff (who cares, really?) (well, although my passport is my prized possession - which expires in less than a year -AHHH!), but to me my hair was seriously part of who I am. I really thought I would feel and think differently without the same hair - to my surprise the only difference is my conditioner bill and combing-time (yes, I actually can comb it now!).

It's a little bit nuts. If I had a digital camera, I would show you before's and after's. Bob took some pictures. Maybe I'll post them later.