Well, it looks like they did find something, not quite sure what yet. Trying to call the gastro guy, but it's been busy.
In the interim, trying to work and keep my mind off my problems, have another column due for Done Deal and trying to set up a collaboration project.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
No News Is Good News
I'm still no closer to figuring out why my tummy has been on the bum, the colonoscopy showed zilch, so onto the next test. I never want to drink water again.
On the bright side, I'm still sending out queries hoping to find my champion for HOOD. One bozo passed on it this week with a "enjoyed the read" but not "enthused enough to take on a new client". I shot back (well, I wasn't feeling well that day) with a "how enthused do you have to be" thingie. Guess I can strike that idiot off my Christmas card list.
On the bright side, I'm still sending out queries hoping to find my champion for HOOD. One bozo passed on it this week with a "enjoyed the read" but not "enthused enough to take on a new client". I shot back (well, I wasn't feeling well that day) with a "how enthused do you have to be" thingie. Guess I can strike that idiot off my Christmas card list.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Here. There. Everywhere. Nowhere.
Well, according to my horroscope, I'm supposed to get a "gift" from the universe this week. I for one hope so. I'm sure as hell tired of the shit I've been getting thus far.
I am working on like ten different projects at the same time. Still haven't had any luck with HOOD as yet but hope springs eternal.
Otherwise, I've been living on Kao and Pepto and hanging on for the colonosocopy next week. Ugh. After weeks of feeling like dog turd, I would like to get to the bottom of this (sorry, pun intended). Whatever is, I just want to know what it is, get it resolved and return to my usual happy, creative, peppy self.
I am working on like ten different projects at the same time. Still haven't had any luck with HOOD as yet but hope springs eternal.
Otherwise, I've been living on Kao and Pepto and hanging on for the colonosocopy next week. Ugh. After weeks of feeling like dog turd, I would like to get to the bottom of this (sorry, pun intended). Whatever is, I just want to know what it is, get it resolved and return to my usual happy, creative, peppy self.
Monday, April 04, 2005
More More More Showtime Showings Of My Movie!
Friday, April 01, 2005
The Terry Go Round Continues
At least Terri Schiavo is in a better place, but the fallout continues. It's Terri TV all the time for CNN and all the other cable news channels. Funny how Hannity and Co. only got on board the Terri Train only when the right to lifers at any cost (the hell with quality of life) blew it up into such a media circus.
I have no doubt that DeLay and Friends thought that having Bush Lite rush back to the White House in the middle of the night to sign their idiotic bill (what, no fax machines in Crawford) would be universally hailed. Instead, imagine their shock and surprise when it was universally reviled. Thank God that an overwhelming majority of the public saw the DeLay Show for the pandering circus it was, and this was even before news got out that Tom Thumb pulled the plug on his father.
But as Jeff Greenfield from CNN keeps saying, people are now having a "conversation" regarding their own wishes in their regard, and to have it in writing. However, that wouldn't have helped Terri Schiavo, as according to court documents, the Schindlers would have disregarded a living will if Terri had left one instructing that she not be kept "alive" in such a manner.
I also wish some talking head would point out that it's only been a relatively recent development that Terri's blood relatives disputed that she was in a PVS state (this according to Jay Wolfson, Terri's former GAL). They had no problem accepting this poor diagnosis...until they realized it hurt their cause.
What a week. The Pope is also in grave condition, Prince Ranier's organs are shutting down, and chicken king Frank Perdue died after a brief illness. Too many undercooked chicken breasts?
As for me, I'm dragging my sorry ass around (literally) as my tummy is still roiling. The gastro guy says it might be some kind of infection (from that awful flu I had) or maybe some kind of parasite. In the meantime, all I know is, I'm miserable. As I told the doc, give me Pepto, Kaopectate or Johnnie Walker Red, give me something, anything, as I want my life back.
In screenwriting news, I've got a new column coming out on Done Deal, got a few more nibbles here and there, and a pass on HOOD (the SOB).
I have no doubt that DeLay and Friends thought that having Bush Lite rush back to the White House in the middle of the night to sign their idiotic bill (what, no fax machines in Crawford) would be universally hailed. Instead, imagine their shock and surprise when it was universally reviled. Thank God that an overwhelming majority of the public saw the DeLay Show for the pandering circus it was, and this was even before news got out that Tom Thumb pulled the plug on his father.
But as Jeff Greenfield from CNN keeps saying, people are now having a "conversation" regarding their own wishes in their regard, and to have it in writing. However, that wouldn't have helped Terri Schiavo, as according to court documents, the Schindlers would have disregarded a living will if Terri had left one instructing that she not be kept "alive" in such a manner.
I also wish some talking head would point out that it's only been a relatively recent development that Terri's blood relatives disputed that she was in a PVS state (this according to Jay Wolfson, Terri's former GAL). They had no problem accepting this poor diagnosis...until they realized it hurt their cause.
What a week. The Pope is also in grave condition, Prince Ranier's organs are shutting down, and chicken king Frank Perdue died after a brief illness. Too many undercooked chicken breasts?
As for me, I'm dragging my sorry ass around (literally) as my tummy is still roiling. The gastro guy says it might be some kind of infection (from that awful flu I had) or maybe some kind of parasite. In the meantime, all I know is, I'm miserable. As I told the doc, give me Pepto, Kaopectate or Johnnie Walker Red, give me something, anything, as I want my life back.
In screenwriting news, I've got a new column coming out on Done Deal, got a few more nibbles here and there, and a pass on HOOD (the SOB).
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