No Regrets

My inbox has been pretty full since Wednesday. People have been sending me all these little hate messages about why I shoudn't have posted about that tape. But you know what? They should be thanking me instead of calling me all kinds of names. If they're so sure that I'm the cause of what's happened, that is. To be honest? I think this is just one of those many "mature, adult" hissy fits that Jana's throwing because she doesn't want to admit that she's wrong. She was wrong. There's no doubt in my mind about that. There have been times when I was wrong, and I admitted it and went on. No big deal. I never died because of it. There are more important things that I could be doing than fighting with people. I don't know why I'm labeled as the one that started all of this. As far as I know, I didn't write the post that started it all. Or maybe I did. I'd hate to have to be right here, and there's only one way to find out, right?

No, no long distant phone calls. I'll have to do this the old fashioned way. And in all respect to everyone out there, I shouldn't have to do this at all. But I have to. If Jana's waiting for Isaac to say something, she might as well stop holding her breath. It's not gonna happen.

I Am Finally A Benefit

I looked through some catalogues today, at kitchen things for Jade. I think that she's going to like the Christmas surprise that I've got planned for her. Or at least I think I do. I picked out silverware, a wooden table and chairs, a waffle iron, dishes, and a wooden tray for her to bring me my meals on. Ha ha. Kidding!!! But I can't stop thanking Jana enough for helping me get back on the narcotics.... I missed these little guys and the feelings they gave me!! I feel hazy again. I think I'll sleep a little while longer....

The Great Coffee Caper

I did a no-no today.

A grumpy sub nurse wouldn't get coffee for me. She said she didn't do coffee and told me to do it myself.

Well at first I kept buzzing her. Then I went to the wing doors and complained. She told me she was going to knock me out ... grrrr! But she still wouldn't get the coffee.

My head was hurting really bad so I said to myself, "To hell with it, I'd do it myself."

I had to pull my IV stand. When I got to the coffee pot... ugh, no cups! So I took the whole thing back to my room. Mwa haha... it was a new pot, and she didn't do coffee.

It took me about 30 minutes to walk about 30 feet and get back. I left a trail to my room. Haha. Later she came in and said she was making a report on me. Haha. Then she took the pot away and said, "You want coffee mister? I'll give you coffee."

She came back with one of those catheters filled with coffee and hung it with my meds. Grrr... grumble grumble! Well, she po'd me. Nurse Ratchet!

Her replacement didn't find her coffee bag very entertaining, and I got in trouble for going out of my area.

Before I plotted the attack, I tried to think of ways to get help. I e-mailed mom but guess she didn't check in. I was gonna load up the Super Soaker400 but I was one handed.

It was funny - me against the grumpy sub nurse. Coffee = Caffeine = Help bad headache. Hey, the doc ok'd it earlier.

Hmmmm... maybe I'll just get them to put a coffee machine in my room.

No Dog, I'm Sick Of It!!

I am in the hospital. I did not even attempt to write blog entries like everyone else did. But I have quite a bit to say today, so bere with me, and we'll get through this with the least ammount of blood shed.

Ever heard of "false remission"?? That's what happened to me. I'm no better, but no worse either. So, Darren came in yesterday morning to have his tonsils out. He and James really shouldn't have been kissing all those times!!! But anyway, Dr. Craig thought that Jade was ready to start a surgery on her own. She wasn't, but she went ahead and started the surgery, and when Dr. Craig came in, he had her finish it up. She scrapped Darren's vocal cords, and she knew when she did it too. She apologized at the spot, but Dr. Craig gave her hell in front of the entire surgical team. Usually, I heard, he's not like that. But he was yesterday. She's suffering from anxiety, and no one seems to care. Which, to me, is sad and sick. They all expect her to care about some worn-out whore that they married, getting revenge on their enemies, or gadgets that she never was interested in, and only a moron would be. She puts up with all that. And you know what? Not one person emailed her with any thoughts and compassion when she first started the chemotherapy back in early July. They were all preoccupied with some stupid tape that Robin was supposed to send.

Because that tape is the vital organ, the heart, if you will, of Robin's entire case, I have called Julian Harper today, and asked him to go to Starr Holland's office here in Tulsa and get the tape. Burn it. Erase it. Smash it. Robin claimed that it was the only copy there was. Well, since Robin "probably reads these blogs", she needs to know that she needs to destroy any other copies because the cops may be coming there to search for more copies. That way, we'll really deserve the next "piss-off" email that Jana chooses to send. And at that, I'm going to go back to sleep. I think James needs to change the C.R. too.

I Deserved It

Jade's embarrased and saddened because of what she did to me? Why? I deserved it. I deserved much more than that, but let's not get into that, okay?

Four days and counting. We'll see what happens on Thursday. I think that Jade's all worked up for nothing, but that's me. I could be wrong. I've never really had psychic powers before.