Posts Tagged ‘nerves’

I’m being tested.

I started tapering off the narcotics again this week because it makes life hard at work and it also destroys any creative drive in art.  That is a real bummer for me.

I’m choosing between fogged with pain vs. fogged with painkillers.  Fogged with pain just makes you cranky (like anyone could tell the difference) and fogged with drugs just makes you a drone.

But tonight, two vicodin didn’t even touch the neck/headache.  It leads me to believe that the nerves burned out several weeks ago are dying in earnest, finally.  Really it is the ends of the nerves that are finally giving up.

How shall I put this?  I don’t know what it is like for anyone else nor do I care, because for me – this is a damn painful thing.  I’d rather compound fracture my arm again.  When ice, heat, and drugs don’t fix the problem, it is reasonably awful bad.  A few more days of this and it should be over.

Click to embiggenify. Or rub it.

I’ve done very little tonight.  Tried two pistons and found that they interfere and went back to one.  Crossed the attachment points over the center per Enas’ suggestion, and incorporated cam-levers into the front of the corset to allow it to be initially cinched prior to steam/mechanical assist.

Tomorrow I’ll start adding in text, additional illustration touches, grunge, etc.  It’ll look a bit more colorful.  But for now – I’m off to see if I can sleep the worst of this off.


This here is what we call a Grade-A Prime Weirdo.

Man, I tell you – searching for corset stuff sure takes you to some weird places.

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It will burrrrrnnnnn.

The trail went from Soylent Green to  Pajamas Media to Watt’s Up With That…

Several errors have been recently uncovered in the 4th Assessment Report (AR4) of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC). These include problems with Himalayan glaciers, African agriculture, Amazon rainforests, Dutch geography, and attribution of damages from extreme weather events. More seem to turn up daily. Most of these errors stem from the IPCC’s reliance on non-peer reviewed sources‘…  – Arctic Sea Ice Underestimated

Holy cow!  You mean they’ve relied on unvetted data?  No!?!  REALLY???

Who saw that coming, huh?


The doc’s assistant saw me this morning, heard where the neck/headaches were at and promptly informed me that in this case it’s too bad I am not an 80-year-old woman.

Plus I’m a fast healer.   Trust me, there are times when you do not want to be a fast healer.

Next thursday they will shove wires into my neck and pass a radiofrequency current through the tip of the wire, nicely cooking the nerve until it is of hard-boiled-egg consistency.


You gotta be pretty stupid to advocate eating cat while on the air.


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It Buuuuuuuurnnnnnsssss.

Update 2:  I get in to see the pain doc tomorrow.  Perhaps they can fix this new rash of neck-induced headaches.  Boy I hope so.

Update:  Oh Canada… that’s a laundry list of bad things, and it surely sucks to be you.  Sometimes though….


Looks like the RF ablation thing they did 7 months ago on my neck is pretty much worn off in the c3-c4 region, or somewhere in all that yucky muscle/nerve/bone place.

The most spectacular headaches arise from the most exquisite neck pain.   Last night I was up till quite late even with painkillers and a sleeping pill.

But I did get some artwork ready for review at an art show – dare I hope for selling it?

Anyway, I digress… So, they are – hopefully, as crazy as this sounds – going to burn them pesky lil’ nerves out again.


I said a short while ago that I didn’t respect a culture that allows men to cower and hide from return fire while behind the skirts of their women and from behind their children.

After several days of sporadic and inconsistent battles with Taliban fighters, Marines commanders say coalition troops came under heavy fire late Wednesday afternoon by insurgents who appear to be trying to regroup. In an effort to create hostility between coalition troops and local Afghans, insurgents are also reportedly using civilians as human shields – deliberately trying to force coalition troops to fire upon non-combatants.  – source:  Fox News

You can’t get much more chickensh*t than that.


Even though he couldn’t lead anyone out of a paper bag, he’s sure good at trying to face hard facts:

“There are those, let’s face it, across the aisle who have tried to score political points by attacking what we did, even as many of them show up at ribbon-cutting ceremonies for projects in their districts,” Obama said.

So “Let’s face it”, America! Obama says “Stimulus saved us from depression.”  I don’t know anyone who believes him unless they want to actually be deceived but hey, there’s a latin phrase that puts it out there:  Mundus vult decipi. The world wants to be deceived.

Can’t figure out what the hell is going through his head.   I’m still feeling pretty depressed and will until he leaves office.  Stimulus only made that worse.

Did you ever see a lame-ass try so hard to look tough? He's like a guy that wears LL Bean stuff and polo shirts to a game of paintball.


Attributed to David Ringham, IN, over at Fox News.

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Update:  I will try to blog the interesting parts tonight when I’m feeling a little more human.  Jittery as a colt and frankly, as advertised, hurt. Taking meds to get on top of the pain cycle now.  More later.  Thanks for all your kind wishes and thoughts.


Today (Tuesday) I go in for a Radio-Frequency Ablation treatment.  They are going to find the nerves in my neck that were given the what-for back in the auto accident of ’07, stick a wire in ’em, and burn the little effin’ things until they die.  You heard that right – they basically microwave the nerve to death.

Yes, I know.  This is reported by several acquaintances as being pretty damned painful, especially for the ten days, maybe 14 days, and surely no longer than 6 weeks, that it takes for the rest of the nerve to actually die… die… die…  So until that time I guess life won’t be a bed of roses.  Not that it is right now, anyway.  Was at an 8.5 on the scale of 1-10 for pain today because I refused to take any painkillers until past any reasonable time.  I just hate being fuzzy.

But, if it is a light at the end of this tunnel so I can get a drug-free active life back… sign me up.  They only do one side of the neck at a time, so this will be a four-month endeavor.

Wish me luck.  Please.


Ok, it’s just 2-1/2 hours away and I’m blogging.  Nervousness, fear, loathing, trepidation, and hope.  All blended together like a chinese blood bank.

A great article points out that anti-Obama parafe… paraphnal… perapher… stuff is selling quite well.  HTOVWOFY, people?

In that article… one paragraph says this:

A poll of likely voters by Rasmussen Reports, released Thursday, found that 32 percent “strongly approve” of the way the president is doing his job, while 38 percent “strongly disapprove.” Overall, 49 percent at least ?somewhat approve? of his performance, and 51 percent at least somewhat disapprove.

Uh… that adds up to 170%, right?  Damn new age maths.  I mean yeah, sure, I can do differential equations and vector mathematics but can’t add numbers or balance a checkbook to save my life, but even I can see that the way they wrote that paragraph suckeths mightily.


A Washington Times article titled “Angry Rich Liberals” was especially fun to read.  You know why?  Because I’m tired of being told by everyone else that I’m the problem.  I’m apparently a co-conspirator in global warming, the oppression of blacks, domestic abuse, home-grown terrorism, ad pseudo-infinitum, ad nauseum.  It starts with Algore, chattering like a squirrel, demonizing everyone else but himself and his fellow fart-sniffers.

The rest of us would find these environmental scolds more convincing if they chose to live modestly in average tract homes. That way, they could limit their energy consumption and provide living proof to us of how smaller is better for an endangered planet Earth.

Critics in the business of racial grievance offer the same contradictions.

Recently, Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates Jr. got into a spat with a white policeman who arrested him in his own home for disorderly conduct. Mr. Gates immediately cried racism. He argued that his plight was emblematic of the burdens the black underclass endures daily from a racist white America.

However, Mr. Gates is one of the highest-paid humanities professors in the United States. And Mr. Gates – not the middle-class Cambridge, Mass., white cop — engaged in shouting and brought up race.


Yet this well-connected, well-paid man apparently wants us to believe in melodramatic fashion that he is living in something like the United States of decades ago.


We have more of the rich on the barricades railing about the economic inequality of America. Former Democratic Sen. John Edwards of North Carolina preached about “two Americas,” one poor and abandoned, one wealthy and connected. Mr. Edwards should know because he built himself a gargantuan multimillion-dollar mansion in which he might better contemplate the underprivileged outside his compound.

Sen. Christopher Dodd, Connecticut Democrat, sermonizes about corporate greed and credit card companies’ near-extortion. Nonetheless, Mr. Dodd managed to squeeze out of the corporate world a low-interest loan, a sweetheart deal for a vacation home in Ireland, and thousands in campaign donations.

Former senator and Cabinet nominee Tom Daschle of South Dakota was a big proponent of raising taxes to nationalize our health care system. The problem was that the populist Mr. Daschle both hated paying taxes and loved limousines — and so avoided the former but welcomed the latter.


Now the most vehement critics of America’s purported sins are among the upper classes. These critics’ parlor game has confused Americans about why they are being called polluters, racists and exploiters by those who have fared best in America.

Do the wealthy and the powerful lecture us about our wrongs because they know their own insider status ensures that they are exempt from the harsh medicine they advocate for others?


Here’s a little advice for all of America’s wealthy critics: a little less hypocrisy, a little more appreciation of your good lives — and then maybe the rest of us will listen to you a little more.

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