dwivian: (Alarmed)
Second verse, same as the first....

This is really getting old....
dwivian: (Alarmed)


If you read [livejournal.com profile] elfgirl, you've already seen her side of the events of last night.

I was driving home, a little early because da munchkin had a therapist appointment and da elf couldn't get the kids from daycare/afterschool. As she was driving to munchkin's doctor, I was driving up the Interstate, complaining that my exit was unusually full of cars all the way into the tunnel. About that point da elf remarked "I think we have a problem." I asked what, and she said, "I can't breathe. I think I'm reacting to the levaquin."

Now, if you know me, you know my immediate reaction to problems and panics is to get extremely calm and process-focused. I told her to abort the therapist, and get directly to a doctor's office, or call 911. Alas, I quickly discovered that the traffic delay in the tunnel had caused me to lose phone signal, and I was fairly sure she'd heard none of that. Now, da elf is pretty smart, and I know she'd think of the right solution as well but I also know she's a bit scattered when out of sorts, and "Hey, I'm going to die" is pretty up there in disrupting your day..... so, I was quite upset that I couldn't confirm what she was doing.

It was the longest 2 minutes of my life, I think, as I tried to figure out how to pass all the cars in the tunnel. Alas, there were SUVs and trucks ahead of me that I couldn't get around, even had I tried, so I waited until I got to the other side. As soon as cellular service indicators began to flicker active I was already dialing. And, I got da munchkin. This was **NOT** good, in my mind. I asked her to tell me what was going on, but it was quickly obvious she wasn't in a right frame of mind, either. I told her to hang up with me and call 911 if her mother seemed incapacitated, but she said no, as they were parked at the hospital already.

Yes, da elf managed to have her reaction a block from an emergency room.

I listened to the check-in process, and when I was sure she was in reasonable care I instructed da munchkin to call her therapist and inform him of the cancellation, and I called da elf's regular doctor to let them know about the nasty reaction. My call was apparently startling enough that I got the actual doctor, which I wasn't expecting, and he is now anticipating an update this morning about what the ER did. We really like him (if you're in East Cobb County, Georgia, he's at the WellStar clinic on Johnson Ferry Road: Dr. Phillipe Batista).

I called back into [livejournal.com profile] elfgirl support and got the munchkin to narrate the proceedings as I fetched the remaining children and headed that way. I got to hear about da elf looking like a cell phone as the epinepherine took hold and gave her the vibratory shakes. When da elf started turning blue, the worry in da munchkin's voice was apparent. I listened to the indications of a need for an X-ray, and of the second shot (didn't hear what it was, but that wasn't important). I found parking, ran to the front door with two bewildered kidlets, and asked about my wife.

Wife is a powerful word -- they shuttle you to the bed quickly when it is thrown about.

I think da munchkin was happy to have someone else there, and the kidlets were instructed to be on perfect behaviour as this was NOT a time for anything else. I got to grab a doctor for a bit, and listened to their take on how she was doing.

And, as I feared inside, they were exceptionally happy she was so near to their door when it all started. Until she reads this, da elf will not have been told, in their eyes, just how close she had come to dying. Had she been a mile further out, she'd have a hole in her throat, and that might not have helped considering the location of the swelling. The doctor took me aside to the room they use for grief counselling so he could explain the intensity of the reaction, and that it might happen again as the counter-medicine wore off. Da elf knew the medical term, but I got the layman's explanation.

And, so I took turns watching her until they said we could go home (and got the message out to family, procured snacks for the rather patient kidlets, and paced up and down the hallway a lot). When we finally got home I made her sit downstairs in our recliner so she could be observed until almost midnight, when the worst of the risk was over. Soup was the meal of choice, and she posted about her ordeal, as if it was no big thing.


Special thanks go to [livejournal.com profile] thegreyman, who got me to the pharmacy, and back to my car. I owe you big time.

Da elf has started up a different medical regimen, along with serious anti-inflammatory and anti-histimine backups, and my epi-pen is by her side for emergency use if needed. Every time she relaxed in the night I felt her back to make sure she was breathing. I have listened to every cough, every wheeze, and every rustle of the bedcovers. Once I felt it was safe, I planned to come to work to put some level of stability on my day (because I have critical meetings with timelines that can't slide). The kids are at school, and my brain is foggy.

I think I'll start my fear and panic about 3pm tomorrow. It will take about that long to sink in, and things should be stable enough for me to fall apart for an hour or so.


Aug. 30th, 2006 12:06 am
dwivian: (Ride it Elfgirl)
Number 9.

Number 9?

Number 9!

30 Aug 1997 - 30 Aug 2006.

Number 9.
dwivian: (Jesus on a Pogo Stick)
We are not dead. More, later.

ETA: Elfgirl's version
dwivian: (Ride it Elfgirl)
Everyone, gather around and sing! Someone get the little brownie with a candle!

Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] elfgirl!

::hits gong::
dwivian: (Ride it Elfgirl)
Da elf and I had our joint birthday this past weekend (mine is first, hers is near last, so we split the difference and celebrate the 15th), and we somehow managed to wander to Oakland Cemetery. Some pictures of the space (I managed to not have her in any of the pics this time, so I'll have to dress her up and take her back....):

Austell Straining to escape

Straining to escape

No room to walk stump circle
No room to walk

stump circle

First Sir Knight Mason Defiling Bobby Jones
First Sir Knight Mason

Defiling Bobby Jones

Up is that way No, really.  Up. Celtic Cross
Up is that way

No, really. Up.

Celtic Cross


Jun. 25th, 2006 11:04 pm
dwivian: (I see you)
Very awake.....brain won't shut down. Trying to avoid having nightmares about "Carpe Boobah" inflicted by [livejournal.com profile] thegreyman.

The weekend:

Friday, left work and went to set up the UK booth for a long sales weekend. We were short on inventory because of a shipping error back at headquarters, but our illustrious leader (the aforementioned grey dude) went above and beyond to retrieve the materials and get them onsite. Alas, one of the things we DIDN'T get was our festival packet, so no permits for load-in, load-out, or parking. So, we just bluffed our way through by wearing our kilts and acting dumb. I was amazing at this.

Saturday, da elf wanted to come down and aid in the kilting of the panted, so we went down, got the inventory out and hung up, and I measured while she kept the kilts organized and the patrons managed. I was amazed at how quickly she recovered her retail skills. Must be a bicycle thing. We left a little early, after our shift was over, as we wanted to enjoy a little of the show but also wanted dinner. This was a bad idea.

We had SOMETHING bad, and halfway through the night we both were up wishing to die. [livejournal.com profile] elfgirl came downstairs to rest in a chair so she wasn't flat on her back, and I moved to be closer to a bathroom. It was no fun. But, it was also short lived, as we had some of the really good yogurt in the fridge, and so we pulled ourselves together for the last day of work.

Sunday morning, a little late since we had to get what rest we could, we wandered down in the cool air to meet up with the intrepid band and spent most of the day huddled close under the tent, trying not to get soaked. We failed. The kilts were protected by our bodies, though, and were just a bit damp but not wet. A good thing. While waiting, inside a metal tent cage while holding metal kilt racks, we hoped the lightning would find a nearby tree instead of us (and I think it did, at leats once). We also took time to measure lots of people so they could go online and get exactly what they want, and I met some people from my office that were very curious (and were happy to see me, since they know I wear my kilts every day). When the show closed early, we packed up, stood in the rain waiting on load-out, and da elf and I eventually got home to dry out. I did sprinkle some fertilizer on the tomatoes, though.

Now, da elf is up trying to sleep, I wish I could, and I think my hair may STILL be wet. Icky water! Bleaugh! It was worth it, though, to spend time with good people, preach the word of kilts and tolerance, put the fear and love of God into someone in the wrong pants for his religion, and spend a lot of quality hours with my lovely lady. I gain more appreciation for just how cool she is day after day.

I'm still not tired. Damn. Typing should be harder than this.


Jun. 9th, 2006 08:29 am
dwivian: (Not Laughing)
I've been at work for an hour or so, now....

Da elf left me this morning. She says she's going to a conference, but I know she's secretly going to the Naval Academy to stare at the cadet's arms. We'll see if she comes back, especially after a week of my stories of what the kids are currently breaking...

Note to self: up the number of text messages for her phone.

Last time she was away for a bit, I annoyed both her and people around her by constantly texting, etc. It's amazing how much of my day is taken up with telling her what's going on here, sharing in her meeting hell at work or in the stories of the kids at home, discussing what to do on our next date, etc. When that's not an option, there are huge holes in what I do. Of course I could fill them with Java programming, but......

What's up for you this weekend?


May. 7th, 2006 05:44 am
dwivian: (Not Laughing)
Da elf kicks. She also refuses to get up and sleep downstairs.

Fortunately, work came through and something big broke to keep me busy while I'm awake.

Alas, they just fixed it. I'm looking for shin-guards, then going to bed.


Apr. 30th, 2006 08:46 pm
dwivian: (Useful Friends)
Had a good day. Nice visit from [livejournal.com profile] sumobabe and her boy, [livejournal.com profile] jediclampett, who brought their munchkin to play with ours while we escaped to dinner. Good thing, that. Shared Mythbusters, Theological discussion, bits of fish, and a Nascar rain delay. Now, back to studying about risk analysis for a test tomorrow......

elf henna

Apr. 19th, 2006 03:02 pm
dwivian: (Too Hard)
People wanted to see the henna work da elf got at the Renn Fest this past weekend. Here ya go. It wraps around on both sides, and is rather extensive. The image is large, so click on it to get it to blow up to see all the detail.

Elf Henna
Elf Henna
I got to do a little shopping and singing and going to shows while this got drawn... note the shading that was done in the feathers....

dwivian: (Ride it Elfgirl)
Something I'd not posted yet, since I gave her first dibs....

I got to use [personal profile] elfgirl's picture phone to take a shot of her this past weekend!
A Renn Elf
A Renn Elf
Da elf, looking all gorgeous, before we went into the Renn Fest to have tea and scones and cheese and sandwiches and mead and henna on her shoulder, and...
dwivian: (Useful Friends)
We enjoyed our dinner, and da elf took a couple of pics. I thought you'd like to see how we tortured our peeps in a pot of white chocolate with melted butterfingers. Nummy! Thanks again to Melonaise and her Boy for our gift card that we (eventually!) used for a nice night out!


Apr. 16th, 2006 09:32 pm
dwivian: (Key Lime Pie)
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] melonaise and [livejournal.com profile] myb0y, da elf and I had a wonderful dinner at The Melting Pot. They had an Easter special, with lamb as one of the meat choices, and peeps to dunk in the chocolate...

I'm sated. As a foodie, this is a rare, and glorious, thing. Wow.


Apr. 8th, 2006 11:31 pm
dwivian: (Ride it Elfgirl)
Helping [livejournal.com profile] elfgirl install ClosetMaid shelftrack shoe box in her walk-in closet.

Had to drill anchor holes into exterior wall, into the insulation barrier.

Fiberglass, meet eye. Eye, meet fiberglass. Eyedrops, you're also invited.

Now I look like I have pinkeye, and I do *NOT* want a worchestershire sauce transfusion, thankyouverymuch.
dwivian: (sick)
Good -- got a cool package from [livejournal.com profile] melonaise (and I presume [livejournal.com profile] myb0y, but the box didn't say). Da wife was surprised and happy.

Bad -- Da wife found a 2" cockroach in the bathroom and needed it killed tonight, in a reinforcement of male and female roles in our house. Ick.

Vomity -- It wasn't a 2" cockroach. It was two "attached" one-inch cockroaches, and one was gooshy when I squished it. Gooshy, in a "shot into my open mouth" kinda way.



Mar. 18th, 2006 09:33 am
dwivian: (blame it on algebra)
My local pub was charging a $10 cover last night, so we bailed.

Went to a mexican place, instead.

Did you know that there is a difference between a half-pitcher and full-pitcher of top shelf margaritas?

It's good to know that we didn't celebrate St. Pat's by getting drunk or anything....


Feb. 23rd, 2006 10:35 am
dwivian: (Perspective)
....and so it begins.

Da elf is headed to Denver today to visit with friends and take a mini-vacation. It is so difficult to get sitters for the whole family for a length of time that this kind of get-away is going to have to be a single-adult effort for a while. My family doesn't mind watching everyone too much, but they are quite a handful and my Mom's spanking arm gets tired after the second day....

Friday night da boy is doing a sleepover, and da Munchkin will be at her Dad's. Saturday night is still up for grabs, depending on some work stuff, and Sunday should be us at home watching the Torino Closing Ceremonies. Elf gets back Monday, hopefully refreshed.

My feelings are kinda weird, and as I figure out how to say what I want it may get up here. I'm a little down, but da elf is my world, and being away from her always makes me aware of how much she means.


Feb. 18th, 2006 08:13 pm
dwivian: (Ride it Elfgirl)
I made [livejournal.com profile] elfgirl eat raw fish! And she liked it!


Feb. 14th, 2006 03:23 pm
dwivian: (Ride it Elfgirl)

Valentine from Elfgirl [Green Sheep]
Valentine from Elfgirl [Green Sheep]

Da elf sent me roses! Alas, I can't send white ones or black ones back....

Did you send anyone pixels for Valentine's Day?

Note: I saved the image into my scrapbook, since LJ will delete it after two weeks. Da elf said this is the E-equivalent of pressed flowers....


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