Being an Adult

It’s been fun moving to Colorado, dealing with lower income for a while, higher cost of living, etc. But at the same time, it’s been fun. We both love it here. We have some great friends, lots of fun in our town. Plus I just got a full time job in sales at the same company Sean works for, so it’s looking up.

But I thought I’d fill you all in on what’s happened since then, including pictures.

The drive out to Colorado was long, but not terrible. Two people, lots of stuff, and two cats in one cab was tight, but not uncomfortable, especially since Binx hid under the seats the entire time. Buddy, however, quite enjoyed the view.


Yes, we shaved him and he looked like an old man. Quite funny.

Kansas was the worst. Eight hours of nothing but flat land and windmills, which were cool but got old after a while.


The desolate barren wasteland of Kansas.

As you all saw in my last post, we are all moved in and actually have a bed frame now, so our bed isn’t on the floor. Much more comfortable.

About two months ago was Denver Comiccon, the first convention I’ve ever been too, and boy was it awesome! Though I do wish we had done the full weekend instead of one day, it was so awesome! Lots of vendors, artists, celebrities. And, my highlight of the entire thing…


Stan Lee’s autograph on his graphic autobiography.

Meeting Stan Lee was awesome! Though it was only for a few seconds, watching him interact with journalists, kids, saying “Excelsior” and everything… definitely worth it. I’m so glad I got to meet him and get his autograph before he passes away.

But about a month ago, I got a text from my roommates saying that Sean was in the hospital. Now, he’s had really bad chest/stomach pain for a while, and we had gone to the ER four times total in Florida, where they did jack shit for him except manage his pain, never getting to the root of the problem. I got there maybe an hour and a half after he had been admitted, and they had already done scans, bloodwork, etc. Already, Colorado hospitals had impressed me with how quickly they work. They tell us it’s pancreatitis, and later discover large gallstones and have his gallbladder removed. He was in the hospital for about a week.


The sloth is Steve, someone to comfort him when I wasn’t around.

He’s doing much better now, with an actual appetite. He has four scars on his stomach that will hurt every so often, but he’s come a long way since his hospital stay. Thank you to everyone who has helped us out, both emotionally and financially, in such tough times.

This will be my last week working for the Boys and Girls Club, which kinda sucks and kinda doesn’t. The kids are getting antsy and rowdy now that summer’s ending, and it’s draining. But at the same time, some of those kids are so cool that I’m gonna miss seeing them every day. Especially my D&D boys. They definitely helped keep me sane when I was having rough days.

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Dealing with Illness

As many will probably notice, I seem to get sick rather often. Usually it’s nothing bad; a sinus infection here, upset stomach there. But for the past four/five days I’ve been dealing with the worst yet. I’ve never felt this bad. Horrendous bloating that causes sharp pain whenever I move plus a fever, muscle aches, etc. I’ve been confined to the couch watching Supernatural for days, barely leaving my apartment except to seek medical help and get my prescriptions.

And I’ll tell you, this is only the second time I’ve gotten something this bad. The first time was 2010/2011 when I caught swine flu. Not fun.

The bloating hurts a lot but it’s gone down, but it’s the achiness, the headaches, and the general shitty feeling that comes with a 100+ fever that is the worst. It takes me so much fidgeting to fall asleep because nothing is comfortable.

Seriously, I haven’t had a decent break for over two weeks. Why me?

Jon had a great idea for treatment that I wish was an actual thing. While we were in the clinic the first time on Saturday night, he joked that it would be awesome if they came back, took me to a secret room filled with puppies, and my treatment was 1000 puppy kisses. People, WHY ISN’T THIS A THING?

Do you know how many people would be down for that? Just lay in a room full of adorable puppies to love on you to make you feel better. Hell, even if it isn’t a medical treatment it should still be a thing to make patients feel better. If college campuses are getting puppy rooms for stressed college kids during finals, why don’t hospitals do it for sad patients? Puppies are the cure for everything.

Someone please bring me a cute fluffy thing soon. I want animal kisses.


Hospital Nightmare

I really should start a nightmare series… I seem to go through them often enough.

I should start out with the fact that I’m fine and Jon’s fine. This wasn’t an emergency visit. It was past 5pm, most doctors offices were closed, and he had a fever to go along with this nasty sickness of his. So, since we missed the student clinic by 5 minutes, we were forced to go to the hospital to get him a prescription for whatever it is he has.

Get there, sign in. Wait. An hour. They check him in. Another hour. They take his vitals, paperwork, whatever. Hour and a half. He’s seen by a doctor. Mind you, at this point it’s around 9pm. We have a Biology exam in the morning that we’ve barely studied  for. Since there’s no Wi-Fi, I can’t really access a lot to do with the presentations, so we’re stuck with what I have. Another hour just for him to get a tiny IV drip of antibiotics.

Seriously, it was around 10pm by the time they took him into the room and got the needle in him. He hated that. We both thought they meant a shot shot, not a needle drip. After 15 minutes it’s done. But he moved his hand in a weird way and blood came out of the pick line in his hand a bit. For those of you who have gone though this before, you know this is normal. Well, come to  find out, Jon is extremely squeemish with his own blood. And when I say squeemish, I mean he nearly turned green and was begging for water and saying that he would feel better if he just threw up, asking me to get a nurse.

Luckily we got out of there a few minutes before 11am, headed to McDonald’s, the only place open so late since we hadn’t eaten since the morning and we were starving, ate, and now he’s passed out next to me on the couch while I’m writing this, finishing my Coke. We’re both waking up early in the morning to study for our exam. And what’s our Bio exam on?

The immune system.