Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:



Bonus: If the glue doesn't hold, you could always huff it instead.



For the record, kids,
we here at labmonkie neither huff glue fumes
nor promote the actual huffing of glue fumes
We just think it's extra funny to say the word "huff."

But that could be the marijuana talkin'.

No, we don't do that either.

We kid. It's what we do.

Kid.

Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

The nose is not helping much either.

Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:



This was my To-Do List Telephone-Time Scribble from yesterday.
The scribbly scribbles over his head are a little foreboding
since we just had a great-huge tornado tear through East Memphis.
And there's a strike-through on Mrs. Black's name.
That's not too ominous -- she's the apartment manager,
and it was just a leaky toilet.

Which I fixed for now by tying a tube sock around the leaking pipe.

But the tornado was very bad news,
with more on the way tonight, too.

Did I really?

Boy, I missed over a month's worth of "Today's Tuesday Morning's Scributes to 10am"? What's wrong with me, huh? Ok, I've been *kinda busy*, but I will post as many as I missed here in this post. That's my level of dedication, extent of perseverance, and bappity boppity boop.


If anyone needs me before next Tuesday, I'll be hanging around at the The Maria Bamford Show, relating all too well to her sense of humor and straits of dire.

(Quick PS to my Aunt Sissy: Don't worry about the mature content warning. Much like myself, Maria just drops the ole f-bomb in there every now and then for company.)

Next Tuesday, I'll get back to our regularly scheduled Scributes. No. Really.

Oh, you care...you know you do.

But for now, click 'em if you need to see 'em biggum:

March 20, 2007's
"Today's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am"

Oh help me out, you know him...
short guy, dyed his hair too dark,
bleached his teeth too white,
pretended to be someone else
from somewhere else all the time?
Easily swayed, highly corruptible?
Wanted to save the west-coast redwoods
but couldn't give up styrofoam cups?
Eh, you're right,
nevermind his name...



March 27, 2007's
"Today's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am"

April 3, 2007's
"Today's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am"

For some reason, I keep having these vividly horrible
crab-wrangling nightmares
starring my last remaining hermit crab
named Speedy.
Which reminds me: RIP, Steve.



April 10, 2007's
"Today's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am"

Layering in my mom's house
is so very, very important.



April 17, 2007's
"Today's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am"




April 24, 2007's
"Today's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am"


Yes, I went to the doctor last Tuesday
Valiumed and ready for my bone marrow aspiration,
but he told me he'd postpone it for a few weeks.
If you don't know what a bone marrow aspiration is,
don't look it up without taking a Valium first.
And after the description,
don't be surprised it you never eat goose-liver pâté again,
if you actually ever ate goose-liver pâté to begin with.


There.
Caught up, and
~ finis ~

Speaking of,
I just finished off a can of cold chickpeas.
But luckily for me,
I like cans of cold chickpeas.
Are you still reading this?
You poor thing.
You need to get outside
more than I do. Go!

Today's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:


...and you, too, booze.


I'm off to Memphis again for a whirlwind tour,
I'm a figurative "whirling dervish of fists and elbows"
(that's for all the "Strangers with Candy"
and Stephen Colbert fans ~
but keep your hands offa Stephen,
he's mine, all mine.)

That pointless rambling
should keep you going until I'm back,
Original Recipe Scott.

Two Tuesday Morning's Scributes to 10am
since I missed last weeks:

So they say, mate.
And...

I love the moonpie face, but the alien-gutt
I could do without.
But nooo, I'm not complainin'.

This week's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:

But baby, I'll take 'em.
Thank you
to the anonymous donor who gave them selflessly.

This week's Tuesday Morning's Scribute to 10am:















I went to the doctor yesterday and got a cuppa platelets, to go.

My New Year's Resolution is, for the rest of my life so other people can feel this good, to become a healthy platelet donor. Oh, and to floss more. Flossing is good.

Update: After checking my bloodcounts again yesterday, my platelet levels were just low enough for a platelet transfusion, so I took it. It was a long, crawling weekend since last Friday, and this I needed. Test results are finally coming down to a pinpoint of at least what to treat - ITP caused by aplastic anemia. Doctor thinks my T-cell lympocytes have lost their minds and switched into kill-mode and are now taking it out on the stem cells, which aren't allowed to function properly and produce cells that produce platelets, which causes the anemia deep within the bones.

This is a good example of what unchecked, out-of-control cells can do to the healthy cells around them - when there is no teamwork, you cannot make a system work.

It'll take 3 months of cyclo-something or other to figure out if this is what it is. Yes, this whole idiopathic scenario is one of those things that even the most experienced hematologist thinks, "Well, damn." The doctor drilled down with another bone marrow on me yesterday (I got Ativan, my highly-recommended new best friend), so I hope to know more next week.

Sometime next week, I'm going into the hospital to get 5 days worth of medicines that'll hopefully kick the platelets into production again. I'm way past stir-crazy, patience is not my virtue, I want to be doing something, but I'll do it. And I hope none of this information makes you want to hurl so I can keep people updated. Look at it like this: These are just interesting tests run on the eternal labmonkie who's not quite sure she wants all these beautiful drugs wear off!