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Colesdad
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well, well, well!
I using my lap top, so you will notice a lack of capilization and some misspellings.
a quick run down of my life over the last 30 days..
I mention my meeting with the doctor about starting the chemo pill Temador for a year.
a week later a spent about 5 days in the hospital because my seizures were out of control.
was home for 6 days, then admitted again for the same reason and released from the hospital 6 days later. we have switched some meds, added some, deleted some and blah blah blah.
I have asthma, and I smoke cigarettes, and yes I know that is stupid, but it is what it is. Tuesday this week I had an asthma attack severe enough to make me want to go to urgent care. the wife was at our sons school doing the thankgiving lunch deal. i was texting her, my mother and my father trying to find someone to drive me there. i couldn't call, because i could barely breathe. so mom leaves work, we get there and my o2 level was around 86percent. i told the doctor i had already used my inhaler about 40 times that morning and did two breathing treatment with my nebulizer at the house. i did another one there and had a steroid shot. after a while things calm down a bit and o2 level get near 95, still not great, but doable. the doctor advises me that my chemo pills suppress my immune system. i guess i should have realized this, but truthfully i would still live life normally, im not one of the people that is going to walk around with a germ mask on my face. so because of my breathing issues, my meds and also that i am running a low fever, she wants chest xrays. so, do them right then and there. she thinks the lungs look good, but because she isn't 100percent sure about what she sees, and since i have a fever, and since she cant hear my lungs well enough because of me wheezing, she is treating it as an infection. so, i now have a steroid to take, and an antibiotic, and breathing treatments every four hours.
this shit is getting old, really fast. "But, this too shall pass."
here is how the Afghani looked when i got home the first time. she has never recovered because less than week later i was gone for 6 days again, only a few pieces of green now, but tomorrow she will be laid to rest. this was the last plant that will ever see 420 Soil again.
here is the blue blood when i got home from the first hospital stay. she looked good, i was happy. she went into the tent where the temps are higher than sitting in the windowsill. here she is the day i put her in the tent.
i took this picture of the blue blood tonight. remember, she looked "okay" in the above picture. but she was put into the tent and let set for 6 days with nothing. when i got home from my most recent stay she had fallen over and only one leaf had green, and that leaf was only about 30 percent so. but i gave nothing but straight tap water these last few days and she has grown a new set of leaves! this is great news to me, im very happy she is still alive, she aint pretty, but her heart still beats.
the beans i dropped a week ago did nothing. it is of no fault of the person i got them from, the issue was with the delivery. they had been roughed up and most of them went straight to the trash because they were crushed. i dropped my last blue blood and another paradise nebula in water a few days ago, and last night they had cracked open so they went into pellets,
i found a some-what grow store! My wife, son and myself eat at a little dinner about once every couple of months, and have so over that last 5 years. the store adjacent to it is a pet supply store. well, Tuesday we stopped to eat after my doc appointment. the parking lot was full so well pulled around back to park. "look!", i said to my wife, pointing a three large 4ft by 4ft poster on the back of the pet store, "they sell happy frog, ocean forest and build-your-own-soil products. so, after we eat we walked next door. i asked the lady, we walked to the back of the store, then through those climate controlling long strips of thick plastic, and there it is. pallets of soil, bat poop, lime, bone meal, kelp, hydro nutes, bloom boosters, everything. she looked at me for a moment and said only a few people ever come to this room to buy things, then we share the same unspoken weed thoughts and leaves the room, "just let me know what you need, and make sure the plastic doesn't wrap and hangs straight". so, this week end im going to grab some happy frog to get started and by the time i should worry about transplant i should have roots organic. before i left i grabbed my wifes hand brought her to the back. she looked around and asked questions and was amazed at all the different choices and how to grow and choose nutrients and different pots available. she is great gal, i truly hit the jackpot when she said, "i do".
its a funny thing, had the parking lot not been full that day i would have never known!
I using my lap top, so you will notice a lack of capilization and some misspellings.
a quick run down of my life over the last 30 days..
I mention my meeting with the doctor about starting the chemo pill Temador for a year.
a week later a spent about 5 days in the hospital because my seizures were out of control.
was home for 6 days, then admitted again for the same reason and released from the hospital 6 days later. we have switched some meds, added some, deleted some and blah blah blah.
I have asthma, and I smoke cigarettes, and yes I know that is stupid, but it is what it is. Tuesday this week I had an asthma attack severe enough to make me want to go to urgent care. the wife was at our sons school doing the thankgiving lunch deal. i was texting her, my mother and my father trying to find someone to drive me there. i couldn't call, because i could barely breathe. so mom leaves work, we get there and my o2 level was around 86percent. i told the doctor i had already used my inhaler about 40 times that morning and did two breathing treatment with my nebulizer at the house. i did another one there and had a steroid shot. after a while things calm down a bit and o2 level get near 95, still not great, but doable. the doctor advises me that my chemo pills suppress my immune system. i guess i should have realized this, but truthfully i would still live life normally, im not one of the people that is going to walk around with a germ mask on my face. so because of my breathing issues, my meds and also that i am running a low fever, she wants chest xrays. so, do them right then and there. she thinks the lungs look good, but because she isn't 100percent sure about what she sees, and since i have a fever, and since she cant hear my lungs well enough because of me wheezing, she is treating it as an infection. so, i now have a steroid to take, and an antibiotic, and breathing treatments every four hours.
this shit is getting old, really fast. "But, this too shall pass."
here is how the Afghani looked when i got home the first time. she has never recovered because less than week later i was gone for 6 days again, only a few pieces of green now, but tomorrow she will be laid to rest. this was the last plant that will ever see 420 Soil again.
here is the blue blood when i got home from the first hospital stay. she looked good, i was happy. she went into the tent where the temps are higher than sitting in the windowsill. here she is the day i put her in the tent.
i took this picture of the blue blood tonight. remember, she looked "okay" in the above picture. but she was put into the tent and let set for 6 days with nothing. when i got home from my most recent stay she had fallen over and only one leaf had green, and that leaf was only about 30 percent so. but i gave nothing but straight tap water these last few days and she has grown a new set of leaves! this is great news to me, im very happy she is still alive, she aint pretty, but her heart still beats.
the beans i dropped a week ago did nothing. it is of no fault of the person i got them from, the issue was with the delivery. they had been roughed up and most of them went straight to the trash because they were crushed. i dropped my last blue blood and another paradise nebula in water a few days ago, and last night they had cracked open so they went into pellets,
i found a some-what grow store! My wife, son and myself eat at a little dinner about once every couple of months, and have so over that last 5 years. the store adjacent to it is a pet supply store. well, Tuesday we stopped to eat after my doc appointment. the parking lot was full so well pulled around back to park. "look!", i said to my wife, pointing a three large 4ft by 4ft poster on the back of the pet store, "they sell happy frog, ocean forest and build-your-own-soil products. so, after we eat we walked next door. i asked the lady, we walked to the back of the store, then through those climate controlling long strips of thick plastic, and there it is. pallets of soil, bat poop, lime, bone meal, kelp, hydro nutes, bloom boosters, everything. she looked at me for a moment and said only a few people ever come to this room to buy things, then we share the same unspoken weed thoughts and leaves the room, "just let me know what you need, and make sure the plastic doesn't wrap and hangs straight". so, this week end im going to grab some happy frog to get started and by the time i should worry about transplant i should have roots organic. before i left i grabbed my wifes hand brought her to the back. she looked around and asked questions and was amazed at all the different choices and how to grow and choose nutrients and different pots available. she is great gal, i truly hit the jackpot when she said, "i do".
its a funny thing, had the parking lot not been full that day i would have never known!
