WebKittyn Warbles
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Hear Kool-Aid Kool-Aid Radio!
Other people get the holidays. Some people got their show on Halloween, July 4th, all the holidays. Others will get Thanksgiving, Christmas eve, Christmas and New Year's Eve. I don't get any of these lovely holidays for my show. However, I am happy to say I finally one!
Today is the 30th anniversary of the Jonestown suicide. 909 people died because Jim Jones passed out the Kool-Aid and only 5 escaped.
Tonight at 8PM EST, it's Kittyn Kool-Aid Radio!
We'll be handing out the paper cups instead of the cookies tonight, please come for your grape Kool-Aid and stick around for the music, the laughs, the friends, the chatter and of course the KMRL Chatroom!
I'm a sick person, having the anniversary of Jonestown is just as good as any of the other holidays for me. Yes, I have issues, come to the show to hear about them.
HEAR KITTY KITTY KOOL-AID RADIO!
Today is the 30th anniversary of the Jonestown suicide. 909 people died because Jim Jones passed out the Kool-Aid and only 5 escaped.
Tonight at 8PM EST, it's Kittyn Kool-Aid Radio!
We'll be handing out the paper cups instead of the cookies tonight, please come for your grape Kool-Aid and stick around for the music, the laughs, the friends, the chatter and of course the KMRL Chatroom!
I'm a sick person, having the anniversary of Jonestown is just as good as any of the other holidays for me. Yes, I have issues, come to the show to hear about them.
HEAR KITTY KITTY KOOL-AID RADIO!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Say What?
Ever talk but get the feeling no one gives a damn about what you're saying?
I know, it sounds melodramatic but it's really not. I just can't explain it.
There's politely interested and there's genuinely interested.
Could just be residual from what I witnessed today that has me so unpleasantly surprised.
What do I know, I know nothing.
The toxins are messing with my head, it's definitely a downer kind of night. They'd be trying to pump my ass full of xanax in the hospital but I didn't want it then and I don't want it now. So I'll feel bad for a few days and write about it in the blog I don't talk about until I puke up the toxins and the clouds lift.
What a glorious life I lead.
I don't want polite listening.
I know, it sounds melodramatic but it's really not. I just can't explain it.
There's politely interested and there's genuinely interested.
Could just be residual from what I witnessed today that has me so unpleasantly surprised.
What do I know, I know nothing.
The toxins are messing with my head, it's definitely a downer kind of night. They'd be trying to pump my ass full of xanax in the hospital but I didn't want it then and I don't want it now. So I'll feel bad for a few days and write about it in the blog I don't talk about until I puke up the toxins and the clouds lift.
What a glorious life I lead.
I don't want polite listening.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
New Time Slot Starts Tonight!
I got tired of people going to bed halfway through my show, makes me insecure. So I've switched with Bruce Wayne who wanted a later spot and I start tonight.
Tonight, 8PM-10PM EST, WebKittyn Weeknights!
Expect the usual outstanding level of nothingness and bitching and way too many uses of the f bomb.
Come to the chatroom, show me some love.
Join us tonight, keep Kittyn feeling secure!
Mojo Radio Live
Tonight, 8PM-10PM EST, WebKittyn Weeknights!
Expect the usual outstanding level of nothingness and bitching and way too many uses of the f bomb.
Come to the chatroom, show me some love.
Join us tonight, keep Kittyn feeling secure!
Mojo Radio Live
Monday, November 10, 2008
Killing Time at Albany Medical Center
I spent a lot of time in the hospital pissed off. Pissed off that I was there. Pissed off that the hospital was two hours from my family and four hours from my friends. Pissed off that my mother could only get there once or twice a week. Pissed off at the world. There was one ten-day period where I unplugged my phone, sent my mother home when she showed up and didn't talk to anyone. I sat up all night reading and watching tv and slept all day, pissed off. They kept trying to offer me Xanax but I didn't want it, I wanted to be pissed off.
I don't know what snapped me out of it but I woke up one morning and I was tired of being pissed off. I knew I was stuck there and would be for a while so I decided to stop being pissed off and deal with it. I started going down to smoke a cig once in the morning and at night, it was enough exercise to get me off the heparin shots (in the lower abdomen, not fun). In the beginning I had to practically drag my ass back up the stairs on the way back but it became a way of measuring my progress. I'll never forget the first night I had the strength to make it up the stairs without using the banister, I knew I was getting better.
I got to really know the nurses on the floor and the assistants and the aides who really did all the work. I had a great medical student assigned to my case and I spent a lot of time talking it out with him. I found small ways to amuse myself like flashing the chest catheter at small children in the lobby and knowing that when Darkstar or my mother made it up it meant contraband pizza from the cafeteria.
I spent all of Easter Sunday in the hospital wearing a silly plastic pink bonnet with a plastic pink flower. I had some good friends send me fritos and blow pops in the mail and I always had something to read.
If I had only thought to stockpile all the Xanax they tried to give me I could have made a killing selling those things! I didn't want to numb any of it, I wanted to feel and I wanted to act on those feelings. I had a right to be sad, let me cry and go away and I'll get over it.
I slept well there, surprisingly. The bed was comfortable and I had no problems tuning out the world during the day and sleeping. They bothered me less during the day, it worked out well. My room was right across from the Nursing Station so at night it was always busy and the hours flew by. The phlebotomists came around 3:30 AM three times a week and on the rare nights I didn't have a roommate the nurses would escape into my room for a blow pop and some conversation.
There were occasional bouts of pissed off here and there, it got frustrating towards the end and being so far away from my dad while he was in the hospital made it even harder. It's true though, if one searches hard enough one can find inside the strength to get through damn near anything.
Eight weeks is a long time, especially after the three weeks in Hell Hospital and the lost week I don't remember. You have to find some way to pass time time or you end up accepting the Xanax and numbing out for the whole time.
I hope I never have to spend eight weeks in a hospital again, even one as great as Albany Medical Center.
I don't know what snapped me out of it but I woke up one morning and I was tired of being pissed off. I knew I was stuck there and would be for a while so I decided to stop being pissed off and deal with it. I started going down to smoke a cig once in the morning and at night, it was enough exercise to get me off the heparin shots (in the lower abdomen, not fun). In the beginning I had to practically drag my ass back up the stairs on the way back but it became a way of measuring my progress. I'll never forget the first night I had the strength to make it up the stairs without using the banister, I knew I was getting better.
I got to really know the nurses on the floor and the assistants and the aides who really did all the work. I had a great medical student assigned to my case and I spent a lot of time talking it out with him. I found small ways to amuse myself like flashing the chest catheter at small children in the lobby and knowing that when Darkstar or my mother made it up it meant contraband pizza from the cafeteria.
I spent all of Easter Sunday in the hospital wearing a silly plastic pink bonnet with a plastic pink flower. I had some good friends send me fritos and blow pops in the mail and I always had something to read.
If I had only thought to stockpile all the Xanax they tried to give me I could have made a killing selling those things! I didn't want to numb any of it, I wanted to feel and I wanted to act on those feelings. I had a right to be sad, let me cry and go away and I'll get over it.
I slept well there, surprisingly. The bed was comfortable and I had no problems tuning out the world during the day and sleeping. They bothered me less during the day, it worked out well. My room was right across from the Nursing Station so at night it was always busy and the hours flew by. The phlebotomists came around 3:30 AM three times a week and on the rare nights I didn't have a roommate the nurses would escape into my room for a blow pop and some conversation.
There were occasional bouts of pissed off here and there, it got frustrating towards the end and being so far away from my dad while he was in the hospital made it even harder. It's true though, if one searches hard enough one can find inside the strength to get through damn near anything.
Eight weeks is a long time, especially after the three weeks in Hell Hospital and the lost week I don't remember. You have to find some way to pass time time or you end up accepting the Xanax and numbing out for the whole time.
I hope I never have to spend eight weeks in a hospital again, even one as great as Albany Medical Center.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
I Got Tagged! 6 Random Things
Monogodo tagged me. I haven't been tagged in a long time, it felt good. Time to post and pass along the taggy goodness
The Rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on the blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
1. I voted Democrat for the first time in my entire life this year.
2. I would turn the clock back to 1990 and work over from there if I could pick one year.
3. Animal Precint makes me cry every time.
4. I'm addicted to the Real Housewives of Orange County, God help me.
5. I have some really crazy dreams about having sex at Mt. Everest Base Camp.
6. Lucky Charms are still my number one cereal.
Now to pass along the taggy mojo! These are all really funky blogs that are definitely worth checking out!
Bobby McGee
Darkstar
Malfouka
Nicki
SEV
Utopia
The Rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on the blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post.
5. Let each person know they have been tagged.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
1. I voted Democrat for the first time in my entire life this year.
2. I would turn the clock back to 1990 and work over from there if I could pick one year.
3. Animal Precint makes me cry every time.
4. I'm addicted to the Real Housewives of Orange County, God help me.
5. I have some really crazy dreams about having sex at Mt. Everest Base Camp.
6. Lucky Charms are still my number one cereal.
Now to pass along the taggy mojo! These are all really funky blogs that are definitely worth checking out!
Bobby McGee
Darkstar
Malfouka
Nicki
SEV
Utopia
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