My leukemia's back.

When I was under the Haze during my transplant....I had to have a babysitter.
It's was some older Philippine woman....I remember telling the nurse to watch her she was sneaking puppies into the hospital..... And she was hiding them in the box with all the latex gloves..... The nurse told me she'd watch her......I was totally serious.....:gig

When my hubby was in ICU, getting the good stuff, he got very upset one night because the nurses were on a plane selling Japanese Girl Scout cookies, and they wouldn't let him go. That night, they had to restrain him b/c he was trying to pull out all of his tubes.

Before my transplant my blood type was A+......... Now it's O negative.... Kinda scares me if you were to look at my records I don't know if they ever updated that my blood type changed to that of my donor.......

I had a friend who did that. She got 2 cord blood donors from Spain. It was a toss up about which one would win the battle for domination of her marrow. Sophia won, and she ended up matched to Sophia's blood type. (she named her donors!) The funny thing was, when she went for her next set of blood work, the staff went nuts, and kept repeating her blood work, being convinced they had a wrong sample, or the equipment was faulty. She had to insist that they call her transplant team in Boston before they would believe that she knew what she was talking about and this was SUPPOSED to happen, and that it was a GOOD thing.

Finally caught up..... Been fighting a migraine all evening.....:barnie

I've been having lots of migraines since Sunday.

The fastest way to motivate my DH to do something is to go into his shop and start taking tools off the shelf. I'll be the first to admit that I'm mechanically impaired. So, when he sees me grabbing tools, he says, "What are you planning on doing with those?" And I tell him. Sometimes I actually get started on my project, but he can only watch for so long before he takes over. I just don't do things like he does.... :gig

Absolutely devious, BJ!!!

:oops: I told the doctor that it was cold and if he was getting into bed with me he needed to hurry up and do it because my feet needed to be warmed up. :oops:

Only you, Blooie, only you! There was a lady who was nick named "the Queen" at a facility I used to work at. She was always trying to get the rehab director (handsome young man) into bed with her. If she wasn't doing that, she was going into other resident's rooms and raiding the chocolate stashes. She'd be standing in a door way, with chocolate all over her face and hands, and be beckoning the staff, "Hey, come see this. There's some good ones in here!" Blooie, we'll have to buy you a golden tiarra to match the one the Queen always wore during her PT sessions!

All I have to do is buy the stuff, have them deliver it, and set it out there. Even if he tries to ignore it at first, it will drive him crazy, so he'll put it up.

Planting seeds... that's what we do!

And here is one: My WWII traveling partner got a tick in a very delicate area. He went to the emergency room. Perched on an examining table, doctor on a stool between his legs working on the organ, nurse enters the room, and my friend says, "It's okay, it's okay. He assures me that he is a doctor." Nurse did an about turn laughing hysterically as she exited the room.

Sour, Sometimes............... You leave me speechless.

When I want to get a job done, I run it by hubby. He'll look at my plan and just shake his head. Then he'll grab a pencil, and say, why don't you try it THIS way. Lately, more often than not, he'll help me, b/c if I do it alone, it will take me all day long to do a job that he and I could do in 2 hours. There's a lot of synergy to be had from that extra set of hands. Besides, if he helps, that frees me so we can enjoy the rest of the weekend doing "not chicken or gardening" stuff together.
 
The hilarious story of Sour's WW2 traveling partner reminds me of a story. (Doesn't everything?)

One of Ken's division officers in VietNam was a Naval Academy grad. This person was a quarterback for the Navy's football team and went on to become a very famous professional quarterback. You'd recognize the name immediately even if you weren't a football fan. Anyway, this guy was a total jerk. He didn't want to be there (as if everyone else DID) and all he wanted to do was toss a football while everyone else was working their hineys off. Ken despised him, as did every guy there. But this guy thought he was above all of the peons and made that crystal clear daily.

Well, he was ready to rotate back to the states. He was what is called "hirsute" - he was fuzzy. All over. The back of his neck, his back, his arms and legs - he was a mat of hairy. So the night before this guy headed back to the states, Ken and a bunch of the guys went to the houses of ill repute and gathered up body crabs, put them in a film canister, and then sprinkled them in his bed.

From that day on when Ken was watching a game and the team would get into the huddle, and then the QB would give that little hike to his pants that they all do when they get back into position for the play, Ken would grin and say, "Scratch, you SOB, scratch!"

And now I'd better get back into my corner before the post police find me.....
 
Grandpa Billy is sitting up more, talking, etc, but he won't eat or drink so We are enjoying having him alert and happy talking for now.

He told my sister yesterday to tell me I was a (not so nice word). So I guess he hasn't lost his attitude, lol.

Have a migraine so relaxing and trying not to funked up.
 
Grandpa Billy is sitting up more, talking, etc, but he won't eat or drink so We are enjoying having him alert and happy talking for now.

He told my sister yesterday to tell me I was a (not so nice word). So I guess he hasn't lost his attitude, lol.

Have a migraine so relaxing and trying not to funked up.

A feisty attitude can be a good thing!

Sorry about the migraine, hope it clears up soon.
 

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