Woot Failure Update

Well, got tired of the silence, so I e-mailed Woot.com again, wishing them to just cancel the whole damn thing, and amazingly enough I got a response eight minutes later...

...To the e-mail I sent a week ago!

Too late, it's already in the mail.  Oh, and we won't charge you the $5 for expedited shipping (gee thanks).

Well, Dad got it last night, and his reaction?

"Well that would have been cool -- A WEEK AGO!"

Thanks Woot for a near hit for Christmas.  No longer can I trust expedited shipping or anything else you promise.  You have gone from "hip Amazon / Think Geek" down to "Fred's WWWorld of WWWonder WWWebsight".

Oh, thanks for my $5 back.


Doctor update

I love Dr. Lee.

We laughed and joked and had a rollicking good time.

However, my IGD numbers were not in yet (yea, that's an important one).

I am a bit anemic.

I gained eight pounds.

Oh, and the thyroid numbers made me up my dosages from .75 to .88.

I have a tender spot on my chest that I will be getting checked out on the 9th.

Tomorrow morning I have a "full body x-ray bone survey".

Other than that - I'm fine!

Gotta get some sleep - in my electrically heated bed!


Yay! My TSH is 4.45!

TSH4.450.35 - 4.00uIU/mL
What does this mean?

I get a bigger pill!

I started off with  5 MCG of Levothroid, and eventually went up to 75 MCG (that I took only hours ago).

I will start tomorrow taking the bigger 88 MCG of Levothriod.

Just in time to loose the weight I have gained this month...


Just more chemo fallout.

Not happy with WOOT.COM

Big fan of Woot.com, but no more.

Ordered my Dad, his friend, and myself teeshirts off of Shirt Woot.

I even did expidited shipping.

No joy.

Here is the note I left on their blog:

Ordered overnight, still have not received it. 

Waste of effort. 

Waste of time. 

Waste of $35. 

Earlier in the week I even sent them an e-mail, and got this back:
Your email to Woot Member Services has been received. This is an automated reply.
Your request has been assigned Case # W-999157-K6FC.
As you might expect, we receive a fairly large volume of emails. This reply is sent from our case assignment system to indicate your position in the queue has been reserved. Our staff works Monday through Friday during normal business hours in an effort to keep response times under 24 hours. However, on weekends, response times will be delayed until the start of the work week as our staff is not in the office. Please be confident that we will respond and resolve your issue in a timely and efficient manner.
Thank you for your support,

Ya, right.

It was a cool shirt, too - one perfect for Dad and Tony.

Oh, well.  If I am around next year, perhaps we can use it then.

Gotta go to mass now...


They are still out there... God Bless

We hope they have a truly silent night.

Merry Christmas


Guns are the new Gold

Yes, there is concern that things are getting out of control here. Guns and ammo may be the next gold... and they are more fun and useful to boot!

Via: Ammo.net

I do have a few, and yes, ammo has risen, but I didn't realize just how much.

Via: Ammo.net

Crime has risen lately here in my home town, and it will get only worse.  The jails are going to be releasing "non-violent" offenders to relive overcrowding (and over lawyering) in the prisons.


Fair warning: you won't get my stuff that easily (even if the dogs will take you to the secret stash in the back).  And, after going to the range last week, I am getting pretty good at the .45, so take note.

Gotta go clean up some stuff...


Bad back...BAD!

Well, not as bad as what dumped me in the hospital a few years ago, but twinges and twangs of flashback proportions.

The problem is thus:  Collapsed vertebrae damaged nerves, healed wrong, keeping those nerves dangerously close to bone chips ( chips that healed where they fell).  Most of the time I am OK, but then a peculiar twist or bend "twangs" the nerve bundle.  PANIC.  I shut down for a few days, overly cautious and super paranoid that I will have to use the GD walker again.  I eat, get fat, and exasperate the back problem with new stresses.  Repeat.

Yesterday, it hit me as I was getting out of the car.  Luckily, I had gripped the door handle as I was transitioning from sitting to standing, or it would have been ugly.  It took me a few moments to get my hips under my back and settle myself down.

Not fun.

I will crash for a bit before Kristin's birthday bash (ok, just going out to dinner).


RIP Christopher Hitchens

I have read some of his brilliant work online, and heard him several times on the radio... He was brilliant and yet didn't seem too full of himself.

I read this article recently, and since he too was dealing with cancer, it held special meaning for me.

Trial of the Will

Reviewing familiar principles and maxims in the face of mortal illness, Christopher Hitchens has found one of them increasingly ridiculous: “Whatever doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.” Oh, really? Take the case of the philosopher to whom that line is usually attributed, Friedrich Nietzsche, who lost his mind to what was probably syphilis. Or America’s homegrown philosopher Sidney Hook, who survived a stroke and wished he hadn’t. Or, indeed, the author, viciously weakened by the very medicine that is keeping him alive.

If I could write as forcefully and elegantly as he, my life would be complete.

Alas, as my wife noted tonight - Brain Jim work BAD.

Have a Dr. appt. tomorrow to have something looked at.  Rather apprehensive about it.