tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78830357155346048542024-03-13T23:38:57.304-07:00a failure of natural selectionosmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.comBlogger394125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-32445199906745255152017-10-12T19:57:00.002-07:002017-10-12T19:57:22.869-07:00DIY: Halloween Raven Wreath<div style="text-align: left;">
I saw a great halloween wreath at a local shop, but the $120 price tag was too scary for me. So I made my own for under $10.</div>
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<li>grapevine wreath</li>
<li>primer spray paint (optional)</li>
<li>matte black spray paint</li>
<li>clear matte spray paint (optional)</li>
<li>wood glue</li>
<li>black craft wire (I used .5mm and 2mm)</li>
<li>raven (mine required plastic surgery to not resemble a Chernobyl victim) </li>
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Step 1 - Prepare the wreath</h4>
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Remove the leaves and branches, smallest first, until you like what's left. Save a thicker and straightish branch for the perch.</div>
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Get rid of any lose pieces and particulates. A hair dryer or can of air works well, but only if you do it outside. Trust me.</div>
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Step 2 - Spray paint</h4>
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Spray paint the wreath and perch branch, starting with a coat of primer (or not, I only bothered because I already had a can lying around). The wreath is a very forgiving object to spray since all the imperfections hide any spray errors. On the flip side, it takes 27 coats from all sorts of angles to get the entire thing covered. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I did this at night to appease my sadistic side.</td></tr>
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Since mine is for the outside, I also added a clear coat.</div>
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Step 3 - Attach the perch and raven</h4>
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Wedge in the perch into place and attach it with wood glue. A perch that goes all the way across is more structurally sound, but I broke mine. Wire behind the perch is secretly holding it in place.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A wire noose and sharps container kept the raven where it belonged. Halloween symbolism!</td></tr>
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Wrap wire around the legs and feet to attach the bird to the perch. Cut off or hide any wire ends.</div>
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Step 4 - Hang</h4>
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Hang directly from a sturdy branch. I suppose you could also use black ribbon or more wire, but I didn't.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A satisfactorily detailed picture while hanging on the front door was impossible. Just know that it looked awesome.</td></tr>
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osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-40151711080234725012017-09-06T20:48:00.002-07:002017-09-06T20:48:57.671-07:00Helpful Hints for a Happy House: FireLet me be abundantly clear: This is a general guide. I don't know what your local building codes require. You should check them, since I didn't.<br />
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Despite a proclivity to starting non-destructive fires, I'm actually quite paranoid about unintentional fires. Southern California is a hotbed for wildfires, and we happen to live in a Very High Fire Hazard Severity Zone.<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://www.lafd.org/fire-prevention/brush/fire-zone" style="color: #83d265;">1</a></span> Every year, the fire department encourages brush clearance via threats of fines and exorbitantly high removal fees. And yet an alarmingly highly number of my neighbors still have wood shake rooves covered in pine needles, despite Los Angeles banning them in 1989.<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://www.lafd.org/fire-prevention/fire-development-services/wood-roof-guidelines" style="color: #83d265;">2</a></span> Burbank is actually making people remove them,<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://www.burbankca.gov/departments/community-development/building/building-codes/wood-roofs" style="color: #83d265;">3</a></span> while my neighbors ignore maintenance to avoid triggering replacement requirements. So how do I sleep in this tinderbox neighborhood? Smoke alarms! Smoke alarms EVERYWHERE!<br />
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There are two different types of smoke detector sensors - photoelectric and ionization. The National Fire Protection Association recommends using a combination of both.<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://www.nfpa.org/public-education/by-topic/smoke-alarms" style="color: #83d265;">4</a></span> There are dual sensor detectors, but only one of the sensors has to pass to get the unit certified.<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://www.asecurelife.com/best-smoke-detector/" style="color: #83d265;">5</a></span><br />
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There are also different ways to power alarms: high-voltage, low-voltage, and batteries. If you have user-replaceable batteries, change them every six months. I put a reminder on the calendar and change every single one at the same time. If one alarm decides it wants to have its batteries replaced early, it still gets the regularly scheduled replacement. Saving an extra battery or two is not worth the hassle it would become after a few years.<br />
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Speaking of replacements, the actual alarms need to be replaced about every ten years. Each unit should have a replacement or manufacturing date. Again, I recommend changing every unit at once.<br />
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You know that little "TEST" button that you are supposed to hit once a month to deafen yourself? Well, the good news is it tests the alarm. The bad news is it doesn't actually test the sensor. Smoke, like that sold in aerosol cans, is the only way to test the smoke sensor.<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://porch.com/advice/how-to-test-your-smoke-detector/" style="color: #83d265;">6</a></span><br />
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Some alarms can be interconnected, either wired or wirelessly. If one senses smoke, they all go off, making them better at alerting occupants.<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://www.nfpa.org/public-education/by-topic/smoke-alarms/installing-and-maintaining-smoke-alarms" style="color: #83d265;">7</a></span> Usually only alarms from the same company will talk to each other.<br />
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There are other features, such as internet connectivity, built-in carbon monoxide detectors, and easily accessible battery compartments that don't require taking the entire damn thing apart. Our house sports heat detectors interconnected with the smoke detectors,<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://www.systemsensorblog.com/2015/08/heat-detector-vs-smoke-detector/" style="color: #83d265;">8</a></span> though we narrowly escaped installing the residential fire sprinklers required for new builds in California.<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://osfm.fire.ca.gov/codedevelopment/residentialsprinklerandcacodes" style="color: #83d265;">9</a> </span>If our landscape sprinkler system ever gets fixed, we'll probably get a controller that also connects to the smoke detectors so the grass doesn't get charred.<br />
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My final recommendation is to clean your dryer vent and duct. Lint gets past the screen and builds up over time, creating a fire hazard.<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Century Gothic", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 0; position: relative; top: -0.5em; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://www.cpsc.gov/s3fs-public/5022.pdf" style="color: #83d265;">10</a></span>osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-82122720767002311642017-08-25T10:13:00.004-07:002017-08-25T11:52:32.244-07:00The New SMS ProtocolIt's no secret that missed doctor appointments cost doctors oodles of money.<sup><a href="http://www.healthcarefinancenews.com/blog/insight-tackling-healthcares-costly-problem-missed-appointments">1</a></sup> For some reason, doctors don't like this, so patients receive oodles of appointment reminders. Mailed reminders and phone calls are quickly becoming things of the past, in favor of cheaper alternatives often bundled into existing medical scheduling software. There are lots of obvious plus sides for the doctor, but what about for the patient?<br />
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Doctors are on the very short list of people who get my cell phone number. I don't want to play telephone tag when waiting for biopsy results. Plus there are all those nifty laws requiring doctors to keep personal information safe. I felt I could trust them. That trust crumpled under an avalanche of text reminders.<br />
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I received the first from Dr. Plastic Surgeon, alerting me to an upcoming appointment. In a week. I was miffed, but that was nothing compared to my mood after I received one the day before and the day of. I did not miss that appointment, if only to have a little chat with the receptionist.<br />
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Dr. Dentist and Dr. Optometrist soon followed suit, and I had more little chats. It's the same story every time. "We didn't text you, our scheduling software did." Somehow not a single office administrator understood their office is ultimately in control of said software, from purchase to configuration to use. Medical offices should not be hiring anyone who exhibits this level of cognitive inertia.<br />
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Some doctors also have my email address, usually for sending me forms to fill out ahead of time. On top of appointment reminders, I'm also receiving workshop bulletins, surveys, and my personal favorite, new product announcements. Every single one of those gets reported as spam. Every single time.<br />
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New patients fill out extensive questionnaires including contact information. Most of them very specifically ask if they can leave phone messages and with what level of detail, such as test results. Where was this level of concern when someone clicked "Yes" next to "Send text message reminders?" It's much easier for a random person to see an SMS snippet with a doctor's name on a phone screen than it is for a random person to listen to someone else's voice mail. I can't wait for the first lawsuit due to the wrong person seeing a text reminder for an obstetrician.osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-70065845964039971702017-07-28T17:37:00.000-07:002017-07-28T17:37:02.821-07:00Now in Laser Vision!I had Lasik nearly a decade ago. A brief cost-benefit analysis indicated I should do it regardless of price, I did it. As my astigmatism was carefully seared away, perfect vision emerged. In fact, it was even better than perfect! I was the proud owner of 20/15 vision! Note the "was."<br />
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About 8.5 years later, I noticed my vision was decreasing in precision. I wasn't happy, but my hefty Lasik fee included free enhancements for life*, which is just marketing-speak for doing the same procedure again. I went in for an eye exam. The good news? Sufficiently thick corneal tissue. The bad news? Waiting six months.</div>
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Dr. Lasik has the crazy notion that only those with stable vision should get their eyes lasered. Since my vision wasn't checked for longer than I care to admit, the only way to prove stability was waiting six months and getting another exam. In the mean time, I wore glasses.</div>
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I'm not known for patience. And yet, I survived for EIGHT months, due to some paperwork problems involving digging my old chart out of a sub-basement under a bridge. The last couple months were touch and go, but I digress.<br />
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You must have a valid driver/competent adult to take you home, and in return they get to watch everything on a large tv provided. Pictures are even allowed, so time for explicit eyeball surgery!<br />
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⚠️ Warning: Explicit eyeball surgery!<br />
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Step one is confirming that the eyes do in fact exist. To keep things that way, 5 dots are drawn on each eye. Or maybe it was to carefully calibrate points on the cornea. Regardless, it was very reminiscent of the radiation tattoos for perfectly alignment.<br />
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A femtosecond laser creates a thin flap in the cornea. Some low-cost surgeons still use a blade, which has higher risks. Do not recommend.<br />
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The flap is carefully folded down with a tiny foam brush. The bottom isn't detached, so it can be reused later.<br />
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The main laser reshapes the cornea, turning it into a front lens that corrects for the deficiencies in the actual lens. In other words, pew pew!<br />
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After sufficient zapping, the cornea flap is carefully replaced. No stitches, staples, or eye glue is necessary - the flap stays in place by itself. Unless you start rubbing your eye or or jabbing it with a fork. So don't do that.</div>
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<br />The whole thing was repeated for the other eye, and I was ready to head home. Someone put goggles on me to prevent accidental touching, followed by sunglasses strong enough to prevent most screams due to bright light. Lastly, a generous dose of Valium prevented me from caring.<br />
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A checkup the next day confirmed I didn't knock the flap out of place. The goggles! They did something! More importantly, my vision was back to 20/15. I can see faerie dancing on the head of a pin. Assuming there was a faerie small enough to dance on a pin. Or a pin big enough. And within my line of sight.<br />
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Aside from some mild dry eyes for a couple weeks, everything went according to plan. Miraculously, I failed to find a new and interesting way to poke myself in the eyes! X-ray vision is yet to emerge and there are no signs of optic blasts anywhere, but I'm still happy with the results. </div>
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*For those wondering why the original procedure including a lifetime of free enhancements, it's a numbers game that makes for good advertising The $4995 cost (now $5494) doesn't seem as bad when you start adding in a few do-overs. Most people over 30 never need one, and the technology is constantly improving. The only catch is no tech upgrades are included, but I was happy to pay $250/eye for a significantly faster healing time.<br />
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osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-88665675699780711572017-06-17T10:53:00.005-07:002017-06-17T10:53:52.967-07:00The Fish Tank CompulsionMany people associate hand washing with OCD. The person obsesses over hand cleanliness, so they create a ritual around washing their hands properly to alleviate the anxiety. Sometimes the ritual is scrubbing a certain number of times. Sometimes it is a certain manner of washing to get rid of all the dirt and germs. Regardless, continually washing ones hands all day does not actually accomplish anything positive. Even I have dealt with compulsions in the form of rituals to achieve the necessary level of cleanliness.<br />
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Before college, I had a fish tank. Cleaning that fish tank brought up a lot of contamination issues. I put towels down everywhere so no stray drop could get through. Once the dirty water was out and the clean water in, it was time for decontamination. Everything had to be done in a very specific order to prevent contaminating anything. First my clothes went into a pile in the bathroom. I carefully piled them such that no wet spots touched the floor. Then I washed my hands and arms three times, as three was number necessary to get rid of any yucky fish water. If I didn't feel like I sufficiently scrubbed myself, it become four or five times. Next, I wrapped myself in a clean towel and went back to my room to change. All the towels and clothes were carefully carried downstairs and straight into the washer. Just in care, I washed my hands again between carrying the pile and turning on the washer. No sense in getting fish water on the washer controls. Finally, I sprayed down everything with antibacterial cleaner. The outside of the fish tank, all nearby hard surfaces, the bathroom sink. Everything. After waiting a few minutes for the cleaner to work, all the surfaces were wiped down with paper towels. The paper towels went straight into the trash. Finally, I washed my hands another three times. Contamination from the fish water was my obsession and this ridiculous cleaning strategy was my compulsion.<br />
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What happened if something went awry in my plan? Disaster. One time I ran out of antibacterial cleaner. I needed a new bottle from under the kitchen sink. I tried to open the door with my foot, but the childproof lock kept me out. I asked my dad to open the cabinet for me. He refused, saying I should open it myself. In desperation to finish my cleaning, I eventually opened it myself while in a teary mess. My life-preserving decontaminating ritual was ruined.<br />
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For years, I refused to touch that part of the cabinet. No amount of scrubbing or chemicals could disinfect that area sufficiently, as the fish water penetrated the wood. In fact, I never touched it again. It wasn't until the cabinet was replaced that I opened the door under the sink normally.<br />
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Such a rigorous cleaning regiment is clearly not necessary to prevent fish water from ruining my life. Fish water isn't even that horrible compared to other possible contaminants. Somewhere in my brain I always knew this wasn't logical. And yet I continued for years, as performing the compulsion was infinitely better than not doing it.<br />
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After years of cognitive behavioral therapy, I now know how harmful it is to keep performing the compulsion. Instead, through countless hours of exposure and response prevention (ERP), it is possible to overcome the compulsion. Exposing yourself to an obsession and sitting through the anxiety instead of performing the compulsion is incredibly hard by itself. A therapist or ERP coach makes it mind-numbingly painful by constantly reminding you about how horrible the situation is and not letting you cheat. Eventually, the ERP makes it possible to function without performing the specific compulsion. Sometimes the compulsion goes away completely. Other times, the desire to compulse remains, but is bearable. Either way, it's better than living with horrible, time-consuming ritual.osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-55218237871737442942017-05-01T14:27:00.002-07:002017-05-01T14:27:30.862-07:00Combating OCDIt is a common trope to declare oneself as OCD due to some specific desire of orderliness. Shockingly, keeping the house clean or carefully ordering books doesn't qualify as a symptom of OCD by itself. Some people with OCD are complete slobs. Others just shove all the books on the shelf where ever they fit. Merely preferring something a particular way is normal. Having it completely take over everyday life is when it becomes an obsession.<br />
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Obsessive-compulsive Disorder consists of two parts. As described above, the obsession can be nearly anything. Many of my obsessions are around what I consider perfection. The compulsion is something that eases the mind and makes the obsession go away. Mine are often fixing things to make them perfect. Even that last sentence needed to be perfect, so I rewrote it three times before convincing myself to move on.<br />
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Rewriting a sentence a few times doesn't seem like a big deal, but it is part of a much larger problem. If my blog posts aren't perfect, readers will see these imperfections and think I'm an idiot or incapable of properly editing my writing. In reality, these responses aren't actually likely. In my mind, I need to prevent people from thinking poorly of me. And therein lies the problem, causing me to rewrite sentences and even paragraphs over and over.<br />
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The only proven method of combating OCD is through exposures. Exposures have absolutely nothing to do with streaking. An exposure is purposely creating an appropriate obsessive situation and not performing the compulsion to make the anxiety go away. It often takes weeks or months of daily exposures to combat just one obsession.<br />
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Exposures suck. Really really suck. Even minor ones. You can't just do it for five minutes and declare it finished. The entire point is to sit with the horrible anxiety until it decreases. A typical exposure lasts forty-five minutes to an hour. The anxiety may not decrease at all for awhile. For it to work, you have to keep at it, repeating the same exposure daily until the anxiety decreases or disappears entirely for an obsession.<br />
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Any exposure worth its salt is mentally draining. Two a day, plus an hour of regular therapy and an hour of group is also physically draining. Just this half day routine is enough to leave me useless all afternoon.<br />
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Most people with OCD have a large pile of obsessions. That means each of these obsessions needs to be treated individually. The obsessions are usually ranked into a hierarchy, from least horrible to completely life-destroying. As the lower obsessions are conquered, the higher ones become relatively easier to experience.<br />
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Even with countless exposures, some obsessions and compulsions never go away entirely. You just have to be diligent about not falling back into old patterns. It's a lifelong struggle. And on that note, I'm going to hit "Publish", without checking for spelling and grammatical mistakes.osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-19027658325838231252017-03-31T10:48:00.003-07:002017-03-31T10:48:56.247-07:00The High Cost of PerfectionEverything must be perfect. Me, the world around me, even this blog post. What constitutes perfection depends whatever exemplar I create for the thing in question. A major example is my notebook. If I make a mistake and need to cross out or write over something, it is no longer perfect. And when something is no longer perfect, it is ruined. While other people may not even notice such a slight flaw, I need to fix it somehow. Continuing the notebook example, I tear out the page and rewrite it until there are no mistakes. If tearing out the page is not possible, well, the notebook is a complete wash. I need a new one. In the new one, I must rewrite everything exactly as it was the first time. Even the same pen(s) used the first time. Clearly this is no way to live.<br />
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The level of imperfection, and therefore damage, varies from situation to situation. Some things can easily be fixed and once fixed are of little consequence. If something is impossible to fix, such as a past action of mine, I experience high levels of anxiety. My brain can't handle it, so it ruminates on the imperfection for hours, days, even weeks. I only dwell on the perceived problem. Rationally, I know this is completely inane. Nothing in life is perfect. Things get scratched. I make mistakes. Normal wear and tear occurs. And yet it is still the end of the world when these things happen.<br />
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One detrimental way to get around imperfections is to ask for reassurance. Just hearing from someone else that something is not a problem gives me temporary relief. But temporary relief is temporary. It becomes an addiction, with my brain always needing another fix of "it's fine." As with any other addiction, I can't ever get past the problem myself when I keep getting further reassurance.<br />
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Matt used to constantly provide reassurance until he found out that it's actually detrimental in the long run. Even after years of him denying me, I continue to ask. I still crave that quantum of relief.<br />
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My inability to make seemingly simple decisions arises from this perfection problem. I need to make the perfect decision every time, so I continually mull over every option, looking for possible benefits and flaws for every option. I even ask other people for opinions. I get so wrapped up with trying to make the perfect selection that I never actually make one.<br />
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After selling my beloved car, my therapist suggested that I use a bit of the money to get myself something something nice. Nothing that I need, merely something to enjoy. I narrowed my search down to a necklace, a nice pen, and a camera lens. I was able to remove the lens from consideration as it would be slightly superfluous, but there isn't a right or wrong answer for the other two options. It's been two weeks and I've successfully accomplished is looking at both in person. The longer I take to decide, the more energy I waste ruminating on the options.<br />
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I really wish I could see the world like most people. Imperfections are okay, and things are still completely usable. I just need to convince my brain of that.osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-68950916075290712502017-03-27T10:10:00.000-07:002017-03-27T10:10:23.580-07:00Review: restaurant deliverygrubhub<br />
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doordash<br />
- multiple problems, but always resolved it easily<br />
- wider selection<br />
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caviar<br />
- never had a problem with the delivery<br />
- set delivery price + service charge<br />
- smaller selection, but "curated"<br />
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postmates<br />
- service fee + delivery fee + tip<br />
- doesn't know what customer service is<br />
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uber eats<br />
- don't come to the door<br />
- cheap delivery if no surge<br />
- owned by the uber asshatsosmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-59974791595398438022017-03-10T17:24:00.002-08:002017-03-31T10:14:55.552-07:00Review: Nextdoor, letgo, OfferUp, and Close5<div dir="ltr">
In my effort to speed up the process of getting rid of the stuff in the garage, I decided to take a foray into all the local selling apps that are appearing everywhere. I chose Nextdoor, letgo, OfferUp, and Close5. There are many other apps, so I narrowed my choices down to the four that seemed the most popular. I listed the washer and dryer on all of them, as well as on Craigslist.<br />
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Nextdoor</h4>
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Nextdoor is more of a social network based on proving you live in a specific neighborhood. Aside from their annoying verification system, posting a classified was easy. I had no problem using existing pictures, even in the app. The only real downside is that it is similar to Facebook's news feed - as new posts are created and responded to, your post gets pushed down. Though I created my listing through their app, I had no problems editing anything through their full-featured website.<br />
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The big drawback to Nextdoor was finding my post. There is no option anywhere to just get a page of your posts. Their help page even says to just search through your feed to find it! If there is a lot of action, this is obviously annoying. The best way I found was to search through only the classifieds section, which had fewer posts.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nextdoor is all down to business - everything you need to know arranged in a logical order.</td></tr>
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letgo</h4>
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letgo's approach is SELL YOUR EVERYTHING! The app is dead simple to use, which unintentionally also makes it frustrating. Every page has some sort of new listing button, often taking up otherwise valuable screen real estate on a phone. Clicking any of these buttons allows you to take a picture or select one existing picture. Once selected, your post is live. That's it. Perhaps you'd like to include a price or a title? Now you have to go back and edit your listing. Don't bother with the categories; they are too vague to matter. Does my vacuum fall in "electronics" or "home and garden?" Meh.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why was I searching for something when I could be selling my stuff instead?</td></tr>
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They want everything to be done from within the app, but they have a website. I don't recommend visiting unless you want to lose brain function. letgo also sent a "helpful" email informing me that my item was listed. I made the mistake of clicking the link to my item; it only ever showed an error page. The worst part is the website has the same issue with new listing buttons. All of them just give you a popup saying to use the app. Even the mark as sold button doesn't do squat. Web design 101 - if you have a giant button, it damn well better work.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Both streets are a random street near me. I think they were supposed to be my city.</td></tr>
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The listings themselves were tenuous at best. Sometimes they appeared in search results, and sometimes they disappeared from my account entirely. My personal favorite was the pictures randomly changing order until the least useful picture became the main picture. I had to delete and reupload that picture. When the listings did appear, they were listed as being in <streetname>, CA. Everyone's listings had this problem.<br />
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The one thing letgo did right was alerting me when prospective buyers made contact. Of course, the entire city was alerted by the disturbingly loud and annoying notification sound. And the entire city continued to be traumatized as notifications had to be on for everything or nothing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Note the title they "helpfully" inserted for me. At least they got the object correct this time.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have no idea of to where in the aether my description ran.</td></tr>
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Offerup</h4>
OfferUp's app feels a lot more pleasant to use. Creating a listing takes a few more steps than with letgo, but I felt like I created a much better listing when I was done. You take pictures, pick a price, pick a condition, and write a description. While I was happy to see condition options, they were overly broad.<br />
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My listings didn't appear immediately, but they eventually did in both searches and my online profile. Again, I couldn't edit anything on the website, but everything could be easily edited in the app.<br />
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OfferUp clearly had the same person in charge of notifications as letgo. This time it was an absurdly loud cash register sound. I desperately wanted to turn off notifications for everything but activity on my listings, but I either had to turn them off for everything or nothing. Not cool.</div>
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After using the other apps, close5 felt like a school project that hadn't been finished, but needed to be turned in. It insisted that my location was Redwood City, CA, no matter how many times I changed it. You can pick multiple pictures at once, instead of one at a time like the other apps, but you can't remove them or change the order. Postings just have a short description, no title, and don't always appear in search results. Make sure your listing is perfect the first time, as there is no way to edit the description. close5 did let me delete postings instead of marking them as sold, which felt more correct since the items weren't sold via close5.<br />
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close5 barely has a website. It offers a basic search and nothing else. Don't even bother checking it, and definitely don't bother trying to use their search.<br />
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Just stick with Craigslist. Their search actually works, posts aren't transient, you can access it easily from a computer or mobile device, and, most importantly, it is easy to update or remove an existing post. If you really feel you must get more attention for an item, then venture into the apps. But until they stop spending all of their venture capital funds on advertising and start making their apps and websites work properly, they are not worth the headache.</div>
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osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-30284557798269862142017-03-06T12:25:00.002-08:002017-03-06T12:25:24.382-08:00OCD vs My HouseWe bought our house and spent an imperial buttload of money renovating it to our exacting standards. It's been done for nearly two years, and yet I can't simply enjoy living there. Instead, I focus on the tiny little things that aren't perfect. Some are minuscule mistakes that anyone normal person wouldn't even notice. Some are game-day decisions to get around construction obstacles. Some are things we just plain didn't think about until after they were already done. The only thing they all have in common is they make me uncomfortable in my own house.<br />
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One of the major offenders is the living room ramp. There are three stairs between the dining room and living room area. Code requires that the risers are the same height across every stair. To accomplish this, there is a slight ramp at the bottom of the stairs.<br />
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The rest of the lower area (living room, powder room, and office) is all the same level. If we knew about this problem, and I convinced Matt to spend an extra five thousand on subfloor, we could have slightly raised the entire area. But we didn't, and now I have to live with it. Except I can't.<br />
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Every time I feel the slight incline under my feet, I get upset. Rationally, I know this isn't a big deal. I even measured the angle once, and it's only 0.2°. A negligible angle that most people don't even notice, while I spend hours ruminating over its existence.<br />
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Avoidance is a characteristic response of OCD. I, being the queen of avoidance, take a larger step at the bottom of the stairs to avoid treading on the offending ramp. I've done it so often that I don't even notice the altered gait going either up or down. Long term, such avoidance only perpetuates the cycle. For right now, it gets me through the day and through my house.</div>
osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-3628855358894359492017-02-20T10:47:00.001-08:002017-02-20T10:47:42.437-08:00Double stuft garageOur garage is filled with crap. Lot of different varieties of crap. Millions of files, old golf clubs, random stuff from Matt's parents, and who knows what else. Aside from my tools and our current golf clubs, we pretty much don't want any of it. We considered "fixing" the problem via fire, but that seemed like a bad idea during a major drought. Sorting through everything and having a giant garage sale was a much better solution, and one much less likely to end with being captured by a bail bondsman. So we started going through everything. That was in October.<br />
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Somehow we managed to get through nearly every box. The few things we actually wanted mostly made it inside. Everything else was either marked for selling or tossed. We realized we had so many extra files of paper that shredding it ourselves was a losing proposition. Hiring a shredding company to make it disappear was a much better solution. We had a plan for everything, and everything was going well. Then the water came.<br />
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Now, with the garage being an Official Mold Zone(TM), our lovely plans all went to hell. We can't have a garage sale with moldy water dripping down the walls. And we can't tear apart the garage with all sorts of stuff inside. Time for a new plan.<br />
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Calling a paper shredding company is still viable. But how to get rid of everything else? Craigslist! Anything with any real value (translation: worth over $40) gets listed. Everything else gets shoved in cardboard boxes for Goodwill to retrieve.<br />
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We spent the weekend curating the best items. I cleaned and photgraphed everything, while Matt researched prices. For now, we have seven excellent posts, with items ranging from luggage to a washer and dryer set. Buyers can contact me via Craigslist's awesome email relay or by text or phone. I have a burner number set up on my cell phone, so no crazy people have my real number.<br />
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I quickly got a lot of responses. Unfortunately, nearly have been from scammers. Scammers are the scum of the earth, and they all deserve to crash into trees at high speeds. Preferably on a rainy night in the middle of nowhere. Without wearing a seatbelt. Did I mention that I truly hate scammers?<br />
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The scammers all follow nearly the same script. Broken English, with the entire post title in the first message. No real person is going to bother typing out the entire post title into a text message. But, just in case it is the one in a million real person who does things differently, I always reply at least once. They either accept the price straight away, or haggle the exact same way. They want "to purchase it asap." Then they mention that "i won't be chanced to come around for check up due to the nature of my job." Perhaps that's because their job is to cheat people out of their money? Needless to say, I stop bothering at that point.<br />
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Of course, there are some real people who actually want to buy things. About half of them are idiots who clearly failed remedial reading. What color is the suitcase? Gee, perhaps it's red, as clearly shown in all the photos and written in the listing? Or can I buy just one speaker from the set you listed? Why on earth would I agree to that? I would never be able to sell the rest of the system, as a 5.1 speaker system needs five freaking speakers!<br />
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There are still more things to list, and hopefully everything gets sold eventually. Eventually had just better be sooner rather than later.osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-7008160169146798872017-02-15T10:53:00.001-08:002017-02-15T10:53:10.091-08:00In which the garage of dooooom gets worseAs previously mentioned, the garage has slightly way more water inside than out. I called a mold inspector to come admire the disaster, and guess what he found? Two kinds of mold! Thankfully, they are both in the garage. There is a damp wall in the house from the roof leak, but no mold there. Yay for small miracles.<br />
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The weird red dots on the back wall are one kind of mold, while the rest of the dark green blobs are the second. It's like the world's worst Christmas decorations! Actual mushrooms are sprouting from the green blobs as they spread out. I guess those are the ornaments on the mold garlands. Every time we dare enter the mold zone, more mold and mushrooms are visible.<br />
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As a stopgap, Matt suggested caulking around the outside. Armed with three tubes of silicone caulk and a caulk gun, I proceeded to shove as much caulk into the outside cracks as I could. The worst crack was more of a hole, and the silicone kept falling out. I ended up wedging a small rock in the hole, the caulking the hell out of the whole thing. I'm just going to assume that the rock is nonporous.<br />
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Now you may be wondering how I reached these high up cracks. Well, it involved a stepladder, bricks for leveling said stepladder, and Matt using his body weight to hold everything steady. Not exactly the ideal circumstances, especially since we were working quickly to finish before the rain started again. The worst part was using a utility knife to chop off mushrooms that were peaking out through the cracks. The only saving grace was the caulk claiming to be watertight in 30 minutes, which is about how much time it had before the rain started again. Needless to say, the caulking job is not going to win any awards for neatness.<br />
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The next step was to call the insurance companies. Not knowing which to call first, I just guessed and called home owner's insurance. I explained the situation to them and opened a claim. I didn't bother mentioning the roof leak, which will come in at maybe ten percent of the deductable. The phone agent wasn't able to tell me what, if anything, would be covered. I'd have to wait for the adjuster. Oh, and due to all the rain, the assignment of adjusters is backed up, so it would take a few days before one was assigned.<br />
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Luck me, an adjuster called the next day. He said he would send an inspector out to survey the damage, after which they could determine what was covered. He also said I should call my flood insurance company.<br />
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The flood insurance phone agent started a claim for me. Because Mercury was in retrograde, the claim system automatically rejected my claim since the garage is detached. Um, what the fuck? I asked the agent to wait while Matt and I rechecked our policy. Not only does the included FEMA brochure specifically mention that detached garages are covered, the policy specifically mentions that it is covered as well.<br />
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The phone agent offered to put through the claim despite the rejection, but she wasn't sure it would get anywhere. Clearly something in the system got fixed as an adjuster was assigned and called me the very next day. They, too, would be sending out an inspector.<br />
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The flood inspector came first to look at the damage caused by ground water. He looked at everything around both the house and garage, including the water under the raised foundation part of the house. He found even more spots growing mold in the garage ceiling. However, the flood insurance doesn't cover mold remediation. You would think that if anything, flood insurance would cover mold. What they do cover is just ripping everything out and replacing it. Now here's where it gets really fun. They fix the water and mold damaged areas, but they don't fix the cause of the water damage. Instead, they'd rather keep fixing the same issue over and over. For us, this means they will cover their portion of the garage, but not any digging to put in French drains or regrading of the yard. How freaking stupid is that?<br />
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The home owner's inspector came the very next day. He was very unsure as to how much, if any, that insurance would cover. They don't cover cracks caused by normal wear of a building, but they may cover the damage caused by them. Also, he was very displeased by the entire garage. He kept asking if we pulled permits and used a reputable builder. We did both, so we'll see what happens. Just for funsies, they also don't cover fixing the root cause. I declared them to also be stupid.<br />
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As of now, I'm waiting to hear back from both adjusters. There is basically no chance of anyone but ourselves paying to put in the necessary waterproofing and drains. The flood inspector confirmed that the entire rooftop deck needs to be ripped off and redone. The cracks were possibly caused by ground water moving dirt around underneath the garage, causing the garage to sink/settle and crack. This possibly makes the cracks and that damage fall under flood insurance, but since it wasn't ground water directly, that damage may fall under home owner's. The only obvious part is the ground water coming through the cinder blocks. In other words, the entire thing is a giant clusterfuck. And while everything gets sorted out, the mold continues to flourish. Maybe we can start a penicillin farm?osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-39627143305062959802017-02-14T09:49:00.002-08:002017-02-14T09:49:54.381-08:00OMG PNYZA couple of years ago, the old BMW X5 died. We kept it around after Matt got his new car so we'd have something to put the dogs in. I considered selling my beloved 2008 Audi S5 in favor of an electric BMW i3. The rear seats fold down, making enough room for the dogs. When we needed it, we could just rent a car to take skiing or where ever. I decided not to for a few reasons, such as the house was still under construction and I couldn't put a charging station in the rental house. However, we still had a problem. Doggies are not allowed in my car, with it's "back seat." Doggies are also not allowed in Matt's. Our first world solution was to lease a BMW X1 for toting around the dogs and driving up snowy mountains. We figured by the time the lease was up, there would be more electric options and we could put a charging station in the completed garage.<br />
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Well, we still had three cars. Admittedly, it was a silly solution, made under pressure. And now two of the cars required monthly payments, instead of just one. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like selling my Audi was the correct financial decision. The only problem - I didn't want to.<br />
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I truly loved my S5. Red leather interior, manual transmission, and exceptional handling at 95MPH (don't tell Grandma). The interior was spotless, except for the red ribbon around the stick. The only deficiency was the carbon fiber trim pieces. For whatever reason, the carbon fiber glue failed and the pieces started peeling off. The dealer wanted $900 PER PIECE just in parts, since all four entire trims had to be replaced (two on the front doors, two in the back). I declined their offer and bought used pieces online for $550 total. The body shop was going to install them for a few hundred.<br />
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Before I could install the pieces, another asshat hit my car and declined to leave a note. Add another few hundred to fix the scrapes on the driver's side door. And then the clutch started acting weird.<br />
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When you ease up on the clutch, the pedal is supposed to automatically rise up. Instead, it desided to only come up halfway. I discovered this on a freeway on ramp when I stalled the car. I "fixed" the problem by pulling the clutch back up with my foot.<br />
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It only happened once the first day, so I chalked it up to a fluke. Sadly, it started happening more and more on subsequent days. Time to bring my car in for service.<br />
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It took the mechanics a day and half to be sure, and then my service advisor called me with the bad news. The clutch fork needed to be replaced. The part itself was only a few hundred, but to get to the fork the entire freaking transmission needed tobe dropped. That's $3900 in labor. Based on experience, there was also a good chance that the clutch assembly would need to be replaced, for an extra two grand. Great.<br />
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I got a price from the dealer. After a bit of negotiating, I got him up $500 by throwing in the trim pieces I already bought. It was a $50 loss, but easier than trying to resell the pieces myself. I was thinking of trying to sell my car third pary, but that would require fixing everything first. Based on online research, that would only get me an extra thousand or so over what Audi offered me, if I was able to get top dollar. There was a reasonable chance that I wouldn't. My original plan was to drive over to CarMax for a second offer, but driving all the way there in the rain with a bad clutch didn't exactly seem safe. So, in the end, I just sold my precious car back to the dealer.<br />
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Good bye, my love.<br />
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<br />osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-18138699417133667422017-01-25T09:47:00.000-08:002017-01-30T19:08:50.242-08:00Water water everywhere. Especialy in the garage.Last year, Los Angeles was supposed to be flooded by El Niño. It came and went, and the drought barely noticed. This year, however, we had more rain in two weeks than all of last year combined. At first, I was ecstatic. I missed the rain, especially nice, luod thunderstorms. Then the water started invading our house.<br />
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Off the master bedroom is a balcony inset into the mansard roof. It has stucco walls and a stucco ceiling. During rainstorms, water sometimes blows into the balcony and leaves wet spots. However, there is no known rain that blows up and soaks just one spot in the ceiling. Crap.<br />
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As the rain continued battering Los Angeles, the wet spot on the ceiling grow. Spots appeared in one of the walls, eventually connecting to form a giant blob of doom. The ceiling started dripping water. At this point we were convinced there must be some sort of roof leak. I constantly checked the master bedroom and the living room corners directly under the balcony for signs of moisture. Thankfully, the water seamed happy to stay on the balcony.<br />
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We emailed our contractor, who, while surprised, agreed to send out the roofer. The roofer found a leak, but, as of today, still can't fix it until everything finishes drying out.<br />
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Our garage is a completely separate structure set into the hill, with a rooftop deck covered in stone tiles. Clearly it felt left out, as it began leaking. First it was just wet cinderblock walls.<br />
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This was not entirely unexpected due to the waterstains all over the walls. As the rain continued, more water came through, until it was actually dripping down the blocks and pooling on the floor.<br />
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Cracks, hopefully from settling, formed between the deck tiles that wrap around to the sides and the wall stucco.<br />
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Water penetrated the cracks, leading to water stains on the ceiling. By itself, this wasn't the moist worrisome thing ever.<br />
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See that giant conduit? That's right! One of the leaks is directly above the electrical subpanel! Even better, the water is flowing down behind the particle board emerging where the wall changes to cinder blocks.<br />
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Pools formed on the cinder block ledge, eventually overflowing to create nice puddles on the floor. We decided that the boxes of leftover glass tile were of low priority and left them there. Even if the boxes get ruin, the tiles will be fine.<br />
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Along the back wall was boxes of leftover hardwood flooring. I used the word "were" because Matt had to move the ridiculously heavy boxes away from the seepage. Hidden behind them, where the plastic wrapped boxes leaned against the wall, was a very odd pattern of water.<br />
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We had absolutely no idea what the spots were until things started drying out and the spots turned red. Red? Yes, red. As in red mold. Later today I will call the mold company because it's such a large area and I won't feel comfortable until a professional looks at it.<br />
<br />osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-1601097743289810112017-01-23T09:48:00.002-08:002017-01-24T09:46:17.288-08:00We can rebuild her. We have the technology.Over a year ago, Reese started limping after a trip to the doggy beach. We initially chalked it up to too much running around and merely needing some rest. Alas, this was not the case. She would rest (read: not get her tennis ball thrown every thirty seconds) for a few days, then immediately start limping as soon as we ramped up her activity level. It was time for the vet.<br />
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The Dr. Vet poked and prodded her leg and knee, while Reese glared at him. The joint was swollen and clearly causing her discomfort. We tried everything Dr. Vet recommended, such as anti-inflammatories, but nothing produced a lasting result. Finally, months later, it was time to visit Dr. Orthopaedic Vet.<br />
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Apparently when dogs tear their CCL (cranial cruciate ligament, the doggy version of an ACL), it is usually degenerative rather than acute. That means instead of a sudden tear and lots of howling, it slowly tears over a period of time. Dr. Orthopaedic Vet further explained that the ligament can't recover from tears, but it can be replaced with string and scar tissue. She couldn't be 100% sure about how badly, if at all, the ligament was torn prior to surgery, but, in her experience, it was torn and needed to be fixed.<br />
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After much debate, we chose the less invasive option to fix her knee. Basically, a bunch of fishing wire is wrapped around the knee to hold it together, and eventually scar tissue builds up and keeps everything steady. As the knee heals, stretches and increased mobility prevent the scar tissue from locking the knee in place while simultaneously building up strength.<br />
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We scheduled her surgery for as soon as possible. Afterwards, Dr. Orthopaedic Vet said her ligement was 90% torn. She kept Reese in the hospital overnight for observation, after which she was very ready to come home.<br />
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Sadly for her, Reese had two months of rehabilitation in front of her. At first, she was stuck in her crate most of the time, to prevent her from trying to walk around. At first, she was groggy enough to not care.<br />
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That lasted for about as long as you'd expect. With her normal imperviousness to pain, she wanted to run around and eat tennis balls. However, the doctor said she was limited to five minute potty walks and nothing else. Let's just say the two weeks until her stitches were removed were very loud.</div>
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Once the stitches were finally out, the cone came off and physical therapy could begin. At first she was super excited to be out of the house and meeting new people. When the therapist laid her on her said and began stretching and massaging her leg, Reese changed her mind and wanted out of there. It took at least one vet tech to hold her still enough for the therapist to do her job.<br />
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Next came the obstacle course. Normal dogs are lured through the course with treats, but Miss Picky Pants wanted nothing to do with the offered food. She even turned up her snout at cheese. Thankfully, she was willing to follow Matt through the course. I helped by pointing and laughing.<br />
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Finally, the water tank. It's basically a treadmill in tank with varying amounts of water. In Reese's case, the water resistance forces her to use certain muscles, strengthening them. As she still refused to be lured by traditional nom noms, they threw a tennis ball in the tank. That got her moving.<br />
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With increased activity levels and regular physical therapy, Reese's leg was clearly healing nicely. The only problem was that her other hind leg was getting worse. It is common for dogs with one CCL tear to tear the other one. What no one mentioned is that by favoring the good knee both before and after surgery, the good CCL can develop a degenerative tear. I'll give you guess as to what happened.<br />
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We got to repeat the entire process over again. Reese's other knee was fixed over Thanksgiving, as she needed to be boarded at the vet anyway since she couldn't run around at the normal place. She recovered more quickly this time, as there wasn't another torn ligament hindering her progress. And thankfully, she's out of knees to replace.</div>
osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-37782182492395117382017-01-05T12:50:00.000-08:002017-01-05T12:50:07.263-08:00Star Trekking, across the universeBecause we're super cool, Matt, a second Matt, and I went to a Star Trek convention in San Francisco. It was basically what we expected - standard nerds, some in costume. I wanted to dress up, but Matt (both, really) was boring and flat out refused.<br />
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I was planning on getting a photo signed by <a href="http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/John_de_Lancie">John de Lancie</a>, who played <a href="http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Q">Q</a>, my second favorite Star Trek character. (For those wondering, my favorite is <a href="http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Garek">Garek</a>.) The plan was to buy a picture of Q from one of the vendors. However, there were shockingly few vendors, and only one selling glossy 8x10s appropriate for signing. While mulling over the equally unideal choices, Matt noticed a picture of <a href="http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Terry_Farrell">Terry Farrell</a> from <a href="http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Trials_and_Tribble-ations_(episode)">Trials and Tribble-ations</a>, my second favorite Deep Space 9 episode. Anyone noticing a trend here? Anyway, I decided to get that picture as well and get it signed.<br />
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Next it was time to meet Q. He was very nice - he asked some questions and listened to my answers. It was almost like a real conversation! The table next to him housed <a href="http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Denise_Crosby">Denise Crosby</a>, who saw my four ponies of the apocalypse t-shirt. She struck up a conversation about it and told me about the <a href="http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Natasha_Yar">Tasha Yar</a> My Little Pony that someone made. She even looked up a picture of it on her phone!<br />
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After that encounter, there was only one logical thing to do. We found the hotel's business center and paid $1.90 for a crappy printout of the Tasha Yar My Little Pony.<br />
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When I brought it back over and asked her to sign it, she went nuts. Good nuts, just to be clear. She desperately tried to get John de Lancie's attention, but he was trying to ignore her and talk to another fan. After she signed the page, I held it up over the should of the other fan's head so he'd finally see it. At first he was quite confused as to what on earth was going on that required his immediate attention, but he eventually acknowledged the pony and its inherent awesomeness.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inherent awesomeness.</td></tr>
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Now that such a glorious memento is in my possession, I feel the need to create a ridiculously awesome photo album in which to store it. I'm thinking of making it look like a <a href="http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/PADD">PADD</a>.<br />
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Still basking in the glory from my successful encounters the previous day, I decided to brave the microphone and ask Q a question during his Q&A. There were two microphones, each with about five or six people waiting when I got up to the front. I patiently waited my turn as people alternated between legitimate questions and asking for validation on their creepy stalker stories and pet theories.<br />
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Finally, the person in front of me asked her question. All that was standing in front of me and 15 seconds of talking in front of hundreds of people was a kid at the other mike. The kid claimed to be 13, but he looked closer 8. And he was dressed like Wesley Crusher, complete with the <a href="https://moosewithbreakfast.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/crusher-rainbow.png">sweater</a>. I thought to myself, "If anyone is going to ruin my amazing question, it's going to be freaking Wesley."<br />
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Well, guess what happened next. While he did not ask the exact same question, it was annoyingly similar. I desperately wanted to yell, "SHUT UP WESLEY!" I even contemplated leaving the line, but I didn't want to be berated publicly by Q. I tried desperately to think of anything resembling a valid question. My idiot brain went completely blank. And then it was my turn to speak.<br />
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With nothing else to say, I gave up and just asked my original question. "Which captain did you most enjoy tormenting?" To no one's surprise, he replied that he just answered that question. "I know, but after waiting in line, I at least wanted a chance to ask." And I ran off to hide at the bottom of a deep chasm. Or back to my chair, which was slightly closer.<br />
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osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-37347177960662988332016-12-28T12:51:00.000-08:002016-12-28T12:51:07.765-08:00When good organs go badWhat happens when you combine dogabetes and IBD? Pancreatitis! While the exact cause is not known, diabetes can bring it about. And just for funsies, a previous bouts is a possible indicator of future bouts. Since Zero can't exactly say, "My tummy hurts, I don't wanna go to school today," we discovered the problem the same way anything else is discovered with a dog - through a sudden change in behavior.<br />
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Normally Zero eats everything and anything you put in front of him. If it's feeding time at the O.K. Corral, he's front and center waiting by the trough. Except suddenly he wasn't. He was barely moving, just lying in bed. We coaxed him over for food, even brought food to him, but he was completely uninterested. Zero being uninterested in food means time for everyone's favorite thing - the vet!<br />
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Zero walked slowly down the stairs and tried to sit by the door, but it was obvious sitting was painful. I wasn't sure if picking him up would make things worse, so we ended up letting him walk to the car.<br />
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After an extensive medical history and some X-rays, the vet confirmed that Zero had pancreatitis. He had a minor case a few months before the dogabetes diagnosis, which required an overnight hospitalization, but he quickly recovered. This time wasn't so easy.<br />
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Reese was not a fan of leaving Zero behind at the vet. We visited him every day, and every day Reese would stop at the top of the stairs to wait for Zero.<br />
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At home, she went on a hunger strike, refusing to eat much of anything as long as her brother was missing.<br />
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Meanwhile, Zero wasn't getting any better. There isn't any miracle cure for pancreatitis. IV fluids, monitoring, and waiting are the basic protocol. Unless the patient refuses to eat for a few days, in which he gets a feeding tube up his nose, down his throat, and into his stomach. In case that's not bad enough, a couple of stitches hold the tube in place on his snout.<br />
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About five days in, Zero finally started to turn around. He became more active and even began eating on his own. Much to his delight, the feeding tube came out. One more night, and we were finally able to bring him back home. It took a few more days of rest at home, but he did recover.<br />
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osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-43852679799666901462016-12-20T09:49:00.001-08:002016-12-20T09:49:11.532-08:00Batshit crazyThis happened nearly two years ago. For whatever reason (laziness), I never finished this post. On with the story!<br />
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Matt was in the front yard with the dogs when he heard a horrible screeching sound. Of course Reese located the source first, and proceeded to closely sniff the offender. At first, Matt thought it was an injured bird, but closer inspection revealed that it was a bat. A BAT. In the middle of the day. Not good.<br />
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I called animal control, and they sent someone out to investigate. In the meantime, we were supposed to trap, assuming we could do so safely. The bat hopped to the side of our house, screeching all the way. We cornered it into a box, then wedged in a furniture dolly. Just in case the tiny bat grew super strength to move the box, we didn't want a super strong crazy bat chasing us.<br />
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After merely half an eternity, Mr. Animal Control arrived with his official grabby tool. He informed us that if he had to take the bat with him, it would be euthanized and checked for rabies. In all of Los Angeles County, only around 40 rabid bats are found each year, so odds were against our bat being infected. It would be best for everyone, especially the bat, if it just flew off.<br />
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He carefully used the grabby tool to put the bat on a ledge, hoping it would fly off. It just laid there, occasionally hopping or screeching. Mr. Animal Control admitted this was not a good sign, especially with it still being daylight out.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*poke poke* You can fly away now.</td></tr>
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It did the same thing when put on the ground. Well, Mr. Bat had his chance. Conveniently, we had a plethora of boxes lying around, so Mr. Animal Control used one to take the bat away in.</div>
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Now that the bat was safely in a box, Mr. Animal Control started asking questions about the dogs. "How close did they get?" "Is there any chance one got bit?" Apparently bat fangs are so sharp and tiny that not even humans always notice when they get bit. Finding a bat bite on a dog is like finding a needle in a haystack. In other words, time for booster shots!<div>
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As soon as he left, we took the dogs over to the vet. They were both current on their rabies shots, but standard procedure is to give them booster vaccines on day 0 and day 30, just in case. Unfortunately, standard procedure also involves notifying the county about a possible rabies case. Boo.</div>
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The county put both Reese and Zero under a thirty day quarantine, even though only Reese was ever actually within chomping distance of the bat. We had to send in official copies of both dogs' pre-existing and booster rabies certificates. Without proof of prior vaccines, the quarantine would be 180 days. The only good part was that we could do quarantine at our house, as opposed to some horrible county facility. Yay for small miracles?</div>
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If we got lucky and the bat tested negative for rabies, the quarantine would be lifted immediately. Of course, that did not happen. About a week later I got a phone call saying that the bat tested positively. Only 40 cases a year, and one had to literally land in our front yard.</div>
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Everyone managed to survive being cooped up in the house. We received an official letter from the county saying that the dogs were free to roam the streets again. Reese and Zero got their second round of boosters. Apparently their bat encounter was big news at the vet. Every time we went back, someone would ask us if these were the bat dogs.</div>
osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-15167971938264571812016-12-01T12:36:00.000-08:002016-12-01T12:36:00.391-08:00Zero's grand Thanksgiving adventure!Due to Reese's surgery, Zero came with us to the east coast for Thanksgiving. We save our quadrillions of miles/points/generic-flight-units for Thanksgiving upgrades (and international travel), since it's the worst time of year to fly. As such, poor Zero was forced to experience business class from under the seat in front of him.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To add insult to injury, the passenger to our left had a fluffy golden retriever service dog with a big bag of treats. Not only was Zero stuck in the bag, he had to watch the other dog scarf down delicious nom noms. The last straw was when the service dog put the treat mere inches from Zero and ate it practically under his nose. Zero clearly had enough. "GROWL! GRRR GRRR! CHOMP!" That sufficiently enticed the service dog to eat in the aisle.</div>
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Zero was super excited to join us for Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Due to his incredibly strict diet, Zero was only allowed a few iotas of turkey, but he was happy enough to eat his normal food. After dinner, he was the only one still interested in more food.</div>
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<br />On Saturday, we headed into New York for a night of glitz and glamour. Zero took his first train ride!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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He wasn't exactly a fan of all the rocking back and forth, but, contrary to what he says, he did survive.</div>
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We checked into our room at the Ritz-Carlton Battery Park and took Zero for his evening constitutional through the park. Afterwards, he made himself comfortable for the evening.</div>
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He chilled in his nest while we met a friend for drinks at the hotel bar.<div>
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The next morning, after his breakfast and walk, we moved his nest into the bathroom. Just in case something went wrong with his insides, we wanted it to be more easily cleanable.</div>
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Matt and I braved the <strike>high seas</strike> freezing cold harbor to visit the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island like proper tourists. We'd both been there before, though not for years.</div>
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<br />When we returned to the hotel, Zero had a nasty surprise in store for us. Apparently something freaked him out, enticing him to chew his way out of the bathroom.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pile on the right is only some of the wood shavings he created.</td></tr>
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Zero's been left alone in plenty of hotel rooms before. He didn't touch a thing in the Extended Stay, but ate the finishings in the freaking Ritz-Carlton. Clearly he has expensive taste.<br /><div>
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Matt punted him out of the seventh floor window. I laughed, yelled, and eventually called the front desk to request that a manager come up.</div>
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After a very long twenty minutes that was supposed to be spent driving to the airport, the loss prevention manager arrived. He surveyed the damage and determined that it was merely the molding, not the actual door. He also kept mentioning how we're super awesome for actually telling them about the damage instead of trying to hide it behind a pile of towels. I took both of these as good signs.</div>
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Despite his behavior, we did take Zero back home. He even was still allowed another go in business class. Hopefully he enjoyed it, as it is certain to be his last. </div>
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As of today, Thursday, we haven't heard anything about how much the door destruction recompense will be. I'm still optimistic that it will be covered by the standard pet fee.</div>
osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-2171802142604570372016-11-22T09:45:00.001-08:002016-12-22T09:31:47.820-08:00DIY: River Song's TARDIS journalAt the suggestion of some friends, I've decided to start posting some of my DIY projects here. The first is River Song's TARDIS journal.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The journal, as left for River by the Tenth Doctor.</td></tr>
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I made mine a photo album, in which to store signed cast photos from Gallifrey One. You can substitute a normal journal/notebook if that's more to your liking. Once I figured out what I was doing, it was actually pretty simple. If the instructions look complicated, that's only because I wrote them in excruciating detail.<br />
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Supplies</h4>
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<li><a href="http://www.dickblick.com/products/itoya-art-profolio-multi-ring-refillable-binders/">photo album</a> (or whatever album/notebook you are covering)</li>
<li>dark blue leather (thinner is better)</li>
<li><a href="https://www.tandyleather.com/en/product/ecoweld-water-based-contact-adhesive">contact adhesive</a></li>
<li>glue brush</li>
<li>glue stick</li>
<li>paper cutter</li>
<li>photo mat</li>
<li>TARDIS template (I used the one posted <a href="http://68.media.tumblr.com/10605499da034bef1eac5a48b44c7ec2/tumblr_inline_mrfy4gNk8w1qz4rgp.png">here</a> by Nerdfighteria@UCSD)</li>
<li>Q-tips</li>
<li><a href="http://www.dickblick.com/products/black-ink-embossed-pebble-papers/">inside cover lining paper</a> (thicker is better)</li>
<li>pencil</li>
<li>metal ruler</li>
<li>disposable gloves</li>
<li>dark permanent marker (specific color doesn't matter)</li>
<li>super glue</li>
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Step 1 - Preparing the template</h4>
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Print out the the TARDIS template at an appropriate scale for the photo album. For mine, I got lucky and the "Scale to fit" option sized the template perfectly.<br />
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Glue the pattern onto the paper mat using the glue stick. You don't want it stuck on particularly well, just long enough to cut out the pieces.</div>
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Step 2 - Cutting out the template</h4>
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Using the paper cutter, cut out the pieces of the template. Label all the keep pieces before you start cutting. Ignore the curved corners unless you want to drive yourself crazy.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cutting out the template pieces. And feet.</td></tr>
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It is much easier to just cut through the keep pieces along the fancy pink lines shown here.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Photoshop skills are totally 133t h4xx0r.</td></tr>
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Once they are glued onto the album and covered with leather, no one will know. Well, you'll still know. But no one else will if you don't tell them.<br />
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Arrange all of the pieces according to the template to make sure everything fits together nicely.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cut out template pieces. I messed up a few times, hence the random lines through some pieces.</td></tr>
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<h4>
Step 3 - Preparing the cover</h4>
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Using pencil, mark the center of the front cover. Draw vertical and horizontal lines through the center. Place one of the vertical keep pieces centered along the vertical line. Mark the top and bottom, and draw horizontal lines there. Finally, find the center between the first horizontal lines and the top and bottom horizontal lines. Draw horizontal lines there.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first few pencil lines.</td></tr>
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I realized it was annoying to draw lines with the cover at a funny angle, so I shoved a book of appropriate height between the covers. It may have been Matt's new book that he happened to have left on the coffee table.<br />
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Step 4 - Attaching the template pieces</h4>
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Remove all of the glued on pattern pieces from the keep pieces. You don't want a weak glue stick bond in between the leather and the mat.</div>
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Don your haute couture disposable gloves. Using the glue brush (not your finger - just trust me on this), apply contact adhesive to the back of the center vertical piece and along the center vertical line on the cover. Wait about 45-60 seconds for both pieces to become tacky and carefully put the vertical piece in place. Press down for a good bond. You can safely ignore any adhesive that oozes out the sides, just use less adhesive for the remaining pieces.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first vertical piece and a book to keep the cover flat. Note the increasing number of empty cider bottles.</td></tr>
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Repeat the gluing processes for the two vertical pieces that go on either side of the center piece, being sure the leave a small gap approximately the size of the one in the pattern.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two more vertical pieces. I use empty toilet paper tubes as disposable brush supports.</td></tr>
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The eight small horizontal pieces come next. All should directly abut the vertical pieces. The top and bottom pieces should form a continuous line with the top and bottom edges of the vertical pieces. The middle pieces merely need to be centered over the horizontal pencil lines.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The eight horizontal pieces.</td></tr>
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Glue on the next pair of vertical pieces, making sure they abut all of the horizontal pieces. If there is a tiny gap, it's not a problem since the leather will cover it.</div>
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Add the final vertical pieces, leaving a gap approximately the same size as the ones between the first three vertical pieces.<br />
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Glue on the top and bottom horizontal pieces. Use the same amount of gap as used elsewhere.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All pieces but the squares.</td></tr>
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Finally, the eight squares need to be mounted in the center of the square holes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the template pieces glued on.</td></tr>
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Whew! All the template pieces should be attached at this point. Celebrate with a well-earned pint of beer. Assuming you don't chug like a heathen, this will provide enough drying time.<br />
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Step 5 - Attaching the leather</h4>
Cut a piece of leather big enough to cover the entire album, both front and back, with at least a few inches of margin on all sides. Remember, margin is your friend.<br />
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Place the leather nappy side up with the album on the right half. Apply contact adhesive to the left side of the leather in the area that will be the front cover. While that dries to a tacky finish, apply adhesive to the entire front cover of the album. Make sure to get the glue in all the little nooks and crannies. Don't get glue on the curved spine area of album or on the corresponding leather.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glue on the leather and front cover.</td></tr>
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Carefully cover the front of the album with the leather, starting from the spine and working towards the edge. Press as you go. Ideally, the glue area on the leather will correspond well with the glue area on the front cover. Working quickly, use Q-tips to press the leather into the details on the cover.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pressing the leather into the gaps between the template pieces.</td></tr>
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Flip everything over, and repeat the process on the back cover. Since there needs to be room for the spine to open, make sure you glue and smooth out the leather while the album is closed. Don't put any glue on the spine. There will be some give when the album lies open.<br />
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Lie the album flat open. Trace a 1 1/4" inch border around the entire album. Conveniently, this is approximately the width of a ruler, so you can just place the ruler flat against the album edge and trace it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tracing the ruler around the edges.</td></tr>
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Cut along the border to remove the excess. Use it make a hat for your pet that's been staring at you the entire time. Check the size of the remaining margin by folding over the top and bottom. If the part over the spine hits the binder rings, remove more leather until it doesn't.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The leather cut to size.</td></tr>
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Cover a two inch square with glue at all four corners.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glue in a corner.</td></tr>
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Once tacky, fold the leather in each corner into a triangle and press down so it stays in position.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Triangle of leather.</td></tr>
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Along the right and left edge, cover an elongated hexagon with glue.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Side glue.</td></tr>
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Fold the leather side over onto the plastic album cover and press down. The double thick parts will require extra pressing down.<br />
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The top and bottom should have similar hexagon shapes, except with a gap over the spine. The gap is necessary to provide room to open and close.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glue along the bottom edge.</td></tr>
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Fold the leather onto the album cover just like on the other sides.<br />
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Step 6 - Attaching the lining paper</h4>
Measure the inside dimensions of the cover. Include the leather, but none of the spine. Subtract an inch from both dimensions, and cut two pieces of the lining paper to that size.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cutting the lining paper.</td></tr>
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Use super glue to firmly attach the paper to the center of each inside cover.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Super glue on the back of the lining paper.</td></tr>
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Depending on the leather thickness, it may not perfectly attach where there are multiple layers of leather.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B2J20BCeKj4/WDNT6n6amKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/C0H1CyklL9oZYf-RWKejBiQazWZdJV0WwCEw/s1600/liners%2Bglued%2Bin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B2J20BCeKj4/WDNT6n6amKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/C0H1CyklL9oZYf-RWKejBiQazWZdJV0WwCEw/s320/liners%2Bglued%2Bin.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lining paper glued in place.</td></tr>
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To create a real book-like feel, cut two pieces of lining paper to the maximum size that fits in each photo sleeve. Put one in the very front and one in the very back.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29vSy2U_Cjw/WDNT680fQQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/32GVq_qi8pMwPkxEaJEBWSVtXtWcFGYLgCEw/s1600/liners%2Bin%2Bsleeves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-29vSy2U_Cjw/WDNT680fQQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/32GVq_qi8pMwPkxEaJEBWSVtXtWcFGYLgCEw/s320/liners%2Bin%2Bsleeves.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo sleeve inside covers.</td></tr>
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Put the rest of the album pages in the middle.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dtn7EMKlNg/WDNclPQXCnI/AAAAAAAAAjs/91e3O6neN1Y4b4FDtn3zLDIwlggzLJ2rACLcB/s1600/album%2Bput%2Btogether.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Dtn7EMKlNg/WDNclPQXCnI/AAAAAAAAAjs/91e3O6neN1Y4b4FDtn3zLDIwlggzLJ2rACLcB/s320/album%2Bput%2Btogether.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I could be a hand model.</td></tr>
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Let everything dry for at least a few hours.<br />
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Finished album</h4>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8F73nxu25D8/WDSBIkZINSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/bFtyLklMlm0zj0-GG38cqmYJGPjMeHocgCLcB/s1600/final%2Bproduct.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8F73nxu25D8/WDSBIkZINSI/AAAAAAAAAkI/bFtyLklMlm0zj0-GG38cqmYJGPjMeHocgCLcB/s320/final%2Bproduct.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ta da!</td></tr>
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osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-63484854755875577412016-03-24T00:05:00.000-07:002016-03-24T00:05:40.107-07:00Solving the drought one dog at a timeWhile Matt and I were <a href="http://blog.osmodion.net/2016/03/the-hidden-danger-of-disneyland.html">recently dying</a>, Zero decided to further diminish Southern California's dwindling water supply by drinking all of it. Due to our lack of situational awareness, we didn't realize the severity of the situation until Zero woke us up by peeing on the rug two mornings in a row. Then we started noticing the hidden puddles of pee all over the house. Clearly something was wrong with the dog and not just us.<br />
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We dragged ourselves, a very excited Reese, and a wary Zero to the vet for a visit with Zero's internal medicine doctor. Based on his symptoms of drinking and peeing twenty-seven gallons per day, she had a diagnosis in mind, which she confirmed with blood tests. His blood glucose level was 527. Like humans, dogs are supposed to have levels in the low 100s. Uhhh, fuck.<br />
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Zero officially has type 1 diabetes, also known as "dogabetes." It was most likely caused by years of taking steroids for his IBD (irritable bowel disease). Unfortunately, he needs to take his current steroids as only they successfully control his IBD.<br />
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Just for fun, he now gets twice daily insulin injections, one after each meal. Getting his dose of insulin straightened out required glucose curves and more visits to the vet than we were physically capable of at the time. He started out at four units, then it was increased to six, then again to eight. Zero seemed stable at eight, but then his urine tested positive for ketones, which are a precursor to DKA (diabetic ketoacidosis).<br />
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The vet lowered Zero's insulin dose to seven units. Guess who started drinking and peeing constantly? Hint, it wasn't Matt. The vet raised his dose, somewhat reluctantly, to 7.5 units, and he seems to have finally stabilized.<br />
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Sadly, it is very common for dogs with type 1 diabetes to develop cataracts within about six months of diagnosis. They usually require surgery to restore the dog's vision. Zero's eyes are already starting to look a bit cloudy, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-23202290263660136402016-03-19T20:19:00.000-07:002016-03-19T20:19:37.716-07:00The Hidden Danger of DisneylandIn early December (yes, I'm well aware that it's now the end of March), Matt thought it would be fun to get food poisoning the night before a scavenger hunt at Disneyland. I ended up going with our only other teammate, so we had to make due with second place. Matt's map reading skills would have assured us first.<br />
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A few days later, I suddenly got very sick, complete with explosions out both ends. Because Matt was still weak from his bout of food poisoning, he caught whatever delightful bug that I presumably brought home from Disneyland. For about two weeks, we laid on the couch occasionally ordering delivery food when one of us could muster the energy to use the computer. It got to the point where we admitted we had to cancel our trip to Las Vegas.<br />
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Since we weren't going on our trip, we decided that we were damn well going to the doctor that day. Being a Sunday, the only places open were various Doc-in-a-Box™ clinics. Matt selected the nearest and least skeevy one, and off we went for proper medical advice. The clinician we saw, who shall henceforth be known as Dr. Idiot, did not give me any antibiotics because he was worried they would further disrupt my already impaired digestive tract. Dr. Idiot gave Matt cough medicine with codeine and prednisone and no antibiotics either because reasons. He also suggested that Matt stop coughing. Shockingly, neither of us got any better. In fact, we got worse.<br />
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A few days later, Matt was coughing so badly he literally couldn't drive. After Matt pulled over, I called our real doctor, Dr. Internist, from the car. He had some choice words with which to describe Dr. Idiot. He also had a proper prescription pad and order forms for chest X-rays. He determined that, from lack of proper intervention, our weakened immune systems had allowed us to both develop secondary bacterial infections. I was "lucky" to only have bronchitis, whereas Matt had full-blown pneumonia. Dr. Internist gave us proper medication, which thankfully kept Matt out of the emergency room. After a few more days, we finally started feeling better.<br />
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Then I started to go crazy. Literally.<br />
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As it turns out, methylprednisolone has a possible side effect of mood and behavior changes, especially when combined with an SSRI. Let's just say things did not go well, and Matt ended up calling both Dr. Psychiatrist and Dr. Internist. For future reference, I will not be taking that medicine ever again. Dr. Internist switched me to a different medicine with less crazy involved. A few weeks later, I was finally better. Oh yeah, Matt recovered too, though he had a lingering cough for nearly a month afterwards.osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-52485367963104664412015-03-04T21:41:00.000-08:002015-03-04T21:41:19.453-08:00Intensive treatment<div dir="ltr">
The past few months officially win for the worst bout of OCD, so I decided to take a leave of absence from work and go to a full-time OCD treatment facility. There was much discussion with both Dr. Psychiatrist and Dr. Psychologist about where to go, after which they agreed that the UCLA program was the best for me. It turned out that I wouldn't be able to start immediately (the wait list was 3-5 weeks for an intake appointment, followed by 3-5 months to actually start), so they came up with some other choices. I ended up picking a place that a) is local, b) has an outpatient program, and c) I could start immediately.</div>
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After an onsite interview and tour, I signed up. My morning now consist of an hour of exposures, an hour with my therapist, an hour of OCD group therapy, and another hour of exposures. Sometimes the hour with my therapist includes exposures as well. So, what exactly are exposures? By exposing myself to the things that make my anxiety spike, eventually I habituate and they don't make me as anxious. In other words, pure torture. Two to three hours of torture a day, five days a week. Fun.</div>
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In the mean time, they have their own Dr. Psychiatrist on staff. This Dr. Psychiatrist talked with my Dr. Psychiatrist, and they attempted to switch me from Lexapro to Clomipramine. I say attempted because the Clomipramine made me dizzy and wonky. </div>
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I suspect the good doctors are cooking up their next experiment for me, but I won't find out what's in store until my next psychiatry appointment on Tuesday morning.</div>
osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-59861148933632708102015-02-11T20:59:00.001-08:002015-02-11T21:13:56.995-08:00More needles!<div>
I'm now going full time to an OCD treatment place as an outpatient. There's lots to discuss there, but first I want to deal with a more prickly topic.</div>
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More than one qualified official suggested that I try acupuncture. More needles, that's just what I need, right? Well, the whole idea is to get better and if some extra poking makes me better, it can't hurt too much to give it a shot. Except, in this case, it literally could.<br />
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There is an acupuncture and massage business in the same building as the treatment facility, so it's set up for psych patients to easily get acupuncture and massage. </div>
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I wandered over during lunch to ask about acupuncture, and the nice lady swore up and down that it doesn't hurt. Of course, I believed every word and immediately signed up for a series of treatments. Or maybe I asked if she could try just one needle on me to see what it felt like. Apparently that's an unusual request, but she thought it was reasonable.</div>
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She showed me how each needle comes individually wrapped and then stuck one in the webbing between my left thumb and index finger. I was shocked at how it was like a slight pinch, but nothing painful. I was even more shocked when she mentioned that the webbing is one of the most sensitive areas that they stick. If I could handle that, I could handle a real session, right?</div>
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Today was that real session. And I was very nervous. First we went over the standard paperwork, such as when was your last period (almost two years ago) and do you have any numbness or tingling (hello left arm). Then it was time for the main event.</div>
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I stripped to my bra and panties and laid down on the table, with only a towel for warmth. The first needle went in my forehead, followed by one in the sternum. Then came the webbing between my fingers and somewhere near my toes. I couldn't quite pinpoint the exact spots, but everything was going fine.</div>
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The next two needles went in the tops of my shoulders. Those hurt, the left significantly more than the right. The lady said this was normal for people with high levels of stress and tense backs. Yippee.</div>
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She turned on a space heater and left me to relax for thirty minutes. With some help from the sleep-inducing anti-anxiety meds, I fell asleep quite quickly, despite my fear of rolling over and poking myself to death. Apparently this is a good thing, according to the lady.</div>
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After she removed the needles and I got dressed (a very important order of operations), she rubbed my left shoulder, where it was still hurting. It was really weird as I could feel slight palpitations, another side effect that she declared normal.</div>
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Of course, acupuncture requires multiple sessions to see results. Nothing in life with sharp pointy things can be easy. I think I'll keep trying it and see what happens. The worst that happens is I get very expensive naps.</div>
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osmodionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15898237622135869405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7883035715534604854.post-18783013524992985802015-02-04T23:00:00.000-08:002015-02-04T23:00:41.519-08:00When medicine goes wrong<div dir="ltr">
Medicine for OCD is basically a fun game of guess and check. Some drugs did absolutely nothing for me (I'm looking at you <a href="http://blog.osmodion.net/2013/03/when-phantom-nipple-syndrome-is-least.html">Effexor</a>), while others turned me into a narcoleptic. Matt left me alone in a restaurant for two minutes and returned to me passed out on the table, my hand still on my phone. Some of the other exciting side effects included the inability to pee in the morning and my <a href="http://blog.osmodion.net/2014/09/twitch-plays-remodel.html">left eye twitching</a> to the point where I couldn't see straight.</div>
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Now you may think that isn't so bad, it is just one drug to figure out. But you would be wrong. So very wrong. Besides SSRIs, such as the Lexapro I currently take every morning, there are also anti-anxiety pills for when I get particularly, well, anxious. I used to take Ativan, until that stopped working. Now I take a metric buttload of Klonopin every day.</div>
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With all of that medicine, it'd be nice if I was a functioning human being. But that's not the case, or I wouldn't be mentioning it now, would I? Dr. Psychiatrist tried a few other drugs, like Risperidone, but nothing worked nearly as well as the twitchy Abilify. So for fun and giggles, I went back on Abilify. I expected it to end poorly, but the eye twitching didn't return. At the same time, the same dose that previously made me act more normal wasn't nearly as effective. Now I'm on a higher dose than ever and we'll see what happens.</div>
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