Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Slow Night.
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Sipping on beer #1 at 1930. Sip. Time to reread recent posts... Ah yes. 'Delusional Disorder.' My old friend. The ACSD no doubt has had this little 'fact' listed prominently in my file for many years. The actual, real life fact of the matter is that Gerash is 'Obsessional.'
Heavy microwave radiation from above and below has continued since my last post, and has probably even intensified.
Finally finished beer #1 at 1956. Back with beer #2 at 1959. Sip. I'm gonna have to move out of here. Been thinking about buying a trailer or a motor home, but it might already be too late.
Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 2033. Sip. Slow night!
I've been thinking about doing shorter, more frequent blog posts while using less beer. We'll see. Sip.
Just saw on CNN that Chelsea Clinton is 'expecting' in the first week of October. Alright! The couple has decided to 'be surprised' regarding the sex of the infant. My advice to the couple would only apply if the baby is a boy: Be very sceptical of pediatritians or mohels who advocate genital 'modifications.' In fact, chelsea, I'd say that you may be in a unique position to significantly improve America's sexual life! What a legacy!
Sipping on beer #1 at 1930. Sip. Time to reread recent posts... Ah yes. 'Delusional Disorder.' My old friend. The ACSD no doubt has had this little 'fact' listed prominently in my file for many years. The actual, real life fact of the matter is that Gerash is 'Obsessional.'
Heavy microwave radiation from above and below has continued since my last post, and has probably even intensified.
Finally finished beer #1 at 1956. Back with beer #2 at 1959. Sip. I'm gonna have to move out of here. Been thinking about buying a trailer or a motor home, but it might already be too late.
Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 2033. Sip. Slow night!
I've been thinking about doing shorter, more frequent blog posts while using less beer. We'll see. Sip.
Just saw on CNN that Chelsea Clinton is 'expecting' in the first week of October. Alright! The couple has decided to 'be surprised' regarding the sex of the infant. My advice to the couple would only apply if the baby is a boy: Be very sceptical of pediatritians or mohels who advocate genital 'modifications.' In fact, chelsea, I'd say that you may be in a unique position to significantly improve America's sexual life! What a legacy!
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Microwave Cannon Photos.
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Alright! Got that little job done on only 3.5 beers! Sip.
Oh, by the way, the 'microwaves kill blood cells' theory also accounts for my diagnosed 'anemia.' Hmm. Now what... shall we link to a very cute a little microwave cannon? Yas?
(http://www.yrdeboer.nl/MagnoWave/ShowMagnoWavePics.html)
Notice the '88' flags, probably signifying 'HH' (Heil Hitler), perhaps intended to suggest that the 'mechanic' is a Neo-Nazi. Well... maybe.
I have never seen any microwave weapons in real life, but I am absolutely certain that I have for years been zapped with such weapons from the apartments above and below as a form of harrassment by Gerash. Sip. And I keep records! And my recent records tend to support the theory that recent microwave attacks have been unusually heavy, possibly causing unusual negative health effects.
Nighty-night!
Alright! Got that little job done on only 3.5 beers! Sip.
Oh, by the way, the 'microwaves kill blood cells' theory also accounts for my diagnosed 'anemia.' Hmm. Now what... shall we link to a very cute a little microwave cannon? Yas?
(http://www.yrdeboer.nl/MagnoWave/ShowMagnoWavePics.html)
Notice the '88' flags, probably signifying 'HH' (Heil Hitler), perhaps intended to suggest that the 'mechanic' is a Neo-Nazi. Well... maybe.
I have never seen any microwave weapons in real life, but I am absolutely certain that I have for years been zapped with such weapons from the apartments above and below as a form of harrassment by Gerash. Sip. And I keep records! And my recent records tend to support the theory that recent microwave attacks have been unusually heavy, possibly causing unusual negative health effects.
Nighty-night!
Friday, September 19, 2014
The Eternal Diagnosis.
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'Delusional Disorder' is still listed in my Kaiser health record even though no such disorder exists in my real life. I call it 'the eternal diagnosis' because it never goes away. It was bought and paid for (I assume) back in the '90s. Walter Gerash apparently bought it as an 'insurance policy' to protect himself from possible future criminal charges should his 'stalking behavior' ever be exposed. (Now (2157) being zapped with microwave radiation from below, causing stinging on the ankles.) And back in those days Gerash was doing many 'public stunts' as ways to harrass me. A favorite stunt was the 'car invasion:' I would go to the super market (usually King Soopers near Arapahoe HS). I would park the car in the KS parking lot. I would lock the car. I would do my shopping. I would return to the car. I would unlock the car. I would unload the groceries. I would get in the driver's seat. I would start the car. I would look in the rear view mirror (tap) preparing to back out of the parking slot. The rear view mirror would be rotated 90 degrees to vertical. Gotcha!
A variation included windshield wipers on instead of the cocked rear view mirror. This would happen several times per month back in the early-mid '90s. Clearly, somebody
1. Had a key to our car.
2. Followed me occasionally.
3. Wanted to cause emotional pain.
4. Was very interested in me.
5. And who knows what else.
'Delusional Disorder' is still listed in my Kaiser health record even though no such disorder exists in my real life. I call it 'the eternal diagnosis' because it never goes away. It was bought and paid for (I assume) back in the '90s. Walter Gerash apparently bought it as an 'insurance policy' to protect himself from possible future criminal charges should his 'stalking behavior' ever be exposed. (Now (2157) being zapped with microwave radiation from below, causing stinging on the ankles.) And back in those days Gerash was doing many 'public stunts' as ways to harrass me. A favorite stunt was the 'car invasion:' I would go to the super market (usually King Soopers near Arapahoe HS). I would park the car in the KS parking lot. I would lock the car. I would do my shopping. I would return to the car. I would unlock the car. I would unload the groceries. I would get in the driver's seat. I would start the car. I would look in the rear view mirror (tap) preparing to back out of the parking slot. The rear view mirror would be rotated 90 degrees to vertical. Gotcha!
A variation included windshield wipers on instead of the cocked rear view mirror. This would happen several times per month back in the early-mid '90s. Clearly, somebody
1. Had a key to our car.
2. Followed me occasionally.
3. Wanted to cause emotional pain.
4. Was very interested in me.
5. And who knows what else.
A New Theory.
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Been about two weeks since I revisited this blog, and things have happened which should be recorded. (No buzz yet as I sip on beer #1. Sip.) Specifically, I think I have discovered the 'mechanism' by which blood clots have formed in my legs in spite of a relatively high INR. The good folks at Kaiser Permanente could not have made this discovery (if it is indeed a discovery) because they lacked the needed information. (Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 2107. Sip. Buzzing slightly.)
Here's the theory: Prolonged, intense microwave radiation causes severe damage to blood cells, which then die, and as a result, clot in spite of the current INR. Thus, in spite of a dangerously high INR, damaged cells tend to clot in places where blood flow is slow and weak, eventually causing blockage.
Kaiser could not know about the radiation, hence could not formulate a theory of how clots could form in high INR circumstances.
I attempted to tell Kaiser of that microwave radiation on several occasions, but was not taken seriously. In one case, I even advised the doctor (PCP) to Google 'microwave cannon,' which search showed at least several photographs of 'homemade' microwave weapons. The doctor was unimpressed, probably because he had information that I was 'delusional.' Huh?! Whaaa?
Been about two weeks since I revisited this blog, and things have happened which should be recorded. (No buzz yet as I sip on beer #1. Sip.) Specifically, I think I have discovered the 'mechanism' by which blood clots have formed in my legs in spite of a relatively high INR. The good folks at Kaiser Permanente could not have made this discovery (if it is indeed a discovery) because they lacked the needed information. (Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 2107. Sip. Buzzing slightly.)
Here's the theory: Prolonged, intense microwave radiation causes severe damage to blood cells, which then die, and as a result, clot in spite of the current INR. Thus, in spite of a dangerously high INR, damaged cells tend to clot in places where blood flow is slow and weak, eventually causing blockage.
Kaiser could not know about the radiation, hence could not formulate a theory of how clots could form in high INR circumstances.
I attempted to tell Kaiser of that microwave radiation on several occasions, but was not taken seriously. In one case, I even advised the doctor (PCP) to Google 'microwave cannon,' which search showed at least several photographs of 'homemade' microwave weapons. The doctor was unimpressed, probably because he had information that I was 'delusional.' Huh?! Whaaa?
Sunday, September 07, 2014
100 Thumbs Down.
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The next 'order of business' for that male infant in the neo-natal ward would probably be 'circumcision,' a procedure in which the infant's penis would be stripped of the foreskin, an important protective, sensory, and mobility-enhancing part of the penis. Such a new and sudden 'procedure' would no doubt alarm the infant, who would certainly want a very convincing explanation for what was obviously going to be a sexual mutilation. No such 'explanation' would have been forthcoming. The infant's sexual organ would be mutilated in the most modern possible way, using the most modern possible mechanical devices (for example, Mogen Clamp (https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&source=hp&q=mogen+clamp&gbv=2&oq=moge&gs_l=heirloom-hp.1.7.0l10.5922.8469.0.14922.4.4.0.0.0.0.125.407.3j1.4.0....0...1ac.1.34.heirloom-hp..0.4.407.9TEmHRzc1mc). At which point the infant, lacking in civil and social protections would be helpless to confront the evil beings surrounding him, and would become 'Jewish' as his genital parts were amputated. Meanwhile, his future wife would also suffer future sexual degredation, unknowingly, and would not be able to 'delete thumbs.'
My guess is that the infant would invert 90 thumbs-up into 90 thumbs down. At least. As that infant matured and realized how seriously he had been damaged by circumcisiuon he would probably invert all Thumbs Up on Kaiser Permanente.
The next 'order of business' for that male infant in the neo-natal ward would probably be 'circumcision,' a procedure in which the infant's penis would be stripped of the foreskin, an important protective, sensory, and mobility-enhancing part of the penis. Such a new and sudden 'procedure' would no doubt alarm the infant, who would certainly want a very convincing explanation for what was obviously going to be a sexual mutilation. No such 'explanation' would have been forthcoming. The infant's sexual organ would be mutilated in the most modern possible way, using the most modern possible mechanical devices (for example, Mogen Clamp (https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&source=hp&q=mogen+clamp&gbv=2&oq=moge&gs_l=heirloom-hp.1.7.0l10.5922.8469.0.14922.4.4.0.0.0.0.125.407.3j1.4.0....0...1ac.1.34.heirloom-hp..0.4.407.9TEmHRzc1mc). At which point the infant, lacking in civil and social protections would be helpless to confront the evil beings surrounding him, and would become 'Jewish' as his genital parts were amputated. Meanwhile, his future wife would also suffer future sexual degredation, unknowingly, and would not be able to 'delete thumbs.'
My guess is that the infant would invert 90 thumbs-up into 90 thumbs down. At least. As that infant matured and realized how seriously he had been damaged by circumcisiuon he would probably invert all Thumbs Up on Kaiser Permanente.
Saturday, September 06, 2014
One Hundred Thumbs Up.
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Once I had the Cipro 'in hand' I got on the web and Googled Cipro looking for the 'dark side' of Cipro (unwanted side-effects). I was horrified! Cipro is pretty dangerous stuff! Did I really want to take ten days of Cipro while my own immune system was obviously winning the UTI battle? Sip. (Another short pee break.) Maybe. But then I discovered that Cipro affects Warfarin's blood thinner effect, and decided to trust my WBCs and screw Cipro. Sip. (By the way, I just took another pee: Volume is much increased and pain is hardly noticable. QED! Could a six-pac of beer be a good anti-UTI medication?! Sip. I think so! So the current plan is to keep that Cipro 'in reserve' for at least the next several months if not needed in the current battle. Sip.
That pretty much covers it.
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Which brings us to our final series of 'new neuronal connections' for tonight: Thumb Indicators.
I still have a 'one thumb down' opinion of Kaiser Permanente. That is a recent improvement. Momentum is positive. I like that. But I am still uncomfortable with that. I want a more 'thumbs-up' scenerio. And I'm pretty sure that Kaiser Permante would also like a 'thumbs-up' rating from me: We both want to like each other. How can we improve our relationship? Good question.
It seems to me to be partly a matter of education: both parties need to learn from each other.
Let us take, for example, a newcomer to the Kaiser Permanente realm: A male newborn. A helpless infant. He is delivered of his mother at a Kaiser hospital via C-section (because he was taking his sweet time and everybody there in the DR had things to do.)
Once born, he began to like it. In fact, he began to love it, especially that tit-sucking part after which he was no longer hungry. Asked how he would rate Kaiser Permanante thumb-wise he would no doubt rate Kaiser at 100 thumbs up (the highest possible rating).
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And it would probably go somewhat downhill from there, over the many years, given 'human nature.'
Once I had the Cipro 'in hand' I got on the web and Googled Cipro looking for the 'dark side' of Cipro (unwanted side-effects). I was horrified! Cipro is pretty dangerous stuff! Did I really want to take ten days of Cipro while my own immune system was obviously winning the UTI battle? Sip. (Another short pee break.) Maybe. But then I discovered that Cipro affects Warfarin's blood thinner effect, and decided to trust my WBCs and screw Cipro. Sip. (By the way, I just took another pee: Volume is much increased and pain is hardly noticable. QED! Could a six-pac of beer be a good anti-UTI medication?! Sip. I think so! So the current plan is to keep that Cipro 'in reserve' for at least the next several months if not needed in the current battle. Sip.
That pretty much covers it.
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Which brings us to our final series of 'new neuronal connections' for tonight: Thumb Indicators.
I still have a 'one thumb down' opinion of Kaiser Permanente. That is a recent improvement. Momentum is positive. I like that. But I am still uncomfortable with that. I want a more 'thumbs-up' scenerio. And I'm pretty sure that Kaiser Permante would also like a 'thumbs-up' rating from me: We both want to like each other. How can we improve our relationship? Good question.
It seems to me to be partly a matter of education: both parties need to learn from each other.
Let us take, for example, a newcomer to the Kaiser Permanente realm: A male newborn. A helpless infant. He is delivered of his mother at a Kaiser hospital via C-section (because he was taking his sweet time and everybody there in the DR had things to do.)
Once born, he began to like it. In fact, he began to love it, especially that tit-sucking part after which he was no longer hungry. Asked how he would rate Kaiser Permanante thumb-wise he would no doubt rate Kaiser at 100 thumbs up (the highest possible rating).
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And it would probably go somewhat downhill from there, over the many years, given 'human nature.'
'Kill 'em All!'
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As we exited the ultrasound room, the ultrasound operator instructed me to 'Wait in the waiting room in a chair. They were deciding what to do next.' Instant alarm bells! I said, 'Do you think I'll be able to fight them off?' She seemed to understand exactly what I meant. 'I don't Know.' She said. I did know. (lessee... Kaiser... Friday evening... Weekend... Watchout!)
I defied the 'sitting' instructions and paced around instead. I waited about 15 minutes or so. A Kaiser doctor appeared and suggested that I go to a hospital Emergency Room (He named a couple) for treatment of a new DVT (which had been developing for at least two or three weeks (judging by the swelling leg).) He explained that I was in danger of the clot breaking free and traveling to my lungs, killing me. I doubted it, given the two or three weeks, and that I was already on Warfarin. This fucking clot was going nowhere! I told the good doc that I would 'risk it.' No way was I going to go, alone, to an emergency room, on the weekend, on such thin advice!
He was 'disappointed, of course, and did his best to convince me that I might be making a terminal mistake. Sip. He made several 'terrible faces' designed to convey to me that I was indeed making a terrible mistake. Sip. I was unimpressed. I left.
I don't remember whether I went to the Pharmacy that day... It might have been the previous day... I waited and waited and waited... I had been prescribed an antibiotic for my very first ever UTI! Wow! Ciprofloxacin. I finally got tired of waiting in a room full of sick people and went home. Kootch picked up the Cipro for me next day. Good girl!!
Meanwhile, I 'enjoyed' my UTI, peeing painfully one ounce at a time. I had been told by Kaiser that my pee test had indicated an unusually high level of white blood cells in my urine - but interestingly - not the reason for that. But I knew the reason: WBCs fight infections! I instructed those WBCs to 'Kill 'em all!'
As we exited the ultrasound room, the ultrasound operator instructed me to 'Wait in the waiting room in a chair. They were deciding what to do next.' Instant alarm bells! I said, 'Do you think I'll be able to fight them off?' She seemed to understand exactly what I meant. 'I don't Know.' She said. I did know. (lessee... Kaiser... Friday evening... Weekend... Watchout!)
I defied the 'sitting' instructions and paced around instead. I waited about 15 minutes or so. A Kaiser doctor appeared and suggested that I go to a hospital Emergency Room (He named a couple) for treatment of a new DVT (which had been developing for at least two or three weeks (judging by the swelling leg).) He explained that I was in danger of the clot breaking free and traveling to my lungs, killing me. I doubted it, given the two or three weeks, and that I was already on Warfarin. This fucking clot was going nowhere! I told the good doc that I would 'risk it.' No way was I going to go, alone, to an emergency room, on the weekend, on such thin advice!
He was 'disappointed, of course, and did his best to convince me that I might be making a terminal mistake. Sip. He made several 'terrible faces' designed to convey to me that I was indeed making a terrible mistake. Sip. I was unimpressed. I left.
I don't remember whether I went to the Pharmacy that day... It might have been the previous day... I waited and waited and waited... I had been prescribed an antibiotic for my very first ever UTI! Wow! Ciprofloxacin. I finally got tired of waiting in a room full of sick people and went home. Kootch picked up the Cipro for me next day. Good girl!!
Meanwhile, I 'enjoyed' my UTI, peeing painfully one ounce at a time. I had been told by Kaiser that my pee test had indicated an unusually high level of white blood cells in my urine - but interestingly - not the reason for that. But I knew the reason: WBCs fight infections! I instructed those WBCs to 'Kill 'em all!'
Recent Neuronal Connections 'Speak Out.'
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Sipping on beer #1 at 1906. Sip. There are a lotta 'new connections' just waiting to be 'tried out,' but not enough beer has been imbibed yet. Sip. No buzz yet. Sip. End of beer #1 at 1810. Kootch hit the sack an hour and a half ago... Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1915. Sip. Aha! The first blog idea just rose into consciousness... Sip... Oops, I forgot it... Sip... Oh, another one... both related to KP (Kaiser). Sip. Gonna be an interesting night... Sip. More ideas will no doubt bubble up as time goes on... but first, some good news: I have decided to remove one of those 'two thumbs down' opinions regarding Kaiser Permanente (see recent posts). Furthermore, I look forward to removing the remaining 'downer' in the forseeable future! (See? I'm not all bad!) Sip. I feel better now. I was always 'uncomfortable' visiting local Kaiser medical facilities with two TDs on my record. Sip. Buzzing outrageously at 1938. Must be on beer #3. Sip.
My most recent visit to good ole KP was yesterday evening at 5PM, a date and time suggested by a Kaiser employee. They wanted to ultrasound my big swollen right leg. I immediately agreed to the appointment. But as time went on I made some 'connections:' Friday 'evening' at 5 PM. Hmm. Better pay close attention to this 'Kaiser-suggested' encounter. Yas.
I arrived well ahead of time. Sip. I waited, imbibing the 'zietgiest' (is that a word?) in the waiting room. Nothing alarming.
I was eventually escorted into the ultrasound room by the 'operator.' Nothing unusual... She was a pleasant, but stoically serious, something you would expect. No 'alarm bells...'
The 'procedure' took at least 30 minutes as we both looked at (to me) interesting but incomprehensible video of my right leg. Real time video apparently went to one or more Doctors in another room.
Finally we were done. I looked forward to jumping in the car and heading home to some beer and blogging.
Sipping on beer #1 at 1906. Sip. There are a lotta 'new connections' just waiting to be 'tried out,' but not enough beer has been imbibed yet. Sip. No buzz yet. Sip. End of beer #1 at 1810. Kootch hit the sack an hour and a half ago... Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1915. Sip. Aha! The first blog idea just rose into consciousness... Sip... Oops, I forgot it... Sip... Oh, another one... both related to KP (Kaiser). Sip. Gonna be an interesting night... Sip. More ideas will no doubt bubble up as time goes on... but first, some good news: I have decided to remove one of those 'two thumbs down' opinions regarding Kaiser Permanente (see recent posts). Furthermore, I look forward to removing the remaining 'downer' in the forseeable future! (See? I'm not all bad!) Sip. I feel better now. I was always 'uncomfortable' visiting local Kaiser medical facilities with two TDs on my record. Sip. Buzzing outrageously at 1938. Must be on beer #3. Sip.
My most recent visit to good ole KP was yesterday evening at 5PM, a date and time suggested by a Kaiser employee. They wanted to ultrasound my big swollen right leg. I immediately agreed to the appointment. But as time went on I made some 'connections:' Friday 'evening' at 5 PM. Hmm. Better pay close attention to this 'Kaiser-suggested' encounter. Yas.
I arrived well ahead of time. Sip. I waited, imbibing the 'zietgiest' (is that a word?) in the waiting room. Nothing alarming.
I was eventually escorted into the ultrasound room by the 'operator.' Nothing unusual... She was a pleasant, but stoically serious, something you would expect. No 'alarm bells...'
The 'procedure' took at least 30 minutes as we both looked at (to me) interesting but incomprehensible video of my right leg. Real time video apparently went to one or more Doctors in another room.
Finally we were done. I looked forward to jumping in the car and heading home to some beer and blogging.
