ProfessorTomoe

I am working backward through Dark Side of the Horse. It is not a great comic; I've found less than 1% worth posting. Some of the gags are funny at first, but the author/artist reuses them; an elevator button does something weird; it does something else weird, just a little different. Many need to be searched for an obscure detail to get the joke.
Then I saw this. It is not an intrinsically great comic in it's own right, but it is an amazing homage to Don Martin, it nails his style! Nice work.
Don Martin was one of my favorite artists as a kid (me as a kid, not him).

The cumin biscuits pair well with tea, in my opinion. Thanks for the suggestion.

Never heard anything Friday. Still waiting.
Just fought off an anxiety attack due to breathing congestion. A couple of sprays of Afrin opened things up and allowed me to relax.
BTW, in the midst of all of this, I saw my surgeon about my carpal/cubital tunnel syndrome operation on my left side this past Thursday. My elbow is healing well, although the nurse left a stitch in it for an extra 2 weeks. My wrist is doing fine, but my ring/pinky fingers are kind of dragging in terms of recovery since I haven't been referred to physical therapy yet. My first appointment is this coming Tuesday, hopefully not in conflict with the echocardiogram. 

My edema (swelling) in my legs has been getting out of control lately, and other symptoms have been joining in the fray. My breathing has been rough, I've had a couple of anxiety attacks (linked to the breathing, I guess), and I'm having issues staying conscious at times. I reported everything to my doctor, and he called me in for lab work, which showed that my kidneys aren't functioning right and that my anemia is progressing despite the iron infusions. He's referred me over to my cardiologist for an echocardiogram (I assume) to see if my kidneys and my anemia are pushing me into Congestive Heart Failure. I'm hoping I'll hear from him sometime today.

"The Human made Good Tea this morning.  I has a happy!" - Explorer the Cat.

If you're thinking of dual-booting Windows and Linux, I strongly recommend having two separate drives. Leave the Windows install alone, and install Linux on the second drive.
Then if you need to reinstall Windows, disconnect the Linux drive. Don't trust the Windows install process to keep its hands off.

My edema in my legs is on the verge of going out of control. The right leg is getting in on the serious swelling now, and it's not normally the one that swells up so much. This is despite my primary care physician increasing my Bumex diuretic to the maximum daily dosage (10mg, divided into 6mg in the morning and 4mg at night - been on that dosage since Thursday morning). Sigh and a half. I really don't know what to do anymore. I've set a net weight threshold that, if my body passes it, I'm going back to the hospital Emergency Room. Please wish me all the luck in the world that I don't pass that number, or even get close and start hovering around it.

My fridge has burnt out. Less than pleased by this

The above is obviously wishful thinking. Otherwise, my local 6:30am news wouldn't have started up with the weather report.

In the middle of a massive anxiety attack right now. Just took two extra lorazepam pills to get it under control. No idea what sparked it. 

Cat moustache.

"Hanging out with The Human" - Explorer the Cat.

Surgery went okay yesterday. I'm typing this one-handed, right only. I'm on 2 painkillers, staggered. Adjusting to right-handed life is not going to be fun.

Follow-up on surgery yesterday (still typing right-handed). Pain management is more-or-less working. My ulnar nerve was stable, so no transposition was required. Living with a pillow under my sling since I got sent home. No concentrated areas of pain just yet, since the surgeon put in a block, but I have had a couple of twinges in my wrist when I've bumped it into something overnight. Hoping to make it through the day with few problems, although I can't guarantee what will happen if the Astros win tonight. Post-game celebrations might get out of hand if that happens.  

It is now less than 24 hours until the release of "Lady Tygress' Suite and Other Commissions," and I am sweating the minutes as they pass. I've been hunting down details and taking aim at them with a shotgun, pulling the trigger where necessary. My Bandcamp pages are primed and ready to go. All I have to do is hit the "Publish" button. I've set up automatic Tweets to cover today. My HearNow page is complete. I still need to set up my web site main page post, and I'll have to do my Facebook stuff at the last minute tomorrow. I'll have plenty of time, since I don't have to be at the hospital until 12:00 pm farking noon (and I have to be NPO through the whole period from midnight until then). I've also got to e-mail a couple of publicity sites.
I'm calling upon the forum brain trust for help. Am I missing anything here? What else do I need to cover in order to get this album released?

Iron infusion went about as well as can be imagined. I'm sitting here some 6 hours afterward, watching the World Series, feeling mostly okay as long as I don't get up (and as long as McCullers doesn't keep serving up home run balls to the Phillies), at which point I get dizzy and light-headed. Got a good headache to go with it. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow's joint pain and swelling, but I'm not dreading it, either. I should be able to do my last pre-op exam at the hospital tomorrow where the surgery will take place will few problems, if any.

Hope it goes well.

Hear, hear. Exactly what I thought when I read the first part of your post.

"On The Human's chest for a bit.  Is there something in his beard?" - Explorer the Cat.

Blood and iron!

Blue Cross called right before I left for my iron infusion this morning. They told me everything had been resolved, and that the surgery had been pre-approved. I shouldn't have any further problems with my surgeon.
As for my iron infusion...well, that's a different story.
I arrived at the oncology clinic and went to check in. They told me I didn't have an appointment today, and on further review, my appointment had been moved to Tuesday, November 1st. Why? I asked. They shuffled me over to another person at another computer. She told me that I'd needed 14 days between infusions, and that today (10 days) was too soon. I asked why no one had called me. She couldn't give me a good answer. She didn't even apologize.
So, I am one pissed-off patient, with a newly verified phone number, set for an iron infusion on November 1st. They'd better not reschedule me, or there will be blood.

My time in food service was split between cooking and working the orders/cash register, the latter of which I actually enjoyed. I was fortunate enough to never have encountered a dipshit like the one in the webtoon. No, I considered myself good at sales (I worked at a Whataburger in southeast Houston, the second-highest volume store in the city at the time), and I was really good at suggestive selling. In particular, I liked targeting machismo types out on dates with their arm candy. For example, when they placed their order for a Whataburger, I asked if they wanted to add a sliced jalapeño to it. Of course, they couldn't turn it down and risk looking like a wimp to their girl, nor could they turn down the chance to look even more macho by saying yes. I sold a hell of a lot of jalapeños, which were practically all profit margin (they cost us pretty much zero, and I think we made a quarter per pepper sold). Impressed the hell out of my boss. Don't know what my line cooks thought, but they never bitched.

Wound care went well. Got some stuff to put on the site. Now, it's just a matter of getting Mrs. Prof to stop down long enough to put the stuff on me.
In other news, the feelings of well-being from the iron infusion have worn off already. I hate to say it, but I'm looking forward to the next infusion, side effects and all.

Fixed that for you.

I am sad to report that Mario (a.k.a. Verbal) was put to sleep on Friday, September 30th. His cancer had grown to the point where it was making him very sick. Upon euthanasia, the vet palpated a large mass on his bladder which was no doubt adding to his pain. The right decision was made.
He will be sorely missed.