and I have started a crowdfunding campaign to pay for a trip to Istanbul for our 25th anniversary in May. It's been two weeks and we're almost at 20% of our goal, which is humbling and gratifying and a little scary all at once.
And this week, we got an amazing offer from my employer. Between now and Thanksgiving, has committed to matching, dollar-for-dollar, every contribution we receive, up to a total of $4,000.00. This gets us to the $10K mark, at which point we can seriously begin booking flights and making reservations.
You can see the wide range of contributions we've gotten so far when you click through - everything from $1 to $500. Every one of these contributions gets us closer to our goal, and for the next two months, every one of these contributions gets us twice as far.
Please check out our campaign when you have the opportunity. And whether you can contribute or not, please, PLEASE boost the signal. It's every bit as important that we get our campaign in front of as many fresh eyeballs as possible.
Chris Kluwe rocks. Seriously, I still have the two tee shirts that became popular after his letter of support for Gay Marriage (I have the "Lustful Cockmaster" and "Beautiful Sparklepony"). This screed against the idiots at SXSW caving to #gamergate #MRASSHOLES by shutting down panels that deal with the mere existence of sexual harassment in gaming by nanopenile equipped psuedo-men (REAL men don't need to harass women) almost tops that work of art. Seriously, go read it, it will brighten your day in a righteous was of honest anger.
While he has a MUCH larger platform, Chris and I share an odd penchant for doing our best writing when we are deep down ticked off. I often think that my sharp reduction in writing is mostly due to my ongoing attempts to find a little internal calm and peace, and trying to not take shit like this too seriously, but sometimes there is a point where you have to say "what a bunch of used douchebags!" and call them on their shit.
Going forward, I'm going to need a profile pic and location as well. I'm nervous about the few I approved that didn't -- if they spam, they're gone and banned.
Anyway, try to use some imagination and creativity here. Also, personal ads? Not likely a good idea.
If any of you went "WHAT??", please understand that a lot happened in a VERY short time, and I did try to contact as many people as possible while things were less than stable. Not contacting you was more a function of the story that follows than anything personal.
It starts a week ago Thursday, thanks to rapier sharp hindsight. Roni had a really nasty charlie horse which she attributed to sitting too much while editing audio for voice over work. I did poke at here for not moving enough during the week.
Later that evening, she walks into the kitchen. This I didn't notice... until I heard her panting like she had run around the house a few times first. It was decided that she was coming down with something, and I made her sit down and I cooked dinner over her strenuous objections (mind you, it came out fabulously; I really can cook, when she lets me).
She kept getting short of breath, and I kept poking her about possibly going to urgent care or the ER. It was all I could do to get her to say she would call her doctor Monday for a walk in. Which, as it turns out, not happening -- she didn't call until they were out of slots.
I was so annoyed I made her promise me she would call first thing Tuesday... which was a good thing, as I awoke Tuesday morning around dawn to find she hadn't come to bed. I ran downstairs as quickly as was safe to find her in her recliner, so asleep that I was afraid... well, you can imagine. When I touched her, she jumped and I almost screamed (it was really dark) -- and I made it clear that she was either going to the doctor, or I was taking her to the ER.
To her credit, she got to the doctor by 10AM. They diagnosed her as having walking pneumonia, gave her antibiotics and an inhaler.
I'll skip over the next two days -- suffice it to say that first it seemed she was doing better, and we were waiting for the antibiotics to work.
Thursday 3PM I was running WAY late to get lunch. I drove home from work, walked through the door... and proceeded to descend into a special sort of hell.
Leslie was standing over Roni in the recliner... and was ANGRY. Leslie doesn't get angry at Roni. Annoyed, maybe. Perturbed even. But Angry?
And then I saw my wife, gasping for air, and (at first) looking really pale... and desperately trying to dissuade Leslie, and then me, out of a trip to the ER.
I walked over and realized she wasn't just pale.
She was turning BLUE.
Her fingers were decidedly so. Her toes were almost purple.
Then the argument came down to an ambulance (which she was dead set against) and getting her to the car (about 20 feet from her recliner in the driveway... which I reduced to 15 by backing the car in so the passenger door was facing the kitchen door on the driveway.
It took us 15 minutes to traverse that distance, thanks mostly to the long pause midway so she could calm down enough to catch her breath... somewhat.
Got her into the car, and thanks whatever deity was listening that the lights cross island were in our favor. Got to Alameda Hospital and... well, you know that thing when someone runs into an ER up to a counter gasping out "MywifeisinthecarIneedawheelchairorguerneyhurryshe's TURNING BLUE!!", and all of a sudden people are running out with you with a wheelchair?
I was later told by several medical professionals that was one of the best times to do such a thing.
When I am more up to the task I will confront the following 48 hours until that point when, after all of the tests and blood thinners, after she was moved from the Critical Care Unit to a standard room, when I realized she was going to be fine. I'll explore the emotions and details, not to mention my state of mind (and occasional lack of it). But in a desperate attempt to make an already moderately long story shorter, she had thrown two leg clots (that's what the charley horse was all about, it seems), likely one lodging near her lungs Friday, the other the following Thursday.
We dodged a bullet, and I can not possibly express how eternally grateful I am to everyone who immediately went into action, from my boss at Perforce, through people thousands of miles away (Hi mom!) to Roni's boss and co-workers at VoiceTrax. Not to mention witches in Ukiah, catholics in Phoenix, and a whole slew of supporting characters that I barely knew of.
Thank you. There is no word for how much I meant that phrase today. Just... thank you.
Some SERIOUS damage.
And thank goddess we were downstairs. Two flights would have been insane.
- Perforce SoftwareTech Support, 2005 - present
- Apple Inc.ULQ Engineer, 1993 - 1998
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- NASAODIN Project, 2003 - 2003
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- State University of New York at PurchaseEnglish, 1981 - 1985
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