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Alphabet Soup

Monday, August 13th, 2007

So, I spoke to soon with the bronchitis and went in to work today, coughing up a storm. Wound up leaving a few hours early because I couldn’t take it anymore.

When I was there, however, one of my co-workers – another frequent sufferer of bronchitis – asked why the doctor hadn’t prescribed Levaquin verus the Zitrhomax for an antibiotic. I said thanks and that I would ask the doctor tomorrow. So, I walked back to my desk, pulled up Google, and typed in L-E-V – and promptly forgot the rest of the name. Suddenly the name came to me – Levitra! So I typed that in, and instead got pop-ups (no pun intended) for erectile dysfunction medication. Whoops.

Why do so many medications sound the same? It’s like all the drug companies shake up a box of Scrabble tiles, pick out a few letters and then name the medication. When I had cancer, I used to take Neulasta, a white blood cell booster injection, after every treatment. My mom would ask the nurses if they remembered to give me Lunesta. The nurses then would ask, “Amanda’s taking Lunesta? That’s not on the presciption list.” Then Mom would argue that it was. Then I’d have to straighten it out, but at that point, I would get my Ls and Ns mixed up.

Here’s a list of soundalike drug names. There were even more than I imagined!

The Crashdown of Crabula

Sunday, August 12th, 2007

My bronchitis is almost gone. It’s been a strange bout, since it did not gradually build up and gradually go away. However, I’m glad it’s over for the most part, because I have a business trip in Florida from Wednesday to Saturday and don’t want to be sick.

It was quite hot today, and after finding out that the Metro New York Ballon & Music Festival would put us back at least $75 with admission and the cost of food, Lexcie and I decided to go to the beach instead. We couldn’t find the sand toys before we left, so we went to CVS to buy some new ones. However, CVS’ stock was cheaply made and expensive, so we decided to buy a $1 spatula and $1.49 tumbler instead. Lexcie wanted some cardboard to stabalize sandcastle tunnels, so we hijacked some boxes from behind Boston Market.

The drive to the beach took an hour instead of 15 minutes, due to an accident and subsequent congestion on the Robert Moses Causeway. We had planned on going to Robert Moses Field 5 to meet my sister and her family, but by then, Field 5 was closed to overcrowding and we had to go to Field 4. (Turns out my sister was at Field 4 anyways, but we walked in the opposite direction.) We set up camp near the water, and began building the transit-oriented village of Crabula. While Lexcie dug a foot-and-a-half subway tunnel using a tunnel boring machine (the spatula), I built condos using the tumbler. When finished, the sand-village was made up of two subway tunnels, an open subway station (complete with a platform), three tumbler townhomes on top of the right-of-way and thre high-rise tumbler condos. A moat and a levy protected the village, which was aptly named after I found a singular blue crab leg while swimming and put it on top of one of the townhomes.

The tide started rising, so it was time to see what the Village of Crabula was made of. It survived about five waves before the moat became oversaturated and stopped channeling water away from the village perimeter. However, the subway station prevailed, and even as the lowest point in the village, it did not collect water (take that, New York City Transit).  One of the tunnels, however, did get blocked by a wayward Ziplock bag.

We then dug some more holes and built up the levy a little more, which worked for about three waves. But then one tidal wave proved too strong for the levy, which then washed away. We decided to stop building and hoped for the best. And the little subway station, townhouses and condos held strong.

But the tide kept getting higher, and water began gushing into the station, collapsing both tunnels. Then the condos sucummbed. That was followed by a tsunami, which totally wiped out the subway station and two of the townhomes. The Little Crabula Townhome That Could, which proudly held the abandoned crab leg, held on until the very last moment, when it slowly washed away as the wave pulled back into the sea.

And that’s what you get when a transit planner and real estate journalist build sandcastles.

The Village of Crabula  The Village of Crabula  The Crabula Subway Tunnel

The Crabula Subway Tunnel  The Mote Protects Crabula

WordPress Was Hungry

Tuesday, June 26th, 2007

… and ate the long post I just wrote. Roar.

Anways, life continues on its busy way, which is quite a good thing. Last weekend truly began the summer craziness. (more…)

(Pain)ting

Wednesday, June 20th, 2007

I painted my new bedroom this weekend, and all I can say is ouch. My nephew did the bulk of the roller painting, while I did the corners and perimeter and Mom did some incidentals. I accidently pulled a muscle in my back yesterday when I bent wrong, and had to stay home from work because it hurt so much. By the late afternoon, all the pain was gone, so I resumed painting.

All went well until I took a shower afterwards. I put my leg up on the side of the tub so I could get the paint off of it, and it slipped. I fell with it, and my body twisted in an unnatural position. Now, my tailbone hurts like hell and I can’t bend over. I have to slowly sit and lay, otherwise I start crying. I took 800 mg. of Motrin, so hopefully that helps and I can go to work tomorrow. If not, it looks like I’m taking a field trip to the chiropractor.

Anyways, the room looks great. (more…)

Busy Weekend

Monday, June 18th, 2007

I had quite a busy weekend, which seems to be the norm nowadays. That’s a good thing – I really shouldn’t sleep in late and let it waste away.

Although I get out of work early on Friday, I decided to stay in the city late to avoid the mess of Fire Islanders/Hamptonites/Montaukians on the LIRR. So a co-worker and I went out for a movie, dinner and drinks, since the boss man gave us movie gift certificates for a job well done this past month. We decided on Knocked Up, because I’ve heard nothing but good things about it from my friends. And it was actually a very, very good movie, and quite heartwarming. Although I am not one for crudeness, it actually gave a more real-life element to the movie. You could actually see a friend in that situation. I haven’t seen any of Judd Apatow’s other movies yet, but plan to check them out.

And even though I stayed late on Friday, my 8:30 Patchogue train was still packed with beachgoers. (more…)

Track Record

Wednesday, June 6th, 2007

It seems that every time I go home on an earlier train than usual, an LIRR service delay affects my usual 5:09 p.m. train to Speonk. Practically every time!

I had to meet with a commercial real estate CEO today at The Waldorf=Astoria, and by the time it ended, it really made no sense for me to hop on the 6 train back to work (which is pretty damned slow for a local), only having to leave 15 minutes later for the R/W to go to 34th Street. So I grabbed the downtown E train at 53rd and Lexington and went to Penn Station, where I grabbed the 4:04 p.m. Patchogue train (and took care not to hop on the 4:01 p.m. Montauk train, a mistake Chris and I made a few years ago. We wound up sitting at the Westhampton station waiting two hours for a train back to Islip).

When I arrived home, my inbox was filled with LIRR service advisories. Apparently, two Main Line trains are experiencing equipment problems, and the Speonk train usually takes the Main Line home. It was diverted to the Babylon Line, and most of the lines were experiencing 25 to 30-minute delays. Just some LIRR rush-hour fun – and I got to miss it once again. Woohoo!

Perhaps it’s making up for the three hours I had to sit in between Westbury and Carle Place during a 2005 snowstorm.

Oooh, That Smell

Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007

I don’t know it it is some lasting effect from chemotherapy, but smells have been bothering me for quite a while, and it seems to be getting even worse. The worst offender seems to be female perfume, especially one with musky notes. Unfortuantely, it seems that fragrance is quite popular at both the office and on the LIRR. Anytime I smell this type of perfume, I automatically get sick to my stomach. My tolerence has been drastically reduced; a few days ago, I told my mom that her perfume was overkill, but she told me she just spritzed it once on her wrist. Some days it’s so bad on the train that I have to move seats.

On the other hand, my tolerence for soup smells seems to be getting better. That, I know, was a chemotherapy-related problem. It was so bad that nurses had to stop bringing me hot food trays when I was undergoing treatment. Even a year later, every time someone made soup at home or the office, I’d have to run outside for fresh air or else I’d get physically ill.

Oy.

Burning the Midnight Oil

Thursday, May 17th, 2007

So I’m working late on an article yet again this week. This time, it wasn’t due to my own slackoffiness, but rather to the incompetance of my company’s IT department. I never realized how dependant I was on the Internet and network connectivity until I lost it for five hours today. I had to revert back to running around the office with a borrowed flash drive, which reminded me of my college newspaper days (oh, the horror!)

It’s like the one day I forgot to bring my cell phone with me to work. I felt so lost without it. It was a rainy day, and I had to call Mom to tell her to pick me at Babylon, rather than Islip. My only option at that point was calling from a quickly-disappearing species – the pay phone.  I fished out a quarter from my pocketbook, only to discover that pay-phone calls were now 50 cents. I didn’t have another quarter, so I had to call collect or risk missing my train.

It’s amazing. I used to go to New York City without a cell phone all the time.  Makes me wonder how I’d ever survive on a deserted island. I should take a vacation from technology for a week and see how well I fare.

Just Another Manic Tuesday

Tuesday, May 15th, 2007

Two more days and I hopefully get to breathe easier. As you can probably tell in my lag of posting an entry, I’ve been pretty busy. Mostly, it’s work. These have probably the busiest two issues I’ve worked on. Luckily for July and August, we go from bi-weekly to monthly. That takes a little stress of my writing portion, at least. I have two conference to prepare for, but they should be a piece of cake now that I really have the coverage experience. I’ve also graduated to writing about finance. It’s a hard subject, especially when it’s hard enough for me to juggle my own!

May through July is also time for graduations, parties, barbeques and other events. It started over a week ago with one of my little cousins’ First Communion. It was there I learned “Chicken Noodle Soup,” (which apparently is quite popular, but I have been blissfully aware of it thusfar) and how to do the Charlie Brown move to “Cha-Cha Slide.” (I couldn’t find a shorter YouTube example, but in my search, I  found the quite amusing “Hey Ya, Charlie Brown!“). Of course, there were the ancient classics of “The Twist,” “The Electric Slide,” “Celebration” and “Hands Up” – the bad staples of any catered and dee-jayed party. As untolerable as those old songs are, at least they’re not as cringe-inducing as some of the new songs out there. It seems that if you’re able to string some random phrases along with pantomime, you’ve got yourself a hit party song.

House is coming along. Today the contractor framed the front, so now I can see exactly how big my new bedroom is going to be. I think the most exciting part will be hitting Ikea for some new furniture. I need lots and lots of bookshelves! Probably going to for a classic, less modern-looking decor. Besides the house, there are a lot of other things to look forward to, but that will come in time  😉

Wheeeeeeee!

Saturday, April 29th, 2006

Got the ride the pace car three laps around the NASCAR track in Charlotte yesterday at around 100 m.p.h. (after signing a relase form, of course). At some points, it just felt like driving on the Garden State Parkway. Quite fun!