Not much new today other than my mom broke both her ankles.....not playing basketball. We took some pics of out pup out in the yard with mixed success. I ran a 10k today around the lakes. I use an ipod with the nike+ adapter. I like it although at the moment it is about 75 yards off in a 5k distance.
Ahh, it's been awhile.
Interesting day today at work....had a meth head completely high and drunk. I called the police and had him escorted out after he threatened me for not rx'ing him drugs.
We just got back from visiting Elo and Turtle and Siena in Chicago. We had a good time.
I have been running with my new ipod and nike+ accessories. It allows me to see how I am improving and log it into nike+.com which graphs my runs out and lets me track goals and such....pretty cool. Here we are at Wrigley Field on sunday. I am the master of left handed shots.
Slightly less dubay. Scratched my cornea today. That is just about as much fun as a sharp stick in the eye.
Since my close call with the augmentin, I have not been able to excercise much and am fat. They say the end of the summer, so today, I went out for a run.... I ran about a mile and 1/2. 4 laps around the track......almost keeled. I am hoping to extend 1 lap every other day or so, so I will look less like 
this.......
Carol B brought over her French Mastiff puppy, Isaac. He is just 14 pounds and will get to about 140. Byron almost ate him....
Byron's brother, Parker, came over when it was a million degrees out and they played until almost dead. Our house has no air, so we go up north whenever possible during the heatwaves.
We went in to see my bro for some ultrasound pics of the baby....
going over to Enge's tonight for some grilling eats...
Caio
lots of swearing for you with tender ears.
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Linda, my new nurse came in the next morning and started taking off some of the devices placed on me the night before. Off came the oxygen mask, off came one of the IV's and blessedly, off came the bp cuff that had swelled my right arm up huge and made it look like their were purple flames running up from the elbow. Anita couldn't stand the sight of my arm. I was just happy to have some of the restraints off. I still had the art line in my left wrist, the foley and the central line out of my chest. That was enough. My fever never seemed to rise above 102 much, so I didn't have to don the blanket again. Now it was up to many docs comming in to give their opinions. Internal med docs, hematologists, dermatologists, infectious disease docs. They all came to one opinion. That it is very unlikely that this is anything but a severe drug reaction to the Augmentin. This is good news for me...that endotoxins were out of the equation. I spent the rest of the day into the next in the ICU with mostly just me and Anita. My parents were very relieved when they returned to find me stronger and getting better. Linda had brought Anita a more comfortable chair to recline on and that made me feel a lot better.
So now it was recovery. Lots of steroids and saline. I even started to eat some although the hospital food was really terrible. I mean a sandwich was two slices of white bread and a slab of processed turkey....that is it. Happy lunch. Steriods made me crazy at night. I woke up hallucinating like Russell Crowe. I was certain that things were happening for about 5 minutes each time. It was scary once I was trying to rip out my iv's.
I did find that once they moved me out of ICU, I needed to go. I needed good food and rest and this was not the place. Anita may have needed these things more than me at this point as well. There was a lot of worry about her health now as well.
We ended up going up north, and as would be expected, my mother gave us all the r and r we could handle.
The first thing I remember about the ICU was Jared my new nurse using some kind of board to roll me onto this incredibly comfortable bed. I was still being hit with a flurry of questions from every new person. Mostly I could not speak and Anita was appointed to answer the queries. They kept hanging more bags of saline. I felt terrible still. I was hooked up to a monitor that kept my heart rate blood pressure, but I could not see it well as I had not brought my glasses from home. I do remember my heart rate was at 130 when I arrived and I was watching it now at about 5:00pm at about 110. Blood pressure was stabile at about 110/65. They kept hanging bags. I think at about 6 litres, I could feel a little saliva.
My parents arrived soon after I was in the ICU. My mom came in first and was very distraught. She could see I had a big fight about me tonight and was praying hard that I would win that bout. Next my dad came in. He took a look at me and had to turn to the window. "I'd ask you how you are doing, but I can see it." he said. He placed his hand on my chest and slowly walked out. I could tell my look was more than he could handle.
Tony came back in and stayed for awhile with Anita. She never left. They kept hanging bags.
At 7:30, I met the infectious medicine doctor. She came in with my new nurse Nancy. The doc asked many good questions and really was a comfort when she thought it was still an allergic reaction from the Augmentin. That would be much better than bacterial infection. She ordered every hard hitting ab into my IV's. Vancomycin, doxycycline, gentamycin. And more bags of saline.... when she left, I felt a little better about my chances although my fever was not agreeing. Nancy checked it at 104.9 and climbing. I knew full well that the brain and organs start to cook at about 106. I had about 1 degree and was closing. Now came the fight. They hung more bags and shot me with steroids. Nancy placed a bag that blew 50 degree air on me that I would wear until my temp would fall below 102.
Everyone except Anita had gone now. My parents went to take care of Byron, and Tony went home. I lay there shivering watching the clock and what I could see of my monitor. I was hoping for some Tylenol at 9:30, but none came. I just shook uncontrollably. I had the extreme shivers from the fever and the blanket poured cold air on me relentlessly. Anita struggle to get comfortable with two chairs together. I knew I would not sleep this night. I remember watching every minute tick by hoping I would quit shivering. I hated the blanket although I knew it was saving me. It still was bitter. I fantasized about drinking a glass of coke with ice right to the top. I promised I would have one when I was out. It was 1:10 am I would look at anita. she was asleep. I would wink at her. She slept. 1:15 same/and so on for a long time. About 2:20, Nancy checked my temp. It had dropped to 102.4.
"Next time i come back it could be below 102 and you can have the blanket off." She said.
It was not to be...I started shivering hard for an hour straight. I knew that was my fever spiking again. she came back in an hour.
"I know it went up," I said.
"103.5?" I asked..
"Close. 103.3....shoot, she said. I was hoping we would be below as we were steadily dropping.
Yeah, shoot. more time with this infernal blanket and a fever setback. Will I ever even out.
A miracle happened about 5:00am. my fever went to 101.8. The blanked was off and I slept instantly for about 3 hours. I had made it through the night.
My magical face(meaning dark purple and distended) apparently was a quick ticket into the er and into a treatment room. We were attended to very quickly by a couple of nurses who tried to get some IV's put into my arms. They mosly failed. I could not understand this as my veins are usually very easy to get to. "I don't think he has any blood in his peripheral veins, they may all be locked down." said a nurse. That was the first time I thought this may be worse than I thought. I strained to look at my arms...they are dark purple and distended like pictures of the dead and bloated.
They wheeled me quickly into the traditional er room and began to place more IV's. They all looked worried. My er doc was a japanese woman who mostly took direction on how things work from the nurses which did concern a man looking up at the blue hatted people that have your life in their hands. She began to place a central line. ( I don't recommend one for fun). The thing is big a long and gets placed into the subclavian vein (which is just above the right atrium of the heart). The first couple of jolts to the heart let me know I should be afraid. I widened my eyes. "your arm hurts?" they asked....no, I sputtered, my heart isn't beating.... "Oh, they said, he has gone arhythmic." Great, I am thinking, poor Anita out in the other room and I die with paddles on in this one. (it was right about at this point I realized I was now fighting for my life. I had heard enough about sepsis and endotoxins and the state everyone was saying I was in and how far gone I was that life started to take a different look for me. I think I will always look back to right here, under the er lights that my life was in the balance and things and priorities needed to be sorted out. what is really important to me and what is all the hoo ha that gets in the way and clouds my mind.) She finally gets this sheath in place and begins to insert the line that goes into it and it won't fit. She cannot figure out why. No one has a clue......maybe it's the wrong kit, maybe it is bent maybe a new instrument....I have never used one of these before says the Doctor obviously making me feel much more secure in my ability to survive. Has anyone used this thing? Apparently nobody knew a thing. "Put some traction on it maybe" says the nurse. Yeah traction I am thinking....doesn't that just mean to try and jam it in? So she does.....it doesn't work. Finally a call to the internal medicine doc for help. He comes down all calm and sits down. Get me a mac 7 kit.
he says.
That is a mac 7 Er Doc says.
No it is not...get rid of these things. I need to pull all of this out. And he does.
He calmly placed a new central line stitched it in cleaned up and was done....I never saw DR. ER again....thank you.
Tony showed up a couple of minutes after they had placed the Foley catheter. That also is no fun, but not really worrisome. I thought I peed a bunch in there, but only a bit of brown sludge....not a good kidney sign.
"not much there," said Todd, the nurse.
"and the wrong color" said tony.
finally after a couple of bags of saline there was a small trickle. Bag after bag of saline was being hung on all five ports as far as I could tell. The bags were being pumped into me. My mouth still was parched. No saliva.
"that's a better color" tony said.
Todd looked over... "sweet" he replied.
Tony face showed plenty of worry as had his arm around Anita. I could see tears in his eyes.
We waited for a long time in the er for a room up in the ICU to get ready. Tony and Anita thought it was cold there, I was still hot and parched. They just looked down on my purple distended face and body with much concern. I just wanted more saline.
Finally the call came and we could go to ICU.
Off to ICU
It all started on a beautiful Monday afternoon. Anita and I took Byron around lake of the isles and stopped in the dog park. One very big aggressive adult dog took offense to B and put him on his back to show dominance. Another piled on and thought more aggressive thoughts started tearing at Byron's neck. I, instinctively, pulled the latter off of Byron, stopping the fight, but my finger was lashed in the meantime. It hurt, and we left (not getting all the dog's info like dummies.) I called my bro and he talked to the head of em at hcmc. He said on the safe side I could take augmentin 875mg bid for a week. I thought, yeah, I better be safe than sorry. I fill the script and took a pill. We hung out that night watching some ball and took a second pill.
That night was the start of my long and fairly scary journey. I started shivering at about midnight. It was a violent shiver, but I passed it off as the start of a routine fever (not that that would be fun either). I shook most of the night and could not get out of bed the next morning.
Anita wanted me to see the doc. Of course, I did not want to see the doc, but I went anyway. Almost too tired to stand up I huddled up next to the counter at the check in and finally sat down on a bench. The welcoming person implored that I get a wheel-chair, but I would not....today.
We went up to the second floor to see Dr. Abulla from family practice. A very nice older gent who concurred that it probably was a drug allergy brought on by the Augmentin. I had already stopped the drug and was on Tylenol and benedryl. We went home with the thought now that it will just be a bit of time and the allergic reaction will stop. I slept better that night, but it was a fever filled, hallucinating night and that is never fun. The next day everything was extreme effort. Anita was getting more and more worried and I was getting more and more exhausted. Just rolling over was extreme effort. Anita brought me some grapes and oranges, but I could not feed myself. She would feed me a grape, I would eat it and then proceed to huff and puff like I had sprinted 100 yards. I could only eat a few before I was completely done. Wednesday went on like this the whole day. The night was different. I was insatiably thirsty. I downed bottle after bottle of water with no relief. My tongue actually got stuck to my teeth and tore on the bottom. I woke up feeling immobile and emmaciated.
Anita had come home early on Thursday from her research project and said we had to see the doc again. I was really too tired. I really resisted, but she was now boss and had made an appointment and we had to go now. I struggled and had her help me to the car and we went back to see Dr. Abdulla. This time I took the wheelchair and they rushed me upstairs (I must look bad, I thought) See, I had never looked at myself in the mirror because I was too tired to do so. They rushed me right in to see the doc. He took a look at me and said he was going to call the mercy er and they would admit me. I told Anita I really just wanted to go home....that would not be an option for a while as I would find out......Off to the er.
Lots of speculation on players over the winter. The biggest, of couse, was the rumour that Dave Boardman was heading back to town. We had seen what the best had to offer and were bringing back our whole nucleus of players plus possibly adding some new players. Andre Strausmanus, Dave B. and a controversial (in my opinion) Joe sezario. (I know I spelled it wrong). It wasn't that Joe isn't a good player, I just did not like him....not even a little. He and I were paired as defensive throwers,so I just thought of him as I did my old high school doubles partner who I also did not like. We play together, we don't need to like each other.
That whole year was a bit fuzzy.
I remember winning at cooler....I think that was the year we almost lost to BAT, but they gaffed the winning goal.
We had a close one in the finals and lost to furious by one. First time experiencing playing against crook and Mike Grant and really noticing who they were. I didn't really notice them the year before.
We did have a chance to make semis having lost to DoG and Furious if DoG beats the Condors and then we beat them. (our loss to DoG was not very memorable. I think we lost pretty bad.) DoG pulled out a close one to condors with Greff owning the disc all the way down the field against the wind and pushing it in for the winning goal. We got to play for semis against Condors in our final pool play game(at the time there were only 12 teams at club nationals). We got trounced. They were clearly much better than we were. This then was our last game. There was no play down. At that time, it was party on for most of us....mfb leading the charge. We drank beer at the fields and more at the hotel. Marty willie dan ruen rusta and I went to siesta key beach (as we never saw the beach up until then) for some disc throwing fun. Marty was well past the point of intoxicated. We were pretty sure he couldn't keep it up and would pass out any time....he never did. He chased me around the beach telling me he could lift me over his head to prove he was not drunk.... When Jonathan Shep showed up in his speedo we felt it was time to go. Willie fished marty out of the water and we were off to the hotel. The Borg were eating in a small bar/restaurant over the water. As we approached them, Sox said we should come and join them and then seeing the state of a boisterously drunk marty he added "don't bring him." Of course when we got up to our room we convinced Marty that Sox was hoping that he would go eat with them, so only MFB went down to join the borg. We all laughed about it. The party was a good time...more naked bodies than I have ever seen at one event. That is about all I remember from 1998. It was a very fun year. Oh, DoG won in the finals against Condors.
To be sure, we had very little idea of what to expect from nationals. We had no experience in the format and no experience in where to stay. Most of us flew in together and rented cars to get from Tampa to Sarasota. I recall seeing tons of frisbee players in the Tampa airport. Either that or there was a gypsie convention going on. We had booked our stay in the official hotel which was on some little harbor inlet. I stayed with Dan Ruen Rusta and Marty (along with his Reo speedwagon discs). We were excited for our first game against Furious George. We had never played them or seen them before just like most of the teams here. It is just incredible the first time I stepped onto the polo grounds. It was as flat as I have ever seen. The grass was about a quarter inch thick absolutely even. We warm up, listen to the national anthem in the growing humidity of the Florida morning and get ready to play. The game was close all the way. I can recall getting a d on one of the handlers to give us the chance to win down the stretch, but we turned it over. Seng, I believe got another point block, but again we were thwarted (I think Paco was stalled at their 20). We lost a close one. Our next game was against the Florida Refugees. They hadn't heard of us and thought they would run over us. Wrong. We outran and out played them. This was a team that made some terrible calls. I had a ho D block from behind that caught nothing but disc and a foul was called.....WHAT! He stuck by it and actually was mad that I questioned him. He never got the disc again. It never was close. I know we beat Philly Rage (with andre strausmanus), red tide again (with Kenny Dobbyns....not playing his most intense frisbee) That game sticks out, one because of the legend of kenny, and two because of their strategy. It was a very windy upwind downwind game. They would move it to midfield going downwind and throw a blade/hammer to the endzone to a woefully far behind Dobbyns. Then he (with me on him) would lay it out about 10 yards away and thunk on the ground. Then they would try to stop us from going upwind. Paco had his forehand humming. It literally was cutting through the big wind going about 50 yards easy absolutley flat. After about 4 of these resulting in goals they called out. "Make that guy throw his backhand....no forehand." Now, anyone who knows Paco well would chuckle a bit here because his backhand will go another 20 yards with good shape. They had no chance. I did get to D Kenny from behind in the game (and got a picture of it to prove). As usual, our love connection crew sang a rousing cheer for them at the end of the game (Red Tide sung to Rawhide). They loved it.
No question the most fun and memorable game ever for me. I know it wasn't the biggest game I will ever play, but nothing really compared. We started off fast. I can't remember the scores, but I remember getting a ho block from behind on Howard and him calling foul. Crowd booing, me wanting to throttle him, then a funny thing happened. Steve said "Mark, calm down, he is thinking about it." Howard overturned his call. We had the disc on their 20 or so. Two points later, I foot blocked Howard. Our team was rolling. We had the "Love Connection" of dan ruen and Russ adams and whoever else they could recruit cheering loudly with arms around each other. We could not be stopped. Dave Boardman was their only highlight catching a few in the endzone. The game was a huge party for all of the minneapolis players and sidelines. 15-7 I am pretty sure was the score. Regional champs. That team I had watched a couple of years earlier fell to a much better team....us. The beginning of a long standing winning tradition for Minneapolis Sub-Zero. We all hung around the field watching the backdoor game and getting soused. luck had it that I did not have to drive home.
We got to the fields for another nice day of ultimate weather. We knew Madison had also made it to the Semi's and we would have to play them again. In this year's format, the two teams in the finals finished 1,2, so that meant with 3 bids, this was the game to go. I remember running our warm-up lap around the polo fields with Tross and he was smiling broadly saying it was the best team we could play because they absolutely knew that they could not beat us. As we got into our stretch circle, there was a loose confidence in our team. Sox was hamming it up with his version of a dance move called the "sunrise, sunset," and we all laughed at him. (at this point ironically, I started to consider Sox one of my good friends on the team.) He grows on you for better or worse. Chipper on the madison side was screaming at his players. He was throwing a coniption saying "look at them in their fancy uniforms with numbers, no way can we beat them" in a sarcastic tone. He was right. We pulled away just before half and never looked back. I am not certain who played Z in the other semi, but I think it was BAT...Tim? Anyway, Z won that semi, so we had our rematch. A chance to get that giant gorilla off our backs.
Probably the most fun I ever had at any tournament. I don't think it is even close. Chicago got placed in our pool as they had a strange beat in their section which actually worked in our favor in the end. The scene was Naperville polo grounds. The weather...great. We played some nobody team in the first round and then it was a match-up with chicago Z. The one thing I remember was that we got some D's early and Grady threw them away trying to score too early. It was like if we want to win and quick! We didn't. They beat us pretty good, but not because they were a better team. They had confidence and we shot ourselves in the foot too many times.
Anyway quarters rolled around on saturday evening and we were matched up with Pumphouse 5. For some reason all of our jitters were gone and we were extremely confident. No kidding, they started with the disc and were quickly down 3-0 not ever getting the disc out of their own endzone. Keep in mind that it was not windy. We were just that much faster and more aggressive. I don't remember how badly we were beating them at the time, but their strategy literally being called from the sidelines was "knock their throwers down." Just blatantly outright cheating being yelled from their captains, but just like Madison they never would be in our league again. We absolutely crushed them like 15-5, I think.
That eve was spent on the fields for most our team. We partied, played jump through the hula-hoop and generally whooped it up. We were playing madison in the game to go in the morning! Cooter once again broke with the Borg and partied with us much to the chagrin of Sox who had to drive 45 minutes to the spaghetti factory (where Cooter dominated Betsy and her 3 in the tree to win a bet between ryder mfb and myself) to pick cooter up. 45 minutes he barked as we all laughed.
