Oy.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

I’ve got a long list of bosses. You see, I’m on the bottom of the totem pole- slick-sleeve deputy- and over me are a sergeant, a lieutenant, a captain, and then the major and the sheriff. The sergeant is new, and I’m not sure he’s figured out the best way to motivate his troops yet… the stripes are wearing a little heavy. Police departments may be quasi-military in their rank structure, but middle-aged cops are definately not 18-year-old army recruits and can’t be treated as such; not if you want any sort of morale. The sergeant, I think, is afraid that if his unit doesn’t produce, he’ll lose his stripes; a conclusion that may be reinforced by the lieutenant and captain- or may not be.

I’ve been in his position before- at my previous department, I was a sergeant, and there was a period where I was paranoid that my every action was being scrutinized and that my officers would screw up and have it reflect badly on me. I’d like to take him aside and offer him advice; get him to see that there are other ways of motivating your guys, other styles of leadership, but I’m not sure how he’d take it. I’m sure he’ll grow into the position, same as I once did… I just hope no one gets too disgruntled before then.

In other news (there’s always other news), my roommate’s bought his second motorcycle. He bought a Suzuki GS500F over the summer and taught himself to ride. The 500 was a good bike to learn on; handles well and not too much power. I figured he’d want to step up after a while; just not this soon. He bought a Suzuki SV1000S and has been pleased with it- of course, now he’s got two payments to make. Here’s hoping he hasn’t bitten off too much. And, now, I’ve got the motorcycle bug again. It’s been several years since I’ve ridden- the Yamaha Seca on the Garage page wents tits-up long ago- and I’ve forgotten how much I liked it. I have just paid off a bunch of stuff I owed on, so I’ve got the money for a monthly payment; but do I want to get in debt again?

And since I’m stuck in the 80’s, I’ve been looking at standard bikes- either the Suzuki Bandit 1200S or the Kawasaki ZRX1200R (which is pretty much visually identical to the GPz 305 and 500 I used to ride). We shall see.

Diary of a migraineur

Monday, October 18, 2004

Sitting in bed with the laptop, as I usually am when posting here, watching TV (“Silence of the Lambs” on Skinemax; I’ve thought all of the movie adaptations of Harris’ novels have been well done, although, like all adaptations, they had to leave out a lot of the internal dialog that really makes his characters unique… I also thought Edward Norton was miscast as Graham in “Red Dragon”; what’s his face was a better Graham in “Manhunter”)… pretty much stoned out of my gourd on Stadol, the migraine medication I’ve been prescribed for several years. I hadn’t seen a doctor for migraines in a couple of years; figured I’d get around to it when the county settled their medical insurance mess. They have, and I had a migraine Tuesday night. The subsequent headache lasted well into the next day, so I bit the bullet and made an appointement with a new doctor in town; hadn’t switched doctors since the move to Braselton. I felt the beginnings of another tonight, hence the medication.

Now, when I talk about having migraines, I’m not talking about just a bad headache. I hate hearing someone say “Man, I’ve got a headache; I think I’ve got a migraine.” If you had a migraine, you wouldn’t have to think about it; you’d know. My migraines started when I was about 14, and weren’t all that frequent; once every couple of months or so. As I’ve gotten older, they’ve decreased in frequency to every six or eight months. They start with numbness in one of my fingertips, moving from finger to finger and sometimes to the end of my nose and lips. After the numbness, I get sparkles- sort of like an afterimage, like when someone shines a bright flashlight in your eyes- that start like annoying little specks in the corner of my vision and spread to the entire center of my vision. The sparkles shimmer as zigzag shapes, a herringbone pattern that flashes red and yellow. The sparkles, “scintillating scotoma” I think they’re called, move to the outer peripheries of my vision before vanishing. Then there’s waves of overpowering nausea that have me heaving my guts out. Following these precursors, which last 20 to 40 minutes or so, comes the headache. A headache for which terms like “crushing”, “pounding”, and “blinding” are inadequate descriptors. The headache lasts for several hours, and over the next few days, I’ll have a “regular” grade headache.

Not all of my migraines exhibit each of the precursors. Most of the time it’s the scotoma followed by the pain. Bright lights and loud noises seem to aggrivate the symptoms. I’ve never really figured out what triggers them, exactly; for a long time I was convinced that MSG and nitrates, like from a hot dog, would trigger them; but then I’ll eat a hog’s worth of weiners with no headaches. Sometimes stress with trigger one, sometimes not. Not having eaten for while seems to make me vulnerable to them, but I’ve never found any one thing. Science seems to be at a loss to explain what causes them, too; they’ve noted vasodilation (or constriction, I forget which) in the brain during migraines but feel these are symptoms and not causes. I’ve had a MRI that found nothing unusual; no brain tumors or anything like that. And as science progresses, I’ve tried each latest miracle drug- ergot based drugs like wigrain (sp?) and Midrin, the new tryptan drugs like Imitrex, Amerge, Maxalt, Zolmig… my last doctor had wanted me to try one called Frova. None of them stopped the migraines. The only drug that works, that stops the migraine within 15 minutes, is called Stadol.

The only problem with Stadol, otherwise known as butorphenol tartrate, is that it’s a synthetic opiate- a narcotic. It’s usually used as a painkiller, and is used as a veterinary drug. It’s also apparently abused for its narcotic qualities, and therefore restricted. It stops the migraine, all right; it also zonks me out to the point that I end up asleep and drooling. While I can’t do anything useful while having a migraine, I also can’t do anything useful while taking Stadol. It’s taken me the better part of an hour to write this (moving from “Silence of the Lambs” to “Futurama” on Cartoon Network); I have to chase my thoughts down from wandering all over the map and nail them down with the keyboard.

Speaking of which, where was I going with this blog entry? I filled in my new doctor with my past history; something that gets old after several new doctors and re-tellings. I mentioned wanting to find a medication other than Stadol, and that my last doc wanted me to try Frova. He made a couple of cursory notes and said that while he didn’t like to prescribe narcotics for chronic pain, my migraines weren’t chronic. He also said that if the other tryptan drugs didn’t work, Frova probably wouldn’t either; and gave me another prescription for Stadol. And here I am… the migraine’s gone, but so’s my sobriety. Not an unpleasant feeling- quite the opposite, actually. I can see why it’s addictive. Just not the worth turning yourself into a zombie.

Oh, stop whining II

Monday, October 11, 2004

On the Front Porch page, I vent a little about speeding tickets and the whining folks do when they get them. You were speeding, you got caught, face it. Or at least come up with a clever excuse… I’ve heard enough of the same old excuses that a funny one might get you arbitrarily issued warning. I wish I could give you some examples, but good responses are rare and I really can’t think of any. That, and “Family Guy” is diverting my attention at the moment. More sad than funny is the guy who told me he was speeding because he really, really had to get to a bathroom… as the unmistakable smell of fresh feces wafted from the car. Possibly he was lying to get out of the ticket; but anyone who’d crap their pants on cue to get a warning has gone above and beyond the call of duty in my opinion. Then there was the woman I pulled over after seeing her stopped at a red light… on the wrong side of the road. It was around 2:30 in the morning, the perfect time for drunks to be out. She seemed rather tense and more than a little annoyed, and told me she’d been at the Kroger pharmacy. I couldn’t smell any alcohol, so I asked her what the medication was for; thinking she had taken something that had affected her driving. She screwed up her face, looking like she’d sucked on the ass-end of a lemon-filled weasel, and said “Bladder infection.”

She got a warning.

“Operation: Organize Garage” is complete- there’s now a cabinet-workbench area, and plywood up in the attic for all the junk that was in the garage. All for a mere $800- thanks, Home Depot credit card!- and a nice gash on my head when I stood up into the corner of one of the cabinet doors. And I finished CT’s website wishes. Still no closer on finishing the throw phone, though.

Oh, stop whining

Sunday, October 10th, 2004

As some of you may or may not know, I’m a traffic cop. Yup, I’m one of those guys that gives you the expensive ticket when you’ve made an improper turn, run a red light, or were speeding. Believe it or not, I sleep well at night, because I know that after I’m done, most of you are going to pay a bit more attention to your driving.

But what I can’t stand are the folks who constantly whine about getting a ticket. It’s not a speed trap, folks- you were speeding, and I caught you. I can write a never-ending stream of tickets without having to make them up; if I stopped you, it’s because I’m 100% certain you were speeding. Go ahead and search the web for those “how to beat a ticket” books; I run radar and laser by the book, the same way every time, and I haven’t lost a case yet. I don’t care if you’re late for work, if a relative is in the hospital, or if you’ve really, really got to go to the bathroom. I don’t believe you when you tell me your cruise control was set at the speed limit, your car won’t go that fast, or you just sped up for a second to pass that guy. If you can’t afford the ticket, if your insurance will go up, or if your parents/spouse/whoever will be very upset because you got a ticket, you should have weighed that risk before you pushed the gas. Some of you may actually not have known how fast you were going- which just tells me you’re not paying attention to your driving- but those of you doing 95 in a 65 know damn well you’re going a lot faster than the speed limit. My job is to slow you down to somewhere close to the speed limit, because the faster you’re going over, the more likely you are to have a wreck and the more likely that that wreck will be a serious one. If I could do that by just telling you the dangers, I’d just make TV ads about it. But I know you- you’re not going to let that slow you down. So I encourage you to slow down by hitting you in the pocketbook- if it’s going to cost you money, you’ll pay attention.

So, if I catch you speeding, don’t whine and don’t give me the same old boring excuse. Either bite the bullet and take the ticket, or at least give me an excuse that’s original. For more on that, check the weblog.

Hurm.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Yeah, not much happening. Long work week, lot of tickets written; too short a weekend. Put up some more edging on the flowerbeds, some low voltage lights, and a workbench/cabinet type thing in the garage. Finally got around to seeing CT, who wants some changes made to his website; nothing too arduous, but I’m just not sure when I can get around to it.

In short, life’s dull right now; but then again, it could be interesting, as in the Chinese curse “may your life be interesting”.