They say it's your birthday!

Posted on Saturday, July 11, 2009 by Melanie

Happiest of happies to the one and only Super Bee, and enjoy the frosty adult beverages!

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Re-purposed LOLcat

Posted on Friday, July 10, 2009 by Pat Gaik

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Dignity, Always Dignity

Posted on Friday, July 10, 2009 by Pat Gaik

The things I do to earn a buck!

The hilarious new comedy "Unnecessary Farce" by Paul Slade Smith makes it's Illinois debut at Conklin's Barn II Dinner Theatre in Goodfield beginning July 23.

Come out and watch me "blowin' oan mah bags!"

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Acceptable in the 80's

Posted on Thursday, July 09, 2009 by Melanie

Yeah, yeah, I know Patrick, it's not Doctor Who, but this is great nonetheless. For all you Blake's 7 fans out there, you can thank Walt for this:

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We get e mails!

Posted on Tuesday, July 07, 2009 by Stacy

Yes listeners, we have received yet *another* email that thankfully has not been tampered with.

At all.

Really.

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DQYDJ 77: Kissing Grandma Inappropriately With Tongue

Posted on Sunday, July 05, 2009 by Melanie

EP 77: Kissing Grandma Inappropriately With Tongue (44:12)

Welcome to Episode 77 of "Don't Quit Your Day Job: The Podcast!" where Melanie is the Cutoff Nazi, Jerry fondly remembers "Kung Fu: The Next Generation", Stacy wonders what a sling is (it's explained as a swingset for adults), and Patrick's Scottish accent wanders around the British Isles, plus we welcome our special guest Taffy Carlisle Huffington.

We have voicemail!
Walt
DQ Rick

We have email!
Marc Johnson

Send us email: dqydjpodcast@gmail.com
Send us voicemail: 206-666-4187

And remember, Angelenos, in three weeks I will be in your neighborhood for this!

STEVE ALLEN THEATER
at the Center For Inquiry
West 4773 Hollywood Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90027
(323) 666-4268
Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays
7/10/09 through 8/2/09

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I'm gonna live!

Posted on Saturday, July 04, 2009 by Melanie

Well, until Patrick and Taffy kill me for not telling them about this in Orlando, but whatever.

For most of this year I've been experiencing an increasingly unpleasant array of medical problems. There was the edema in my legs -- I've always retained water like a sponge, and indeed have looked 9 months' pregnant upon occasion due to the tummy bloat, but my feet and ankles were also starting to swell up horribly, which just wasn't good.

And then there were the heart hiccups, as I like to call them, or premature ventricular contractions as the medical profession prefers to call them. I've been having those since 2005 -- had them checked out by the doc at that point, he put me on beta blockers, and they did absolutely nothing. They seem to come more frequently in the time between my fertile period and my period period, but could pop up at any time.

And then there was the fatigue that would crash over me like a tidal wave, leaving my ass bone tired and unable to muster the energy to do even the simplest things like do laundry or write, for God's sake. I would literally stagger home from work, crash on the couch, get up reluctantly to go to sleep, then drag myself out of bed and head back to work. Weekends -- what weekends? I slept through them.

And then there was the lightheadedness, which was the final straw when it happened all during Gay Days and left me wondering if I was going to pass out a couple of times. It's also been kind of hard at times to think straight, which is just not good in my line of work.

Usually, these symptoms taken as a whole indicate some degree of heart failure, which would suck, but if that's what I had I needed to get it treated toot sweet. So I went into the doctor on June 22 and had a general physical and an EKG. On the plus side, my blood pressure was 120 over 80 -- it just doesn't get better than that. And my EKG showed normal sinus rhythm, so everything looked good from a cardiac point of view. My lungs sounded clear, and he didn't find anything wrong with my skin, joints or tummy -- all very good as well.

He was concerned about the edema, fatigue, dizziness and recurring heart hiccups, however, and sent me off to have some bloodwork done (CBC, sed rate, cholesterol, thyroid, and glucose), which required three test tubes of blood and three failed attempts at a venous puncture (and this is after I chugged a bottle of water) before the Pro from Dover was called in and nailed a vein in the back of my hand. Damn my tiny and painfully shy veins.

He also renewed my scrip for Synthroid. This is important, because while I waited for my current scrip to run out, I did some research on my symptoms. It turns out that a large number of people have experienced, well, pretty much everything I'd experienced this year while taking levothyroxine, the generic version of Synthroid. Apparently there are issues as to how levothyroxine is taken up and distributed by the body, plus different generics are not always bioequivalent and since your pharmacy could give you pretty much anything as long as it was generic, you could run into problems with how much hormone you were actually getting. And since Synthroid is a narrow-index drug (meaning small changes in the dosage could have major effects), receiving a varying amount of hormone based on what your pharmacy decided to dispense that month was Not a Good Thing At All.

So, my angels, three guesses what I've been taking since 2005 or so?

Yeah. So I refilled the scrip and told the pharmacist that I wanted the name brand of Synthroid, not the generic. Started taking that on June 25 -- within three days, almost 90% of the symptoms had disappeared (I still had the occasional PVC, but that may have been due to the Crimson Tide, which is when they tended to happen) and I started swimming every night. By July 1 I was getting housework done, swimming every night, writing every day, gardening out back (which included cutting the Triffid that hides the pump equipment back down to size), cleaning the patio area so that we could barbeque over the weekend, plus I planned on spending the three-day weekend getting the bedroom and master bath whipped into shape. Two weeks ago I was lucky if I could haul my ass upstairs to record a podcast. You can't tell me that generic Synthroid and the name brand stuff are bioequivalent.

But still no blood test results, which bothered me some. And then yesterday the doorbell rang -- it was my neighbor from down the street, who had received the blood test results from my doc (this is normal for my neighborhood -- we routinely get other people's mail, and I just redeliver it). Slightly nervous, I opened the envelope and read the results.

Ta da! No diabetes, no cancer, no infections or any kind, no liver or kidney problems, heart's in good shape, and I just need to work on my bad cholesterol which is slightly elevated (watching fats and weightlifting will fix that, and my good cholesterol is at a nice level). Dr. Allen added a note saying that the labs were all good, asking how I was feeling, and offering to prescribe a diuretic if I felt I needed it (we have a very good working relationship, and he knows I won't ask for something unless I feel it's necessary).

I need to let him know what happened now that I'm on the name brand Synthroid. Who knew that something as simple as dumping a generic would have such a massive effect? Phoo.

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Our salute to Independence Day!

Posted on Saturday, July 04, 2009 by Melanie

Because it's just not an American holiday without the Swedish Chef!

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I don't know why, but this makes me giggle like a little girl

Posted on Thursday, July 02, 2009 by Melanie

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FAN MAIL FROM CALIFORNIA

Posted on Wednesday, July 01, 2009 by Stacy

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