Wednesday, May 27, 2009

And the heart still beats inside, and the blood runs through her veins...

So it's official. To anyone that might have been following my (mis)adventures over the past few months, you'll understand this statement- I have no dignity left.

I had to go to the ER because my right testicle had swollen to 4x the size of it's left sided compatriot. How did this happen you ask? Did Daren contract gonorrhea? Chlamydia?

Nope. Neither.

I had a blonde cougar decide at a very inopportune moment to slide her chair out while on the Terrace at work and manage to minch righty between the corner of wrought iron and my theigh. Hard. It was as if she had a perosnal vandetta against me possibly reproducing some day and had taken a contract hit out on my right nut. It's due to this that I have put lefty into witness protection....

Now this hit and the aforementioned hospitalization doesn't seem so bad. What makes it bad is the number of people I had to consult on the appearance of my right nut before we were able to figure out what exactly the problem was with my testicle. First I called and explained it to my doctor's Call Center Operator- a rather cute voiced young woman that sounded both shocked and mildly amused when I told her I had taken a hit to the genitals and things were going wrong down south.

I then had to explain it to a midget at Beaumont. Yes. A midget, not a short woman, not a rather small sided young lady, but a 40-something midget. Thanks.

Then, as many people know- the staff doctors at Beaumont are mostly older men or really really ugly women. I'm laying on the gourney, laughing a little to myself at the misfortune when a rediculously hot asian girl comes in the room. Seriously? Seriously? What-the-fuck. I could deal with an old man checking out my nut. I could feel perfectly clinical about an ugly woman feeling for abnormalities. This though- was not fair. Super hot, short, and her hands on my nuts... This was not a clinical experience for me, this was the beginning of some sort of Penthouse fantasy!

Okay- so next step in this little journey for me was to get an ultrasound. Again- most of the people I've ever encountered from that unit are either elderly or fugly. Not this time! I get the relatively cute middle aged woman that wants to CHAT while she lubes up my nut for the ultrasound. Thanks!

So after a dose of Dilauded and a lot of people holding on to my testicles, I find out that I have a trauma induced infection that simply needs to be treated by antibiotics. Fun.

Oh- and did I mention the girl I've been dating for about two weeks is the one that brought me to the ER and sat with me the whole time!? FUN!

Listening to:
Brave Saint Saturn
The Light of Things Hoped For
10 - Heart Still Beats

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Need a chance, can't say goodbye- wish I could set things right tonight...

Holiday weekends are by far the worst to work in a restaurant in the summertime. Most of the people that would normally be going out to eat are staying home to grill or are on vacation, leaving not only a slow restaurant but a slow restaurant infested by people that normally never go out to eat and are "splurging"- i.e. don't know how to tip.

It's so frustrating to come in to work at 12:15 work until well after 8:00 and only walk out with seventy dollars. I feel like I'm at Red Lobster all over again. Add that to the not quite feeling too well and it's a little bit of double trouble!

On the up side though, I've been spending an increasing amount of time with a new someone special, and I have to admit- I'm pretty smitten. This girl is the embodyment of so much that I knew I have been missing but never really wanted to admit. She has this sense of humor that just follows the same vein as mine, she is willing to listen to my babble on about cars and actually asks questions and is interested in what I have to say, is happily in to adventure, loves all of the same music as I do, is a beer drinker, able to actually talk to my friends without scowling, and is just all around awesome.

I think more than all of that though, it just comes down to the point that she is 100% supportive of all of the things that I've brought up. I have been reconnecting with my Faith more and more over the past few months, and she is very passionate about God. We have open discussions about faith and the role it plays in both of our lives and rather than feeling like how I worship is a burdeon she understands and offers her hand and heart to me if I want it. You can tell though, that from the way she says these things, she isn't just saying them to be nice- she means every word.

Then there is Murder Mitten. I've brought up the concept to her a few times and she is actually really excited for me. I bounce ideas off of her, she offers advice on how to build up the grass roots marketing, gives me ideas for products, and is pushing me to put together a facebook\myspace and maybe even a website. Yesterday while we were waiting in lines at Cedar Point I just bounced ideas off her left and right, eventually building such a cool list of ideas and promotion plans that this might actually get off the ground. It won't be just one more thing that has gone down the drain, this is something that could actually work.

And the scary part is just how short of a time I've known her. I keep having to remind myself that we haven't really gotten to know eachother super super well yet, and that if this is how I feel about her after just this little bit of time- who knows what it's going to be like in a few months?

Life is turning around little by little every day. I finally feel like I've found the stride I had been looking for for so long. A big "Thank you," goes out to each and every person that has touched my life in the past couple of months to help me really get past all of the bricks I had put in my backpack. You are all amazing people and have each given a unique piece to the puzzle of recovery I've put together.

Listening to:
Anberlin, New Surrender
Track 8: Burn Out Brighter (Northern Lights)

Every day has a new beginning

So after a good long time of writing on my Myspace Blog I've decided to create a bit of a dedicated outlet for my various ramblings. After seeing anywhere from 800-1000 views a week for the past couple of months it just kind of makes sense. I don't know who all reads my writings, or even if anyone cares- but it seems that if anyone out there takes any kind of interest in what it is that happens in my life or what I have to say about things, than this might just be worth while.

Then beyond the simple every day shinanigans that seem to envelope my life I have several endeavours currently in the works that it would be great to keep people updated on through my blog. Most important out of all of these is my new apparel upstart- Murder Mitten Creations. After seeing some of the lackluster crafts and detroit-made clothing\accessories at a few of the local crafting shows my friend Sarah Smith and I made the decision to start designing and marketing our own line.

Things are still in the works in terms of design asthetic, general style, and vision- but we do know that we want to really put some of the best things about the Metro-Detroit scene on display- past and present.

So here, on top of my ramblings on what can only be considered the mental cost of my own common sense, you'll also catch updates and previews on design, methodology, and whatever else I can come up with- politics, religion, friendship, and love