Diagnosis: Pulmonary Embolisms.

Yesterday I learned about PAIN.

Real honest to god all you can do is moan writhe and barf pain.

It started yesterday around lunch time with a small twinge in my lower back. It has since spread out to encompass my entire upper body.

This morning at four AM I finally gave in and told Lance that we needed to go to the hospital. I got to go in an ambulance because I couldnt get in the car.

After spending 13 hours in the emergency room today and having an MRI, two CT scans (one with dye, one without), multiple blood tests, and almost 50 mg of morphine they diagnosed "Pulmonary Embolisms" (which are blood clots) and they were able to further pin point the location of the Blood Clots to my LUNGS.

Breathing is a challenge, laying down is a challenge, sitting up is a challenge, using my arms is a challenge. EVERYTHING hurts.

They sent me home with 4 needles full of morphine, 15 percocette's and a bunch of immovane to help me sleep. I am so bloody stoned I dont have a clue what I am doing....but I am still not so high that I dont feel pain. This really sucks.

I have to go to the IV clinic for at least the next 3 days where they do a blood test daily to determine how thin my blood is, they will also inject me with a blood thinner called Fragmin and they will also tell me how many pills of Kudamin I am to take.

Fragmin and Kudamin are blood thinners. Blood thinners are used to make the clots "disappear". Kudamin will work on its own but because of where the clots are located there is SEVERE risk of the clots moving to my heart and/or brain and causing an embolism that will result in death, so they are speeding up the process with the treatments of Fragmin. I will be on the Kudamin for at least six months.

All I can say at this point is THANK GOD FOR EXTENDED HEALTH BENEFITS!!! Fragmin is $200 a shot before my prescription discount. It ended up being $19.00 a shot. *ugh* Lets hope I only need a few of them. Kudamin wasnt nearly as expensive. 100 pills after my prescription discount only cost $6.00.

Im scared.

Sunday Morning After!

Today was a BUSY day.

Lance and I were up early (6 am…ugh) and we went to the gym. Then we met with our financial planner and went over all of our financial crap (ugh) and then we went to the bank and set up a joint account (ugh) and then we moved some money around and got settled into high interest (medium risk) money market mutual non-RRSP and RRSP funds. On top of the RRSP/GIC/Mutual’s I already buy into every pay day, by the time I am 55 years old …so 25 years from now… I will be worth 5 freekin MILLION!!!! OMFG!!!! And that’s if I don’t change any of my contributions…I am only putting away $250 a month. Thank you Dad (step dad, Lloyd) for “MAKING” me start “planning” for retirement when I was 16. I am now safe and secure and will be able to have a life that doesn’t revolve around work.

I made my “first” mature adult “do I really need this?!?!” decision today. Lance and I opened a joint checking account and our banker asked us “what kind of checks do you want?” and then puts down this big book of options. Well, of course I wanted the decorated ones. The ones I really wanted had puppies on them. They came with this really super cute check book holder that had puppy paws stamped across it. The price of the puppy checks versus the “ugly boring” checks was DOUBLE. Instead of getting what I wanted I settled for what I needed. Yes, there is a first time for everything folks *lol* while it might seem really mundane and quite silly to you, it was literally the first time in my life that I have weighed the options and took the “smart” route. I am still quite proud of myself. *lol*

My mom is still calling me at odd random times and singing the pull up commercial to me. You all know it…”I’m a big kid now…” …ha ha ha…*sighs*

I am almost 30 years old and I am finally starting to figure it out. I have learned the value of my credit rating, and I am thanking Christ I didn’t learn that lesson the hard way and that my rating is high enough to be able to do what I want to do with my life.

I also gave myself some shock therapy today. I have been blonde my entire life. It’s pretty…but god is it boring. I wanted something FUN so I called my girl Alana and said “babe, you’ve gotta help my hair!” and OMFG did she “HELP” my hair. I am still stunned…Lance loves it…it’s starting to grow on me. She did high lights, low lights, chemically straightened it, then after the high and low light stuff she foiled in yet more color to give it “texture and depth” (yes, that’s Alana’s definition…I didn’t know hair could have depth being that it isn’t 3-D…) here are a few pics…I’ve included a somewhat recent “before” picture as well so you can see how truly dramatic this is.

--Before--

--After (front) --

--After (back) --

After spending 3 hours with people who only wanted to talk about money, another 4 hours with Alana who kept using “depth” and “texture” in every other sentence it was REALLY great to toss on the beloved OILERS jersey and go to the game.

Lance and I drank green beer (it is St.Paddy's Day after all), cheered until we could no longer scream, clapped until our hands were raw, and had a REALLY good time. The tickets for tonight’s game were the ones that Lance won at the auction in memory of Neil that we went to last month. The Oiler’s might be out of this years playoffs (sobs hysterically) but the atmosphere in Oil Country hasn’t changed. It’s just TOO fun.

Lance has now gone to play his second hockey game of the day and I’ve finally found a few minutes to actually write a blog about what’s going on with me. It feels good to write again.

Over the past few days I’ve had a chance to re-connect with friends that have been a part of my life since the mid 1990’s. There is so much history between all of us that it’s just a nice peaceful easy feeling to be around them again. They know me. They understand me. They love me anyway. I am grateful for their presence and their reminders about where I’ve come from, the progress I have made, and how far I have yet to go. Friends like them are priceless.

This is a shout out to my girls, if by some stroke of miracle any of you ever manage to figure out how to use a 360 page and read this…Cheers! It’s the Sunday morning After! *lol* (yes, there is a story there…)

A Blurb from the song: Amanda Marshall – Sunday Morning After

I remember yelling, "Hey DJ!"

"Jack the volume, I love this song!"

(And then it all gets hazy)

And my clothes are selling on e-bay (click me)

And I don't know what I'm gonna put on

(Where were my friends to save me?)



I blacked out I came to

And it's all such a blur

Had a blast, I assume

But I'm really not sure



Exactly where I am now, baby

Wake up and tell me your name (excuse me)

'Cause this is insane!



Oh my god!

I woke up with a snake tattoo

Oh my god!

And I think that my tongue's pierced too

Oh my god! Oh my god!

It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you?

(Oh my god! Oh my god!)

*howls with laughter* to make a long story short…I didn’t wake up with a snake tattoo, but I did wake up wondering what the fuck ran me over and why I suddenly had EIGHT extra holes in my body with pieces of metal shoved through them…at least the guy was still hot the next morning without the “Rye Goggles” that I without a doubt had on the night before (‘cuz the girls don’t drink beer…nope nope, its Rye or nothing…no “beer goggles” here) *lol* god I wish I could go back in time to re-live all of those moments.

I talked to Ananda today. I needed…well…to be honest, I wasn’t sure what I needed…but my soul cried for her, so I reached out to her, and once again, she didn’t fail me. I am so lucky to have that woman in my life. I made a date with her for tomorrow. I need to spend some time in her presence. I need to re-center and just let go for a little while. I need to release some of this toxic stress I am carting around about money and decisions and everything else about life that is winding me up. Tomorrow I am going for a walk through the river valley with Ananda to listen to the birds and watch the birth of spring. There is a lesson to be learned from the seasonal changes of life.

I am so proud of myself for finally recognizing when I am hitting my stress tolerance level and being able to take charge of the situation by giving my soul some time to breathe. I know the changes I am making in my life are hugely impacting, but I also know that they are the right choices.

It’s kind of scary being an “adult”. I am planning a life and a future with someone that I love passionately, but still, 30 years is a LONG freekin time. Yes, 30 years is how long our mortgage is for. I know when I look at him that he is my forever. I have no doubts about our relationship’s ability to sustain, maintain, and grow together. But still, 30 years is a long freekin time.

(Wow…I am all over the place tonight.)

Lance actually stunned me on Friday night. We went to Karaoke with some people from work. He actually got up to sing. Before the song started, he asked me if this could please be the song we dance together for our “first” dance as a married couple. All I could was nod and cry.

The man is thinking about marriage. He’s thinking about our wedding day. He is thinking about what he wants our first dance as man and wife to say and mean. He is thinking about me. He really does truly madly deeply love me.

The song Lance sang: Keith Urban – Your Everything

The first time I looked in your eyes I knew

That I would do anything for you

The first time you touched my face I felt

Like I've never felt with anyone else



I wana give back what you've givin' to me

And I wanna witness all of your dreams

Now that you've shown me who I really am

I wanna be more then just your man



I wanna be the wind that fills your sails

And be the hand that lifts your veil

And be the moon that moves your tide

The sun coming up in your eyes

Be the wheels that never rust

And be the spark that lights you up

All that you've been dreaming of and more

So much more, I wanna be your everything...



When you wake up, I'll be the first thing you see

And when it gets dark you can reach out for me

I'll cherish your words and I'll finish your thoughts

And I'll be your compass baby, when you get lost



I wanna be the wind that fills your sails

And be the hand that lifts your veil

And be the moon that moves your tide

The sun coming up in your eyes

Be the wheels that never rust

And be the spark that lights you up

All that you've been dreaming of and more

So much more, I wanna be your everything...



Be the wheels that never rust

And be the spark that lights you up

All that you've been dreaming of and more

So much more, I wanna be your everything...

I wanna be your everything

Life is progressing. Life is changing. I am rolling with the changes and learning how to be the best ME possible.

I hope all of you are happy and healthy. I’m missin you guys.

Smooches,

Kris.

Un-Written

Unwritten

------Natasha Bedingfield



I am unwritten,

Can't read my mind

I'm undefined

I'm just beginning

The pen's in my hand

Ending unplanned



Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words

That you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhibitions



Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten ,yeah



Oh, oh



I break tradition

Sometimes my tries

Are outside the lines, oh yeah

We've been conditioned

To not make mistakes

But I can't live that way oh, oh



Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words

That you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhibitions



Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips x2 (twice)

drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten



Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words

That you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhibitions



Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins



Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

drench yourself in words unspoken

Live you life with arms wide open

Today is where you book begins

The rest is still unwritten

The rest is still unwritten

(YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!)

I heard the above song on a commercial and it just screamed to me.

Life has been very busy and stressful for me lately. Lance and I are in the process of buying a new home and a new car.

Anyone that has had the …pleasure…(insert sarcasm here) of trying to deal with the INSANE amount of paper work that comes with buying a home I know you will understand when I say OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHEN DOES IT STOP!?!?!?!??!?!

I’ve been pretty much handling all of the paper work and calls to the lawyers, mortgage broker, car dealership, banks, etc etc etc. Its starting to wear on me. I’ve got the ability at work to handle the calls and paper work, Lance doesn’t, but still…its A LOT of work to do while trying to do your normal full time job at the same time.

I am no longer really excited about the next phase in Lance’s and mine’s relationship…more I am praying for this phase to be over and freekin quickly before I end up bald and mute. The house gets appraised on Monday, so then the final process can be started. Conditions have to come off the sale on March 23^rd and the closing date is May 1^st. We’ve got SIX more bloody weeks of this. *sighs*

I am having a “poor me moment” today. I actually finally got the guts to DYE my hair for the FIRST time in my entire freekin life and my hair dresser FUCKED UP. I look like she slung mud at my head and it just got plastered on in random areas. It was supposed to be auburn. It looks like mud. It’s UGLY. She is going to re-do it tomorrow and lord help me (and her) if it looks worse than this. Thank god I can wear a ball cap to work *lol*

My dad is doing fine and was released from the hospital last week…maybe the week before…I dunno, I haven’t talked to him. I get my updates from my sister and leave it at that. He’s at home recuperating and resting so all things considered, that’s a positive.

I know I haven’t been around much and for that I am sorry. To be honest, there hasn’t been that much to read. I’ve logged onto almost everyone’s 360 pages and read everything over the past month and with the exception of a few, all I see is those ridiculous internet quizzes. They are everywhere. It’s like a plague of stupid. The quizzes have replaced actual thought and communication and instead have spawned this mindless redundant …blah…anyway… please know that if you have actually written anything, that I have most likely read it and commented on it in some way or another.

Anyway…its 8:51pm and Daylight Saving is still kicking my ass. Losing an hour really messes me up. I’m going to curl up with my puppy and my book.

For any that are looking for a new author, try reading Joanne Fluke. Her books are quick paced, entertaining, and her characters are well defined. For any Janet Evanovich or Sophie Kinsella lover out there you will LOVE Joanne Fluke.

I miss you guys. I promise I’ll be around a LOT more when all of this mortgage crap is settled…hell…I wont be able to afford to do anything else *lol*

Love to all that I adore.

Kris.

I'm Movin On

I've been in a ....weird....place for the past few weeks.

I've got so much to say and nothing manages to come out.

I heard this song today and suddenly everything in me found a voice. I sat down and cried, wailed, screamed, recomposed myself and made a plan. Time will tell if it actually works.

Sorry I havent been around much. I'll try to be here more...Much love to those I adore.

Rascall Flatts - I'm Movin' On.

I've dealt with my ghosts and faced all my demons

Finally content with a past I regret

I’ve found you find strength in your moments of weakness

For once I’m at peace with myself

I’ve been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long

I’m movin’ on



I’ve lived in this place and I know all the faces

Each one is different but they’re always the same

They mean no harm but it’s time that I face it

They’ll never allow me to change

But I never dreamed home would end up where I don’t belong

I’m movin’ on



I’m movin’ on

At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me

And I know there’s no guarentee’s, but I’m not alone

There comes a time in everyone’s life

When all you can see are the years passing by

And I have made up my mind that those days are gone



I sold what I could and packed what I couldn’t

Stopped to fill up on my way out of town

I’ve loved like I should but lived like

I shouldn’t

I had to lose everything to find out

Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road

I’m movin’ on



I’m movin’ on

I’m movin’ on

Guilt is a funny thing.

Guilt is a funny thing. It can wreak absolute havoc on a body and a mind. I am learning that the hard way this week.


In November I cut off all ties of communication with my dad (see the post on the left titled “goodbye daddy” if curious) I did manage to talk with my dad while planning my Grandpa’s funeral, but after the day of the funeral, I once again quit speaking to him.


My dad is now in the hospital hooked up to every machine available and he is not responding well to the antibiotics. The Doctor’s treating him look grimmer and grimmer as the days pass.


Friday I went to the hospital in the afternoon ~ I left work early ~ because I felt bad that no one else had gone to visit him and I wouldn’t want to spend any amount of time alone in a hospital bed than necessary…I know he is being sedated and doesn’t have a clue who’s around…but still…


I REALLY and truly TRIED to be that daughter…the daughter that is completely emotionally invested in the fact that her father is near death…the daughter that can sit beside her father, hold his hand and tell him that she loves him and things are going to be ok…the daughter that WANTS to do those things.


I just couldn’t.


I am watching my soon to be ex step mom, my mom, my sister, my dads siblings…everyone…fall apart at this and pretend that he is just this wonderful decent compassionate amazing human being and I just cant do it.


Lance has tried to convince me that feeling like this is OK and its “normal” because my father has so deeply wounded me and scarred me, though underneath it all I still do love him.


Sadly, I don’t love him.


I feel bad for him because he is a human being in pain. I don’t wish pain on anyone…but I don’t love everyone that happens to be in pain either.


If he does die from this I will have to deal with the fact that he passed away while we were fighting. Though, it really wasn’t a fight, and it was a conscious decision on my part to remove myself from him. I needed to in order to save myself.


I am torn and struggling.


My family is making very ridiculous demands of me. My soon to be ex step mom called this morning and asked if I was going to the hospital, I flat out told her NO. she proceeded to call me EIGHT bloody times and when all calls went unanswered (god bless call display) she then SHOWED UP AT MY HOUSE to attempt to manipulate me into going to the hospital.


Needless to say, I haven’t gone anywhere today and my soon to be ex step mom is pissed right off at me now.


It seems so fake to me. The people my father has abused the most are all the ones acting hysteric over him. I don’t think their motives are sincere. The soon to be ex step mom stands to win A LOT financially because the divorce isn’t finalized so she’s making a good show of things…my mom is trying to support her two kids that she had with the man in the hospital…my sister is still so desperate to have his approval that I think she feels that she HAS to be there every waking second in order for him to finally love her…am I wrong in just refusing to play the game?


Guilt is a funny thing.

Waving the White Flag

I am officially waving the white flag. I cannot process or take in anymore emotional stimuli. I am done.


It has NOT been a good 365 days for me.

For anyone that is keeping score, in 365 days, I have:

(1) Lost my 5 dearest friends on the planet

(2) Been through an extreme therapy program

(3) Watched my sister suffer with being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis

(4) My Grandpa passed away

(5) I had yet another knee surgery

And just to add the icing on the cake,

(6) Today my dad was diagnosed with Bacterial Meningitis.


My father was found at work this morning at 6:45am unconscious, face down on the floor, completely unresponsive to all stimuli and he was unable to speak. He was rushed from work in an ambulance to an ER where they were able to revive him to consciousness and diagnose Bacterial Meningitis.


When I got to work this morning at 7:40am my management team was waiting for me, and as soon as I got off the elevator on the 20th floor and scanned my security card, they all but smothered me. My Boss told me what he knew at that point ~which wasn’t much ~ and advised me to go to the 10th floor and talk to Security to obtain more information. My management team came with me down to the 10th floor and they were asking all the questions my brain was to numb to vocalize.


I did manage to ask one question. I asked when the last time my dad’s security card had been used. The woman in security looked it up and told me 5:40pm LAST NIGHT. My dad could have potentially laid there unconscious for over 12 hours.


The woman in security gave me the cell phone number of one of the paramedics that was taking my dad to the hospital so I called him. He told me what he knew and where my dad was taken and at that point I left work and went to the hospital.


oO(and this is where it gets …umm…creatively described…if you have any issues with profanity, you can stop reading here.)


When I got to the hospital imagine my surprise when I met my father’s latest young bimbo ~oh right…”girlfriend”~ demanding to be made power of attorney and to be informed of any and all medical decisions.


The nurse at the triage desk gave this twatwaffle my father’s wallet, truck/house keys, watch ~ basically all personal belongings ~ and when I found this out and asked for my dad’s belongings to be given to me this little skank says “NO! I’m the one he wants in his life, you can just fuck off, and if you think you’re gonna get them from me you just better call the cops to let them try”


Do the words OH FUCK NO sound about right? *smiles sweetly*


I REALLY tried to be magnanimous with this TWENTY year old fuckwit who has found her “dream job” at the engravable / key cutter shop at one of our local malls. I REALLY tried to acknowledge that she was in my father’s life and that she obviously cares about him, but for her to pitch a COMPLETE fit when the ER Doctor was explaining to me what tests they had run, why they had run them, what they are looking for, what the results were etc. and demand that NO information be released without her WRITTEN consent was just a little more than I was willing to tolerate at that point.


I flat out asked the doctor, right in front of her, who was LEGALLY allowed to make decisions on my father’s behalf and he explained that it would be his wife, then biological children, then any siblings… and on down the line it went…nowhere in the Doctor’s explanation did it include a sugar daddy seeking whore ~oh right “girlfriend”~ who has only been a part of his life for SIX FUCKING WEEKS.


At that point I asked her again (and yes, the way I said it was quite bitchy) for my father’s personal belongings and that was when she literally attacked me. Well…I wish I could say that I was the bigger person and that I didn’t react…but…well…I can’t.


Know your fucking place bitch were the exact words out of my mouth before I knocked her unconscious and broke her nose *smiles sweetly* and yes, while she was out cold I did get my hands on my fathers possessions…as well as my dad’s AMEX Platinum credit card that somehow magically left my dad’s wallet and ended up loose in her purse.


This just reinforces my knowledge that your initial impression and gut instinct about people is never that far off from fact. I can’t even imagine the chaos this skank could’ve caused with that credit card. Jesus.


When the little bitch came to she was informed that the family would not be pressing charges but if she continued to make her presence known at the hospital we would be. I don’t have the tolerance, patience, or ability to give a fuck about this stupid little girl. Let her go meet her next victim in the food court on her next break from work.


The absolute best part is when she sent her best friend into the ER about 2 hours after she had been “escorted off hospital property” (sans handcuffs) and I knew her. I have known Tammy~ the best friend~ since high school. Tammy learned the hard way in grade 10 what happens when I feel cornered and threatened. *smiles sweetly* as soon as Tammy saw me all she said was “oh crap…I’m sorry about your dad…I’ll tell her to leave your family alone” and promptly left. *smirks*


Anyway…that was the drama…and now for the rest of it…


My dad has been admitted to the ICU and the Doctors are hopeful that this strain of Bacterial Meningitis will not be fatal, but at this point they are not sure how much damage was done to my dad’s internal organs. Time will tell that story. The Doctor’s are hopeful that once the swelling on the lining of my dad’s brain reduces that my dad will regain the ability to speak. I really want to know what he was doing scanning in at work at 5:40pm last night.


For any that don’t really know what meningitis is…here is the simplest description I could find.

Meningitis is an infection of the fluid in the spinal cord and the fluid that surrounds the brain. Meningitis is usually caused by an infection with a virus or a bacterium. Knowing whether meningitis is caused by a virus or a bacterium is important because of differences in the seriousness of the illness and the treatment needed.

VIRAL MENINGITIS is usually relatively mild. It clears up within a week or two without specific treatment. Viral meningitis is also called aseptic meningitis.

BACTERIAL MENINGITIS is much more serious. It can cause severe disease that can result in brain damage and even death.

I am so officially done with any thing else that requires emotional availability. I am so tired of having to be the one that my family leans on and relies on to be “the strong one”.

When do I get to break dammit?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Can Anyone Make This Make Sense?

Ok, as a foreword, I am not catholic.

The Pope says that jihad violence is against God's nature, and officials fear that in response, Muslims enraged by this insult will commit... jihad violence.

A. Muslims murder 3,000 innocents in New York and...expect no criticism.

B. Muslims murder 202 tourists in Bali and...expect no criticism.

C. Muslims murder 333 schoolchildren and their teachers in Beslan and...expect no criticism.

D. Muslims murder 292 innocents, mainly Kenyans and Tanzanians at two US Embassies...and expect no criticism.

E. Muslims murder 241 US and 58 French peacekeepers in Beirut and...expect no criticism.

F. Muslims fire 4,000 Katyusha rockets into Northern Israel killing over 50 innocent civilians and...expect no criticism.

G. Muslims murder 52 in London and 191 in Madrid and...expect no criticism.

H. Muslims murder 200 in Mumbai and...expect no criticism.

I. Muslims behead Western hostages in Iraq, Buddhist monks in Thailand and Christian schoolgirl s in Indonesia and...expect no criticism.

J. Muslims murder 500,000 in Darfur and...expect no criticism.

K. Muslims regard Jews as 'sons of pigs and monkeys', and vow to nuke Israel and...expect no criticism.

L. Muslims force women to wear hideous sacks, stone to death women for getting raped and for leaving the home unescorted, engage in honor killings of sisters and daughters for unapproved dating, and...expect no criticism.

M. Muslims danced in the streets and handed out sweets to their kids to celebrate the 9/11 atrocity, and...still expected no criticism.

N. Since 9/11 Muslims have killed over 26,000 and wounded over 50,000 in terrorist attacks worldwide since 9/11 and...expect no criticism.

Since 9/11 Muslims have committed terrorist attacks in Afghanistan, Algeria, Bangladesh, Belgium, Chad, Chechnya, Dagestan, Denmark, East Timor, Egypt, England, Eritrea, Ethiopia, France, Germany, India, Indonesia, Ingushetia, Iran, Iraq, Israel, Jordan, Jordan-Iraq, Kabardino-Balkans, Kenya, Kosovo, Kuwait, Kyrgyzstan, Lebanon, Mauritania, Morocco, Netherlands, Nigeria, Pakistan, Gaza-Palestinian Authority, Philippines, Qatar, Russia, Saudi Arabia, Scotland, Somalia, Spain, Sri Lanka, Sudan , Syria , Tajikistan, Thailand, Tunisia, Turkey , United
Arab Emirates, United Arab Republic, United States, Uzbekistan and Yemen, and...STILL expect no criticism.

Muslims have carried out over 5,800 fatal terrorist atrocities since 9/11 and countless thousands since Islamic conquest began in 623 AD and expect no criticism.

But if a Pope dares to tell the truth about Islam or Danes publish cartoons about Mohammed, and then let the outpourings of Islamic hate and outrage begin.

And, by some twisted reach of logic, the arrogant bastards demand the Pope issue an apology.