I'm voting for this guy, if I can.
WTF? Pieces of shit.
This is bullshit. From what I could see and hear, he did not seem aggressive. Nor did he require to be tasered AGAIN and dragged along the ground when he was already on the end of a catch pole.
Extreme animal testing - not excused just because it's the military.
So I was still having random pains on Thursday, but I'd started what I thought was my period. The nurse finally called me back, and we determined that what was going on was normal, and should continue to get better. She'd asked if I could come in just so my doctor could make sure. I would have, but I planned to leave early to go to the chiropractor to get another adjustment. My upper back was still jacked up. Yeah, I never made it there. More on that in a minute.
Here's my theory on the pain since my procedure - it was worse than normal due to the spasming during, as well as the fact that I've never given birth and had to be dilated. I started to feel a little better, then started having pains again. I think this is when PMS and all that's involved with that started up (including menstrual blood, cramping, indigestion, lower pain tolerance, etc.). It seems that as soon as I started my period, I started to feel better. That has continued since...Thursday? I haven't taken ibuprofen since then, anyway.
I also seemed to start my period earlier than normal, which would have been on Saturday, the day I would start a new pack of pills, and then it would end. Not this time. I started I think Wednesday night or Thursday. It's been heavier than it has been in years, or at least since I've been on Y@smin or Y@z. I took my first pill Saturday night, and it has continued. It seems to be finishing up now, without getting too graphic about it. But again, I actually feel good. Finally. I think Friday was the first day I could say that. I actually cleaned the shower, something I hadn't felt like doing, since it is quite a job.
Thursday afternoon - I left a little early to get to my chiropractor's office before he left for the day (week). I went 20W instead of 75 because it was a better way to his office. I got to right before 285N, and the car started acting strangely. It was almost like it was flooded, but I wasn't sure a fuel injected engine could be. It would rev, then sputter when I hit the gas. It would not accelerate, then it cut off. Bah. I was in the second left lane. Luckily I hit a lull in traffic and had been going fast enough to coats to the right shoulder. (Expect for that one asshole going too slowly right beside me. Hello! I had my hazards on almost immediately, too.) I called Jeff immediately, after determining that I still had power, but the car would crank but not stay running. He had me try it a few more times, holding the gas. No dice. He decided to send a tow truck from the company they usually use for customers. I could have called a HERO unit, but they would only get me off of the highway.
Luckily I didn't wait that long, maybe 30-45 minutes total. The tow truck driver called right after I got off the phone with Jeff to determine where I was, and where he'd have to turn around. I couldn't remember the exit I'd just passed (Holmes). But he found me, and started to load the car as I got into his air conditioned truck. I sat in my car with the windows almost all the way up because I am paranoid. And I've heard that you should stay in your car in that situation. It was 93 degrees. And I was cramping.
The guy was VERY talkative. He ended up telling me I should write a book for having stayed married for so long. He'd been married 4 times. Blah blah blah. We came through Mabl3ton and Aust3ll. Near where we used to live, there was a store called Nana's Liquor. That cracked me up.
So we get to his shop around 4:30(?). Since he was working, I took his truck home so I could change clothes and do my chores (and take a pill). Went to pick him up at 6:30. He determined that it was the mass air flow censor, and we went home.
On Friday, he got the part for $83, though he was told $140 Thursday night. Woo! We also were not charged for the tow. The owner said that since he gets so much business from Jeff's boss, and it was our personal car, he would return the favor. Wow. No telling how much that would have been.
On Saturday, I took Buzz to the vet, since I'd missed his Friday appointment. (Jeff didn't want to drive the old truck to his dental appointment and work. It doesn't have A/C, and is hard to drive in general. He will probably sell it soon.) His blood sugar was back up to 365. The vet thought this might just be an anomaly, given his previous progress, so he said to keep the same dose and bring him back in a week. Maybe he got some food that I didn't see on the floor? Maybe the little bit of cheaper food I give him (he seems to like it better) mixed with the other caused it? I've been doing that for a while, though. But now I have to take 4 cats in at once - Buzz, Thea (recheck urine for signs of renal issues), and Smokey and Lucy (the Terrorists) for their yearly shots. I'll have to get Jeff to help me catch them that morning. Eek.
We went to get my car from his shop, I ran a couple errands, then not much else. I had thought about going to class, but decided that it was not the right place to get back into it after 2 weeks of nothing. That class is rough. I had one of those skull crushing headaches, too, that was only eased slightly from the night before. Another lovely gift of my period. Stupid hormones. I took some Ex3drin and laid down, watching a movie and napping until we went to the store. Whoopdeedoo.
I actually got all of my chores done on Sunday, and then some. Since it is one of our water days (based on the restrictions/address), and my car was FILTHY, I stayed up after feeding the cats and injecting Buzz. Got the thing washed and dried just as the sun came over the trees, luckily. It would have been too hot after that. Cleaned the inside, the grass all over my floor mat, the film on the windshield, and now I can see through it! And my wheels were BLACK. I need to tell Jeff that the new wheel cleaner's claim that it can be sprayed and rinsed is BS. Of course, this was months of grime. What did he do with the good stuff?
So of course it rained this week.
My sister had her baby Sunday night. She's excited about more free money. Yeah. And based on her treatment of her mom, I'm glad I'm avoiding her. She puts up with a lot to see her grandson, but I will not. I was worried she'd ask me to go with her to see them, but she didn't. I have no interest in seeing the baby or my sister. She did message me on FB to ask what I thought of the pics she posted. I just said, Yeah, I have no interest in babies. Glad they're ok, though.
And we've been invited to Jeff's niece's baby's first birthday party, only because his mom wants to see us while she's in town. Blegh. He wants to go. I emailed my SIL, and she said as far as she knew, only one other kid would be there, the toddler of a friend of his niece. She said whatever I decide is ok, and that "retreat is always an option." Hmmm.
I left work around 3:45 on Monday and got to Leigh's around 4:15. She arrived right after I did. We changed, harassed Miles, then went to dinner at Cafe Sunf1ower. I ordered some stir fry dish that I must remember never to order again. Blegh. She gave me half of her veggie burger, though, and there was cake. Of course.
We got to Chasta!n a little early, though we went to one of the back lots after some confusion. Not much traffic on that side. It almost felt like we were in the wrong place, what with the people with badges and the tour bus. We went to the bathroom (might as well), got waters, and sat down. Luckily we didn't have to leave our seats again. Well, except to be able to see because of the ENTIRE ROW in front of us standing. Bah. I should have gone for the orchestra seats, which would have been elevated a bit. Oh well. The show was excellent, otherwise, except for some song choice disappointment.
I meant to go to class last night, but again decided I wasn't up to it. Then I meant to get on the treadmill, and procrastinated until it was too late. FAIL. Maybe Stacey will be working out tonight.
I did take 4 cats to the vet this morning. Does that count? Yeah. Had to have Jeff help me catch the terrorists. Lucy was the most difficult. He caught her, then she shot out of the carrier before I had it all the way closed. Anyway. She and Smokey just needed their yearly stuff. Buzz's blood sugar was back into acceptable range (176), so he's off the hook for 3 weeks. Thea's urine did have some protein in it again, but not enough to worry about, so they said. OK.
A lady was there with her cat, and I think she had to have him put to sleep. So sad. I heard something about paralysis, but I don't know what happened. I empathize. A LOT.
Gotta go get more emergency intervention with the zit that will not go away. It's been over two weeks, and over a week since the zapping. I have another on my chin, but I think it will go away on its own. I hope. I also hope that this is not a sign of things to come in October. Bah.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
When will I learn not to search the interwebs and freak myself out?
I made the mistake of not taking the ibuprofen at the 8 hour interval Thursday night because I felt better. I woke up Friday in a bit of pain, sort of doubled over as I fed the cats, scooped the litter box (just the most used), and gave Buzz his insulin. I ate a few (store brand) fig bars in order to take the ibuprofen, then went and attempted to work. Yeah. I squirmed in my seat for nearly an hour waiting for the pain to subside, then went to lie down. About 20 'til 11:00, I got up and worked a little bit longer, until 12:30 (my normal end time on Fridays). Yeah, didn't get much done. Oh well.
I kept up with my pain meds for the rest of the weekend, until Sunday. I had some random pains, but luckily it was getting better. I was even ok to get my massage (finally) on Friday afternoon. Sooo nice. She even put a moist heat pad across my abdomen to help with the cramping, and it did help! I can't believe I didn't think of doing this sooner. She says the regular heating pads "aren't that good" and can burn nerve endings. I don't know about that, but hers surely helped. I found them online for around $60, depending on size, but I'm not sure if it's worth it. But then, who knows how my periods will be once I can stop taking birth control pills? Right now, I barely have a cramp. Just zits.
Speaking of, damn, I'm too old for this shit. I've had a toomah on my forehead for over a week now. I'd had them under my lower lip and between my eyes before, but this one is MUCH more noticeable. Like a beacon. Here I am! So I did well for a week, but broke down Sunday night and picked at it. I didn't make it much worse, but I probably delayed the healing process. I emailed my esthetician to see what she thought, and if zapping it with a laser would help at all. This makes me afraid of what will happen w/o pills. And I'm fucking 35 years old, DAMN. (I stopped by Tuesday for a (free!) zappin'. Woo! It's already getting smaller.)
So Saturday afternoon we went to run some errands. We went to H@rbor Fr3ight, which involves Jeff going up and down every aisle. He does this partially because things aren't always arranged logically there, and partly so he can see everything, and anything he might want or need that he has forgotten. Yeah. This made me very tired. I hate not being 100%. And no, no classes that morning. They were closed, anyway, even if I had been up to going.
I felt mostly better Sunday, so I slacked on the pills. I got all but one of my chores done, watched a couple movies, etc. Same ol' shit.
I felt ok Monday, except for some random cramping. I skipped class, and ended up taking another pain pill that night. I'm not sure if it's residual from last week, IBS-like stuff (doubtful), or because my period is coming up this weekend. Who knows?
I was having weird pains on my right side, and sort of in the crease of the leg. I'm not sure which side they had trouble with, but I sure as hell freaked myself out looking online. Bah. I left a message with my doctor's office. And sometimes it's just fine. And sometimes it's like period cramping (more so than the cramping after the procedure), but I hadn't taken my first placebo yet (not until Tuesday evening). And I don't normally have cramping until the day I'm to start a new pack (Saturday). Hmmm.
Leigh and I are going to see Tori Amos for the tenth time on Monday night. I'm excited! Her set lists are looking really good so far. Yes, I keep up with that kind of thing. I realized that there may be a problem, though. It makes more sense for me to go from work to her house, since she is closer to town, etc. But I have Buzz to consider. Shit. Should I drive all the way home, give him his meal and insulin earlier than normal, then rush to Leigh's? Will Jeff be willing to give him a shot? (Not holding my breath, but I'm going to ask.) Will it risk his health to skip a dose? I talked to the vet's office, and they suggested letting Jeff feed him at his normal time, then giving him a snack and half dosage when I get home, which could be around midnight or so. OK. That's a better option than driving from one side of town to the other during rush hour.
I feel trapped. I hope Jeff can do this, if not now, then eventually. What if I can't get home? What if I'm sick or recovering from surgery or something? (Hello, bunions.) The last week certainly made me think about these things.
I woke up this morning around 2am, right when the pill I took last night would have worn off, with pains. Then was in pain this morning as well. It's weird. I can feel just fine for a few hours, then have cramping and weird pains when I stand up or sit down. I think I won't panic just yet. (Right, too late.) The doctor's office hasn't called me back yet. I'll just take the ibuprofen. There must have been a reason she gave me 30, plus a refill.
I kept up with my pain meds for the rest of the weekend, until Sunday. I had some random pains, but luckily it was getting better. I was even ok to get my massage (finally) on Friday afternoon. Sooo nice. She even put a moist heat pad across my abdomen to help with the cramping, and it did help! I can't believe I didn't think of doing this sooner. She says the regular heating pads "aren't that good" and can burn nerve endings. I don't know about that, but hers surely helped. I found them online for around $60, depending on size, but I'm not sure if it's worth it. But then, who knows how my periods will be once I can stop taking birth control pills? Right now, I barely have a cramp. Just zits.
Speaking of, damn, I'm too old for this shit. I've had a toomah on my forehead for over a week now. I'd had them under my lower lip and between my eyes before, but this one is MUCH more noticeable. Like a beacon. Here I am! So I did well for a week, but broke down Sunday night and picked at it. I didn't make it much worse, but I probably delayed the healing process. I emailed my esthetician to see what she thought, and if zapping it with a laser would help at all. This makes me afraid of what will happen w/o pills. And I'm fucking 35 years old, DAMN. (I stopped by Tuesday for a (free!) zappin'. Woo! It's already getting smaller.)
So Saturday afternoon we went to run some errands. We went to H@rbor Fr3ight, which involves Jeff going up and down every aisle. He does this partially because things aren't always arranged logically there, and partly so he can see everything, and anything he might want or need that he has forgotten. Yeah. This made me very tired. I hate not being 100%. And no, no classes that morning. They were closed, anyway, even if I had been up to going.
I felt mostly better Sunday, so I slacked on the pills. I got all but one of my chores done, watched a couple movies, etc. Same ol' shit.
I felt ok Monday, except for some random cramping. I skipped class, and ended up taking another pain pill that night. I'm not sure if it's residual from last week, IBS-like stuff (doubtful), or because my period is coming up this weekend. Who knows?
I was having weird pains on my right side, and sort of in the crease of the leg. I'm not sure which side they had trouble with, but I sure as hell freaked myself out looking online. Bah. I left a message with my doctor's office. And sometimes it's just fine. And sometimes it's like period cramping (more so than the cramping after the procedure), but I hadn't taken my first placebo yet (not until Tuesday evening). And I don't normally have cramping until the day I'm to start a new pack (Saturday). Hmmm.
Leigh and I are going to see Tori Amos for the tenth time on Monday night. I'm excited! Her set lists are looking really good so far. Yes, I keep up with that kind of thing. I realized that there may be a problem, though. It makes more sense for me to go from work to her house, since she is closer to town, etc. But I have Buzz to consider. Shit. Should I drive all the way home, give him his meal and insulin earlier than normal, then rush to Leigh's? Will Jeff be willing to give him a shot? (Not holding my breath, but I'm going to ask.) Will it risk his health to skip a dose? I talked to the vet's office, and they suggested letting Jeff feed him at his normal time, then giving him a snack and half dosage when I get home, which could be around midnight or so. OK. That's a better option than driving from one side of town to the other during rush hour.
I feel trapped. I hope Jeff can do this, if not now, then eventually. What if I can't get home? What if I'm sick or recovering from surgery or something? (Hello, bunions.) The last week certainly made me think about these things.
I woke up this morning around 2am, right when the pill I took last night would have worn off, with pains. Then was in pain this morning as well. It's weird. I can feel just fine for a few hours, then have cramping and weird pains when I stand up or sit down. I think I won't panic just yet. (Right, too late.) The doctor's office hasn't called me back yet. I'll just take the ibuprofen. There must have been a reason she gave me 30, plus a refill.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I am NOT a sissy
Pieces of shit:
future serial killer/criminal/psychopath
I went to class on Wednesday because I never heard from Stacey, so no meeting at the new gym. And again on Thursday. I'm not sure where all the females are, besides Kay, who is on a cruise (must be nice), but I was the only female in there for level 2. Again. As everyone was getting ready for mitt work, I said, "Alright, are y'all gonna draw straws, or what?" But as Stacey pointed out later, we're better than them in some cases. I ended up with a guy who is still getting the hang of mitt work. It's harder than it looks, and depends on the timing of both you and your partner. It's fun, though.
I ended up skipping the sparring part at the end. I didn't want to end up with Lloyd or James, who suck as partners, and don't have good control. Well, Lloyd's getting better, but still.
On Friday, I took Buzz to the vet. His blood sugar is back down to 111. I am to take him back in 2 weeks, and keep the dosage at 8/8. I hope he feels better. He actually hid that morning, and he usually doesn't do that. I guess he's damn tired of going to the vet nearly every week. That makes two of us.
My massage therapist called to tell me she would be getting home later than expected, so she'd call me when she was on her way. Then she called later, and canceled. Again. This is twice in two weeks. I realize she probably makes more money from other clients, but damn. I had even written her a check with a hefty tip (since I don't always tip, as I pay the total for a series of 5 sessions in chunks). So, I'm rescheduled for this Friday. She asked about Saturday morning or Monday afternoon, but I declined. Didn't want to miss my classes, since I knew I'd miss Wednesday as it was.
I texted Stacey, and met her to work out. We always have a lot of laughs, along with getting a good workout. The equipment isn't that great, but the place was closed, so that's good.
I avoided two calls from Barb on Saturday, once before I'd gotten up (well, I did answer that one, sleepily), and one while I was at class. She was at Allan's having a yard sale. What? I'm not going over there. I still need to call her back, as she's probably pissy that I didn't return her call. WhatEVER.
Class was fun, but of course I jacked up my shoulder/back to the point of it hurting to turn my head. I laid with an ice pack under it, and that helped. It felt better the next day, but still a bit of a twinge depending on how I moved. I'll be seeing the chiropractor and the massage therapist (hopefully) this week.
The doctor's office called and said I'd be given whatever meds when I get there Wednesday afternoon. I need to ask about working out (especially with what I do), sex, when to get the follow up test, how to handle my refills until then, etc.
So yeah. It's done. Beth picked me up, and we got there right at 2:00. My doctor took me back and had me initial several lines and sign a consent form. She let me ask questions, etc. Working out should be done only by common sense, and how I feel. I stressed how strenuous my classes are, and she said, maybe this weekend, but "you won't hurt anything." I did forget to ask about sex. I'll google it, but call tomorrow if I can't find anything.
They gave me a val!um (10 mg), and a shot in my hip. I went back out to sit in the waiting room with Beth. About 45 minutes later, they called me back. There was my doctor, two nurses to assist, and an Essur3 expert to supervise and help with any issues. (My doctor only started this procedure in the past 6 months, though she is certified. I guess in the beginning they have someone there to assist.)
I got on the table, and the speculum went in, not to come out until the end. They pulled out this huge needle to numb my cervix. Ouch. That's where the pain started. They gave that a few minutes to take effect. Then they came back and discovered that they needed to dilate me since I've never given birth. I'm not sure what they did, but it hurt like hell. I think they used some sort of tool. They then flooded me with water (and gas?) in order to expand my uterus to see the entrances to the fallopian tubes. There was a scope so they could see where they were and where to insert. I didn't see this. They got the first one in, and by that time, I was drenched in sweat and in severe pain. I was fidgeting, twitching, moaning, begging them to hurry. The second entrance was spasming or something, so they had trouble inserting. I'm not sure if my pain level, the fact that I'd never given birth, or what was the problem. Beth saw the expert rush out to his car to get a new implant when one was bent or something. I think I freaked everyone out. One of the nurses later said maybe they should double the dosage of val!um.
Really, I'm not a sissy. Yes, the biopsies and cryotherapy were painful and uncomfortable, respectively, but I had nowhere near as bad a reaction to those. I don't understand.
So once I cooled down and the cramping subsided enough to sit up, I got dressed. they took my blood pressure "because of your reaction," and it was good. Beth took me to my drug store to get the 800mg M0trin prescription filled, and it was not pleasant to walk to the back of the store and wait. She offered to go in, but I wasn't sure how much it would be with my new insurance. If it was more than the $10 copay, I would just get the OTC stuff and take 4. I got home and ate a little bit, took a M0trin, and napped for about an hour. I felt better then.
I had shooting pains and cramps throughout the evening, and made the mistake of leaning against the counter while washing dishes after dinner. I went to bed early, but woke up at 2am in pain. Eight hours on the dot! I ate a couple fig newtons and took another pill. Not much sleep. I couldn't get comfortable.
I woke up an hour after hitting snooze. Though I still had until 10:00 for the next pill, I was not feeling good. I fed the cats, gave Buzz his injection, and called into work. I couldn't imagine having to sit upright all day and not being in pain. My boss emailed me later to tell me I could go ahead and telework tomorrow, even though some frown on that after taking leave. It's at his discretion, though.
I was still quite a bit uncomfortable most of the day today. Jeff checked on me in the bedroom before going back to work at lunch time. I then got up to eat my lunch, and realized I needed to get my allergy shots today. Dammit. I was starting to feel better, though, so I left around 2:30. I even went to 0ld Navy to get a couple tank tops, since they were completely out the last time I went, got a couple things at Target, and went to the allergy doctor's. Of course, annoying kids everywhere. I then went by the cell phone place since it was on the way home to see if they had one of the phones I think Jeff should get, since they seem to be quite sturdy. Nope. And they didn't have the X3non in black, either. Online only. Hmmm. We'll probably have to get both online, then go to a store to get updated SIM cards. I hope he can pick one without seeing it in person. I know I wouldn't want to.
Anyway. The pain will be worth it. Right? They're supposed to schedule a follow up confirmation test in 3 months.
I hope I'm ok to get my massage tomorrow. I better be. My back is still jacked up, despite the adjustment yesterday morning.
More later.
future serial killer/criminal/psychopath
"The connection between animal cruelty and human violence is well documented. Studies show a correlation between animal cruelty and all manner of other crimes, from narcotics and firearms violations to battery and sexual assault," a statement issued by the Humane Society Monday says.dirty vet
I went to class on Wednesday because I never heard from Stacey, so no meeting at the new gym. And again on Thursday. I'm not sure where all the females are, besides Kay, who is on a cruise (must be nice), but I was the only female in there for level 2. Again. As everyone was getting ready for mitt work, I said, "Alright, are y'all gonna draw straws, or what?" But as Stacey pointed out later, we're better than them in some cases. I ended up with a guy who is still getting the hang of mitt work. It's harder than it looks, and depends on the timing of both you and your partner. It's fun, though.
I ended up skipping the sparring part at the end. I didn't want to end up with Lloyd or James, who suck as partners, and don't have good control. Well, Lloyd's getting better, but still.
On Friday, I took Buzz to the vet. His blood sugar is back down to 111. I am to take him back in 2 weeks, and keep the dosage at 8/8. I hope he feels better. He actually hid that morning, and he usually doesn't do that. I guess he's damn tired of going to the vet nearly every week. That makes two of us.
My massage therapist called to tell me she would be getting home later than expected, so she'd call me when she was on her way. Then she called later, and canceled. Again. This is twice in two weeks. I realize she probably makes more money from other clients, but damn. I had even written her a check with a hefty tip (since I don't always tip, as I pay the total for a series of 5 sessions in chunks). So, I'm rescheduled for this Friday. She asked about Saturday morning or Monday afternoon, but I declined. Didn't want to miss my classes, since I knew I'd miss Wednesday as it was.
I texted Stacey, and met her to work out. We always have a lot of laughs, along with getting a good workout. The equipment isn't that great, but the place was closed, so that's good.
I avoided two calls from Barb on Saturday, once before I'd gotten up (well, I did answer that one, sleepily), and one while I was at class. She was at Allan's having a yard sale. What? I'm not going over there. I still need to call her back, as she's probably pissy that I didn't return her call. WhatEVER.
Class was fun, but of course I jacked up my shoulder/back to the point of it hurting to turn my head. I laid with an ice pack under it, and that helped. It felt better the next day, but still a bit of a twinge depending on how I moved. I'll be seeing the chiropractor and the massage therapist (hopefully) this week.
The doctor's office called and said I'd be given whatever meds when I get there Wednesday afternoon. I need to ask about working out (especially with what I do), sex, when to get the follow up test, how to handle my refills until then, etc.
So yeah. It's done. Beth picked me up, and we got there right at 2:00. My doctor took me back and had me initial several lines and sign a consent form. She let me ask questions, etc. Working out should be done only by common sense, and how I feel. I stressed how strenuous my classes are, and she said, maybe this weekend, but "you won't hurt anything." I did forget to ask about sex. I'll google it, but call tomorrow if I can't find anything.
They gave me a val!um (10 mg), and a shot in my hip. I went back out to sit in the waiting room with Beth. About 45 minutes later, they called me back. There was my doctor, two nurses to assist, and an Essur3 expert to supervise and help with any issues. (My doctor only started this procedure in the past 6 months, though she is certified. I guess in the beginning they have someone there to assist.)
I got on the table, and the speculum went in, not to come out until the end. They pulled out this huge needle to numb my cervix. Ouch. That's where the pain started. They gave that a few minutes to take effect. Then they came back and discovered that they needed to dilate me since I've never given birth. I'm not sure what they did, but it hurt like hell. I think they used some sort of tool. They then flooded me with water (and gas?) in order to expand my uterus to see the entrances to the fallopian tubes. There was a scope so they could see where they were and where to insert. I didn't see this. They got the first one in, and by that time, I was drenched in sweat and in severe pain. I was fidgeting, twitching, moaning, begging them to hurry. The second entrance was spasming or something, so they had trouble inserting. I'm not sure if my pain level, the fact that I'd never given birth, or what was the problem. Beth saw the expert rush out to his car to get a new implant when one was bent or something. I think I freaked everyone out. One of the nurses later said maybe they should double the dosage of val!um.
Really, I'm not a sissy. Yes, the biopsies and cryotherapy were painful and uncomfortable, respectively, but I had nowhere near as bad a reaction to those. I don't understand.
So once I cooled down and the cramping subsided enough to sit up, I got dressed. they took my blood pressure "because of your reaction," and it was good. Beth took me to my drug store to get the 800mg M0trin prescription filled, and it was not pleasant to walk to the back of the store and wait. She offered to go in, but I wasn't sure how much it would be with my new insurance. If it was more than the $10 copay, I would just get the OTC stuff and take 4. I got home and ate a little bit, took a M0trin, and napped for about an hour. I felt better then.
I had shooting pains and cramps throughout the evening, and made the mistake of leaning against the counter while washing dishes after dinner. I went to bed early, but woke up at 2am in pain. Eight hours on the dot! I ate a couple fig newtons and took another pill. Not much sleep. I couldn't get comfortable.
I woke up an hour after hitting snooze. Though I still had until 10:00 for the next pill, I was not feeling good. I fed the cats, gave Buzz his injection, and called into work. I couldn't imagine having to sit upright all day and not being in pain. My boss emailed me later to tell me I could go ahead and telework tomorrow, even though some frown on that after taking leave. It's at his discretion, though.
I was still quite a bit uncomfortable most of the day today. Jeff checked on me in the bedroom before going back to work at lunch time. I then got up to eat my lunch, and realized I needed to get my allergy shots today. Dammit. I was starting to feel better, though, so I left around 2:30. I even went to 0ld Navy to get a couple tank tops, since they were completely out the last time I went, got a couple things at Target, and went to the allergy doctor's. Of course, annoying kids everywhere. I then went by the cell phone place since it was on the way home to see if they had one of the phones I think Jeff should get, since they seem to be quite sturdy. Nope. And they didn't have the X3non in black, either. Online only. Hmmm. We'll probably have to get both online, then go to a store to get updated SIM cards. I hope he can pick one without seeing it in person. I know I wouldn't want to.
Anyway. The pain will be worth it. Right? They're supposed to schedule a follow up confirmation test in 3 months.
I hope I'm ok to get my massage tomorrow. I better be. My back is still jacked up, despite the adjustment yesterday morning.
More later.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
fat cats and fanny packs
Worked at home Wednesday, and that was my Friday. Woo! I got pissed at myself again. First, that episode of The Closer last week, now Robyn has lost one of hers I've never met this woman in real life (though we've emailed briefly), but I cried. Dammit. She also has about 10 cats, and knows that despite that, the loss is evident. And so sudden!
Did a really hard workout with Stacey on Wednesday afternoon. We did mitt work, kicks, punches, knees...and apparently entertained Derek and the two guys there working out. Luckily there weren't many people there, or the other female trainer who seems to be a hater.
Talked guns with Derek. He may be interested in buying my 9mm. Not sure what I'd replace it with, or what to sell the other one for yet. Hopefully enough to buy another.
Spent Thursday catching up on DVR recordings. Exciting, no?
Did both classes on Thursday night. The first one kind of sucked because I ended up with a new person. Yeah, I know we all start there, but damn. She knew NOTHING, and Jack didn't seem to pay her any attention. I tried to teach her the stance, how to punch, kick, footwork, how to hold the pad...it was too much. Which made me not get much of a workout, and my patience is finite.
Jeff was also off on Friday. I took Buzz, George, and Bobby Hill to the vet that morning. G & BH weigh 21 lbs. Yeah. We discussed how I keep them away from food other than at feeding times, can't get them to play with toys or a laser light, and the fact that they can't clean their butts. So the vet shaved them. HaHA!
Buzz's blood sugar had gone back up to 270-something, so we upped it to 8/8. Another check next week.
We also discussed the Polly Prissypants monthly dilemma. He gave me a tranquilizer in pill form (quartered) to try (in a "pill pocket"), which I haven't gotten her to eat yet. He did say that if it came down to it, she'd probably be ok if she was skipped, since she doesn't go outside and we treat everyone else. Hmmm. I just bought 6 months worth for everyone. Extras? I had extras from when I stopped treating Baby, too. ~sniff~
I met Stacey at the TKD place to work out at 4:00. Ended up going back at 7:00 because they closed early. We went to a nearby trail head for the SCT and walked for about an hour. I am a paranoid bitch. One guy was walking a little too slowly, so I was suspicious. We went on another trail that connects to a nearby park, and it was deserted. Of course, the trails are supposed to be open dawn to dusk, and patrolled 8am to 8pm. Not sure where they're patrolled, though. We saw a bunny and we all froze. Funny. We inched forward, I stepped on a leaf, and he took off. I didn't have my camera. Or my gun (not for the rabbit). I just don't have a good way to carry it in that situation. I had my pepper spray key chain, at least. All of my bags were either too big or too small. And something that looks like a purse might be snatched. Not good. I guess I need a holster, but it might be too heavy to clip onto lightweight workout shorts. A fanny pack? Ugh.
Saturday was another low-key day. Went to P@sta Bella, did not have cake, did not go to the store so we'd have time to watch Gran T0rino before we got sleepy. Very good movie. Reminded me of Dad in many ways. Clint says this will be his last role. And judging from the ending, he may mean it, as that is the only film I can recall with...that particular ending for him.
Made a stop at the liquor store. Passed one that was closed at 9:30pmn. WTF? Watched some of the P-town fireworks from the parking lot. Then watched the movie. We are party animals.
Spent Sunday doing chores and watching DVR recordings. I'm getting hooked on Nurse Jack!e during my free month of sh0wtime. Dammit. She had me at "quiet and mean. Those are my people." There's always DVD, right? That's how I'm watching B!g Love. Waiting on season 3 now.
Blegh. Had a bad class(es) on Monday. I started having IBS-like symptoms as we warmed up (jogging). Continued until the end. We sparred in level 2, and of course I sucked. Got popped several times in the face by the teenager, who Stacey says she tries to avoid. Of course, I felt kinda bad. I'd felt like last time I was getting better.
After class, Jack and Stacey (and Clint) gave me a 10 minute pep talk of sorts. You have good and bad days. You haven't done this that much, you're not supposed to be good. Don't dwell on it. There's always someone worse. You feel bad today. Etc. Wow. Am I that high maintenance? I guess I'm hard on myself.
Then I couldn't get to sleep, though I'd not consumed more than the normal amount of caffeine and ephedra. I ended up taking a mental tour of my grandparents' old house as I tried to get to sleep. I may type that up one day. Happy memories there. Plus, I miss my Granddad. More drama going on. Maybe I'll get into it eventually.
And then I did nothing on Tuesday. I felt run down, of course. Hopefully today will be better. I'll either be meeting Stacey at the gym, or going to class later.
For the past month or so, I've worked out 5-6 days a week. It may be wishful thinking, but I think my extremities are getting smaller. My jeans seemed to fit better in the hips, as well, though my weight is still within the range it has stayed for a while. Hmmm.
I'm now leaning toward renewing the cell phone contracts and getting new phones. I am wondering if the pay as you go thing will be a big pain in the ass, especially with text and possibly interwebs. I think that would come in handy. May not get that to start off, but eventually.
Did a really hard workout with Stacey on Wednesday afternoon. We did mitt work, kicks, punches, knees...and apparently entertained Derek and the two guys there working out. Luckily there weren't many people there, or the other female trainer who seems to be a hater.
Talked guns with Derek. He may be interested in buying my 9mm. Not sure what I'd replace it with, or what to sell the other one for yet. Hopefully enough to buy another.
Spent Thursday catching up on DVR recordings. Exciting, no?
Did both classes on Thursday night. The first one kind of sucked because I ended up with a new person. Yeah, I know we all start there, but damn. She knew NOTHING, and Jack didn't seem to pay her any attention. I tried to teach her the stance, how to punch, kick, footwork, how to hold the pad...it was too much. Which made me not get much of a workout, and my patience is finite.
Jeff was also off on Friday. I took Buzz, George, and Bobby Hill to the vet that morning. G & BH weigh 21 lbs. Yeah. We discussed how I keep them away from food other than at feeding times, can't get them to play with toys or a laser light, and the fact that they can't clean their butts. So the vet shaved them. HaHA!
Buzz's blood sugar had gone back up to 270-something, so we upped it to 8/8. Another check next week.
We also discussed the Polly Prissypants monthly dilemma. He gave me a tranquilizer in pill form (quartered) to try (in a "pill pocket"), which I haven't gotten her to eat yet. He did say that if it came down to it, she'd probably be ok if she was skipped, since she doesn't go outside and we treat everyone else. Hmmm. I just bought 6 months worth for everyone. Extras? I had extras from when I stopped treating Baby, too. ~sniff~
I met Stacey at the TKD place to work out at 4:00. Ended up going back at 7:00 because they closed early. We went to a nearby trail head for the SCT and walked for about an hour. I am a paranoid bitch. One guy was walking a little too slowly, so I was suspicious. We went on another trail that connects to a nearby park, and it was deserted. Of course, the trails are supposed to be open dawn to dusk, and patrolled 8am to 8pm. Not sure where they're patrolled, though. We saw a bunny and we all froze. Funny. We inched forward, I stepped on a leaf, and he took off. I didn't have my camera. Or my gun (not for the rabbit). I just don't have a good way to carry it in that situation. I had my pepper spray key chain, at least. All of my bags were either too big or too small. And something that looks like a purse might be snatched. Not good. I guess I need a holster, but it might be too heavy to clip onto lightweight workout shorts. A fanny pack? Ugh.
Saturday was another low-key day. Went to P@sta Bella, did not have cake, did not go to the store so we'd have time to watch Gran T0rino before we got sleepy. Very good movie. Reminded me of Dad in many ways. Clint says this will be his last role. And judging from the ending, he may mean it, as that is the only film I can recall with...that particular ending for him.
Made a stop at the liquor store. Passed one that was closed at 9:30pmn. WTF? Watched some of the P-town fireworks from the parking lot. Then watched the movie. We are party animals.
Spent Sunday doing chores and watching DVR recordings. I'm getting hooked on Nurse Jack!e during my free month of sh0wtime. Dammit. She had me at "quiet and mean. Those are my people." There's always DVD, right? That's how I'm watching B!g Love. Waiting on season 3 now.
Blegh. Had a bad class(es) on Monday. I started having IBS-like symptoms as we warmed up (jogging). Continued until the end. We sparred in level 2, and of course I sucked. Got popped several times in the face by the teenager, who Stacey says she tries to avoid. Of course, I felt kinda bad. I'd felt like last time I was getting better.
After class, Jack and Stacey (and Clint) gave me a 10 minute pep talk of sorts. You have good and bad days. You haven't done this that much, you're not supposed to be good. Don't dwell on it. There's always someone worse. You feel bad today. Etc. Wow. Am I that high maintenance? I guess I'm hard on myself.
Then I couldn't get to sleep, though I'd not consumed more than the normal amount of caffeine and ephedra. I ended up taking a mental tour of my grandparents' old house as I tried to get to sleep. I may type that up one day. Happy memories there. Plus, I miss my Granddad. More drama going on. Maybe I'll get into it eventually.
And then I did nothing on Tuesday. I felt run down, of course. Hopefully today will be better. I'll either be meeting Stacey at the gym, or going to class later.
For the past month or so, I've worked out 5-6 days a week. It may be wishful thinking, but I think my extremities are getting smaller. My jeans seemed to fit better in the hips, as well, though my weight is still within the range it has stayed for a while. Hmmm.
I'm now leaning toward renewing the cell phone contracts and getting new phones. I am wondering if the pay as you go thing will be a big pain in the ass, especially with text and possibly interwebs. I think that would come in handy. May not get that to start off, but eventually.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
sadness under the surface
Neat!
Damn you, TNT. The Closer made me cry while on the treadmill last Tuesday. Since this season began, she's been dealing with a sick kitty. They gave her subcutaneous fluids and took her to the vet multiple times. The vet eventually said she wouldn't get better. Her husband called her at work to tell her (!!!) and that the cat had nothing but suffering ahead of her, and she said, "I can't do it!" But she ended up doing it. She had a mobile vet come to the house. Seems like I was just in that situation. I think I waited too long, though. She made a comment about only thinking of how hard it was on her, and not her kitty. Yeah.
PMS did not help. And now this.
Went to the new Krav class on Wednesday. It is just one class, though he tried to kill us anyway. I made the mistake of doing an old leg workout that I had written down when I was training with Derek, then the treadmill for 1.5 miles. Luckily I got there late and missed most of the leg stuff. I have the worst timing with my own workouts versus what he decides to do in class the next day. He did abs, too, and I'd done roll outs and push ups on the ball. Ack. Then he had us doing a sort of yoga pose (half boat) while passing a medicine ball to the person next to us (in a circle). Ouch.
Had a stressful, but lucky T0ri Amos ticket buying experience Thursday morning. I was under the assumption that because Chastain sucks ass, there wouldn't be a pre-sale as promised. So, I'd planned to buy on Saturday with everyone else. I happened to check TM, and it had started nearly 45 minutes before (at 10am)! It wasn't even listed on her site, or in the forums. (I posted about it AFTER I bought tickets.) I tried once, got orchestra right, tried again, got the last row of the pit. So we should be pretty close to centered, which is ideal with her. I nearly had a conniption when I thought the work filters were blocking a page having to do with verifying my credit card. And at about $55 a piece with fees, it wasn't as bad as we'd feared.
Had a busy Friday. I worked for four hours, then was off at 10:00 to get ready and drive to my eye appt in Acw0rth. Yeah. I think the reason I ended up there is because the place I was going to stopped accepting my insurance, and I didn't want to go to a W@lmart. Anyway. There was some confusion with the fees. They were telling me that I owed $20 from last year, but that ended up being $10. I know I'd paid $50, so at least I had that to go on. They should have charged me $60. I usually get something called Opt0map to avoid the dilation. If it's sunny at all, I cannot drive, much less walk to my car. Really, it's that bad. That's an extra $30. I know. But I have to. I got the dilation once, and then had to come right back in to get the reversal drops. They were worse than the first ones. Burned.
So last year my right (worse) eye didn't respond to correction at all, so I got a full year supply for just the left eye. Now, they both have changed again, and the right eye now is improved with correction. That's good, if it helps me see better, but damn, now I'll have to buy 6 months worth out of pocket.
Jeff thinks I need to go to an opthamologist instead of the strip mall optometrist. I wonder why they change every time. I remember when I have asked about LAS!K, one of the requirements is that your vision is stable for 1-2 years. I don't think mine ever has been. Jeff thinks that seeing a different person each time (which I don't always, saw the same guy as last year), affects the results. Hmm. Maybe I'll look into that. Might not be a bad idea with my condition.
Speaking of which, I asked about my eye color, something I've been curious about. Ocular albinism has to do with lack of pigment. Well, I lack pigment everywhere, but my eyes are a relatively darkish blue. He said that they are dark, but that the irises are thin compared to a normal eye. There are gaps in between the muscles that allow a lot of light in.
I thought about getting glasses for backup, but damn. My insurance pays for one or the other. Glasses could be $200+. I may get a discount, but it's not worth it for something I'd only wear after I take a shower.
I then came home, ate lunch, vacuumed, and went to Mar!etta to get a facial and eyebrow wax. And of course, we talked the whole time. Still waiting on her to be free to hike the trails on Wednesdays.
Jeff made a comment on Saturday that pissed me off. He brought some brochure from the home improvement store about back splashes. I made a comment that I was only worried about what was easy to keep clean. He said, "Yeah, you do a lot of that" and walked out. Oooh. Sure, some things don't get done as often as they should due to my constantly trying to keep up with the vacuuming, etc. But damn. So, I went and cleaned the kitchen in anger. I found a hairball on top of the fridge that Thea so thoughtfully hid up there for me. On Sunday I cleaned the bathrooms (which I was going to do anyway), and dusted the living room furniture. Bah.
I guess he thought I was once again vetoing his ideas (which he thinks I do all the time) and made a smart comment. Whatever.
Jack made a comment during class that kind of pissed me off the more I thought about it. I know he didn't mean it, and likes to aggravate me sometimes. But it sounded like something my brothers (maybe not Allan*, or Scott, since I hung up on him that time) and Dad would say and mean it. He mentioned that Stacey had said we needed to plan another trip. I said I didn't know, and that I needed to figure out how/where to board the old ones with the medical issues. After I divulged a couple details, he said, "Sounds like it's time to get rid of some cats." Yeah. I didn't really say anything, other than that these had been with me since they were kittens, and I was not about to get rid of them now. Anyway.
*My brother's dog was stolen. There's a witness, and the guy who stole him gave him to someone else...he's been to court 2-3 times now. He just wants his dog back. After all this, I think he has a new perspective on my devotion to my cats, even if he isn't a cat person.
I got the call. My E$sure procedure is scheduled for 7/15. Leigh was going to drive me there, but they're going out of town that morning. Beth will now do it, and just take her kids to a friend's house to hang out for the afternoon.
I feel bad that I don't feel like I can ask Jeff. I've mentioned this to him twice now - once a couple months ago, as a concept; then a couple weeks ago, and mentioned the follow up test and being able to stop taking bc pills, and about Leigh possibly driving me, the drugs, etc. It's just, weird. He didn't say anything in response either time. And, he can't take paid leave like I can.
I'm actually excited. And a little nervous.
I am a little bit sad about Michael Jackson, especially as I watch the videos they keep showing. I know he was troubled, but I don't want to believe the previous accusations. I think his appearance is less odd than I used to, other than the plastic surgeries. So much talent. I think his childhood/father messed him up somehow.
Thriller was one of the first albums I bought. I still have it. I realized during one of the multiple times the video was shown this weekend that I still now the Vincent Price part by heart.
And I don't really know what else to say. Tragic. We'll probably never know the truth about his life or death.
Damn you, TNT. The Closer made me cry while on the treadmill last Tuesday. Since this season began, she's been dealing with a sick kitty. They gave her subcutaneous fluids and took her to the vet multiple times. The vet eventually said she wouldn't get better. Her husband called her at work to tell her (!!!) and that the cat had nothing but suffering ahead of her, and she said, "I can't do it!" But she ended up doing it. She had a mobile vet come to the house. Seems like I was just in that situation. I think I waited too long, though. She made a comment about only thinking of how hard it was on her, and not her kitty. Yeah.
PMS did not help. And now this.
Went to the new Krav class on Wednesday. It is just one class, though he tried to kill us anyway. I made the mistake of doing an old leg workout that I had written down when I was training with Derek, then the treadmill for 1.5 miles. Luckily I got there late and missed most of the leg stuff. I have the worst timing with my own workouts versus what he decides to do in class the next day. He did abs, too, and I'd done roll outs and push ups on the ball. Ack. Then he had us doing a sort of yoga pose (half boat) while passing a medicine ball to the person next to us (in a circle). Ouch.
Had a stressful, but lucky T0ri Amos ticket buying experience Thursday morning. I was under the assumption that because Chastain sucks ass, there wouldn't be a pre-sale as promised. So, I'd planned to buy on Saturday with everyone else. I happened to check TM, and it had started nearly 45 minutes before (at 10am)! It wasn't even listed on her site, or in the forums. (I posted about it AFTER I bought tickets.) I tried once, got orchestra right, tried again, got the last row of the pit. So we should be pretty close to centered, which is ideal with her. I nearly had a conniption when I thought the work filters were blocking a page having to do with verifying my credit card. And at about $55 a piece with fees, it wasn't as bad as we'd feared.
Had a busy Friday. I worked for four hours, then was off at 10:00 to get ready and drive to my eye appt in Acw0rth. Yeah. I think the reason I ended up there is because the place I was going to stopped accepting my insurance, and I didn't want to go to a W@lmart. Anyway. There was some confusion with the fees. They were telling me that I owed $20 from last year, but that ended up being $10. I know I'd paid $50, so at least I had that to go on. They should have charged me $60. I usually get something called Opt0map to avoid the dilation. If it's sunny at all, I cannot drive, much less walk to my car. Really, it's that bad. That's an extra $30. I know. But I have to. I got the dilation once, and then had to come right back in to get the reversal drops. They were worse than the first ones. Burned.
So last year my right (worse) eye didn't respond to correction at all, so I got a full year supply for just the left eye. Now, they both have changed again, and the right eye now is improved with correction. That's good, if it helps me see better, but damn, now I'll have to buy 6 months worth out of pocket.
Jeff thinks I need to go to an opthamologist instead of the strip mall optometrist. I wonder why they change every time. I remember when I have asked about LAS!K, one of the requirements is that your vision is stable for 1-2 years. I don't think mine ever has been. Jeff thinks that seeing a different person each time (which I don't always, saw the same guy as last year), affects the results. Hmm. Maybe I'll look into that. Might not be a bad idea with my condition.
Speaking of which, I asked about my eye color, something I've been curious about. Ocular albinism has to do with lack of pigment. Well, I lack pigment everywhere, but my eyes are a relatively darkish blue. He said that they are dark, but that the irises are thin compared to a normal eye. There are gaps in between the muscles that allow a lot of light in.
I thought about getting glasses for backup, but damn. My insurance pays for one or the other. Glasses could be $200+. I may get a discount, but it's not worth it for something I'd only wear after I take a shower.
I then came home, ate lunch, vacuumed, and went to Mar!etta to get a facial and eyebrow wax. And of course, we talked the whole time. Still waiting on her to be free to hike the trails on Wednesdays.
Jeff made a comment on Saturday that pissed me off. He brought some brochure from the home improvement store about back splashes. I made a comment that I was only worried about what was easy to keep clean. He said, "Yeah, you do a lot of that" and walked out. Oooh. Sure, some things don't get done as often as they should due to my constantly trying to keep up with the vacuuming, etc. But damn. So, I went and cleaned the kitchen in anger. I found a hairball on top of the fridge that Thea so thoughtfully hid up there for me. On Sunday I cleaned the bathrooms (which I was going to do anyway), and dusted the living room furniture. Bah.
I guess he thought I was once again vetoing his ideas (which he thinks I do all the time) and made a smart comment. Whatever.
Jack made a comment during class that kind of pissed me off the more I thought about it. I know he didn't mean it, and likes to aggravate me sometimes. But it sounded like something my brothers (maybe not Allan*, or Scott, since I hung up on him that time) and Dad would say and mean it. He mentioned that Stacey had said we needed to plan another trip. I said I didn't know, and that I needed to figure out how/where to board the old ones with the medical issues. After I divulged a couple details, he said, "Sounds like it's time to get rid of some cats." Yeah. I didn't really say anything, other than that these had been with me since they were kittens, and I was not about to get rid of them now. Anyway.
*My brother's dog was stolen. There's a witness, and the guy who stole him gave him to someone else...he's been to court 2-3 times now. He just wants his dog back. After all this, I think he has a new perspective on my devotion to my cats, even if he isn't a cat person.
I got the call. My E$sure procedure is scheduled for 7/15. Leigh was going to drive me there, but they're going out of town that morning. Beth will now do it, and just take her kids to a friend's house to hang out for the afternoon.
I feel bad that I don't feel like I can ask Jeff. I've mentioned this to him twice now - once a couple months ago, as a concept; then a couple weeks ago, and mentioned the follow up test and being able to stop taking bc pills, and about Leigh possibly driving me, the drugs, etc. It's just, weird. He didn't say anything in response either time. And, he can't take paid leave like I can.
I'm actually excited. And a little nervous.
I am a little bit sad about Michael Jackson, especially as I watch the videos they keep showing. I know he was troubled, but I don't want to believe the previous accusations. I think his appearance is less odd than I used to, other than the plastic surgeries. So much talent. I think his childhood/father messed him up somehow.
Thriller was one of the first albums I bought. I still have it. I realized during one of the multiple times the video was shown this weekend that I still now the Vincent Price part by heart.
And I don't really know what else to say. Tragic. We'll probably never know the truth about his life or death.
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