Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Life as I know it.
I got up at 4:30 with Tucker, thinking it was like 7. Dang, man.
Then, I took Tucker outside and had to pull a string out of his butt. He was scared to death! I would have made my dad do it but he's 400 miles away. That is totally a dad job, NOT a little girls job at 4am.
This morning is a stupid idiot.
Then, I took Tucker outside and had to pull a string out of his butt. He was scared to death! I would have made my dad do it but he's 400 miles away. That is totally a dad job, NOT a little girls job at 4am.
This morning is a stupid idiot.
Friday, February 5, 2010
For Nick
I woke up this morning with a massive migraine that wanted to kill both my brain and my soul. It didn't. Thanks, Excedrin.
While I was laying on the couch in agony a memory popped into my mind. It was the early-mid 90's, and I am at the counter by the electronics (what is now cosmetics) at High School Pharmacy with Grandma and Bud. I don't remember for sure, but we were probably buying Bugles or Bengay or something like that. There is one of those change eating yellow robots on the counter. I think it's awesome, and grandma gives me a penny to feed it. Bud likes it a lot too. So much so that he actually ends up getting one of his own for Christmas.
"Ahh Fooey!"
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Whiney Post
I'm sorry dudes, but I'm a bummer. I think I just need to get out of town. My stupid body isn't working too good, I've gained a lot of weight and am feeling down on myself, and I just need a change in pace.
This is lame.
This is lame.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Emergency! Emergency!
Today I spent 3 1/2 hours in the emergency room.
About a week ago I started getting random sharp pains in my left temple. They would last about 5 seconds and would happen a few times a day. I didn't think too much about it, but I made sure to keep aware of my body. Through out the week the pain continued, and started happening more and more often. This morning the pain went from happening every hour or so to every couple minutes. Intense pain that left pressure on the left side of my head, gave me tunnel vision, and made me feel really out of it.
Concerned it may be a swollen vein in my head- something that can happen with my buttface of a disease, I decided to call around and get in with a doctor. I made a lot of calls. Some docs wouldn't accept my insurance, some docs didn't have time, some docs didn't have a clue about my disease, and all of them wouldn't take me in as a new patient for at lease a month. Scared out of my mind (I literally thought I might have a stroke) I had Will take me to the emergency room.
I was taken in right away, given an IV and had blood taken. I was then wheeled around and given a CT scan. I spent the next two hours waiting for my results with Will. We played games and listened for the lullaby over the speakers (every time a baby is born they play a lullaby over the entire hospital! It was so cute! Four babies were born while I was there).
Finally, the doctor came back and said my results were clear. I was discharged with a "headache" and referred to a rheumatologist.
Though my doctor said I was justified with my concern, especially with my disease, I still feel like a chump every time I have to see a doctor, and especially every time I admit myself into the ER. I worry because most symptoms of my disease are odd and don't seem connected, they have no pattern and are just straight up confusing. But at the same time, I HATE laying on a bed surrounded by people that REALLY have it rough. It makes me feel like a whiner.
Eh, better safe than sorry I guess.
About a week ago I started getting random sharp pains in my left temple. They would last about 5 seconds and would happen a few times a day. I didn't think too much about it, but I made sure to keep aware of my body. Through out the week the pain continued, and started happening more and more often. This morning the pain went from happening every hour or so to every couple minutes. Intense pain that left pressure on the left side of my head, gave me tunnel vision, and made me feel really out of it.
Concerned it may be a swollen vein in my head- something that can happen with my buttface of a disease, I decided to call around and get in with a doctor. I made a lot of calls. Some docs wouldn't accept my insurance, some docs didn't have time, some docs didn't have a clue about my disease, and all of them wouldn't take me in as a new patient for at lease a month. Scared out of my mind (I literally thought I might have a stroke) I had Will take me to the emergency room.
I was taken in right away, given an IV and had blood taken. I was then wheeled around and given a CT scan. I spent the next two hours waiting for my results with Will. We played games and listened for the lullaby over the speakers (every time a baby is born they play a lullaby over the entire hospital! It was so cute! Four babies were born while I was there).
Finally, the doctor came back and said my results were clear. I was discharged with a "headache" and referred to a rheumatologist.
Though my doctor said I was justified with my concern, especially with my disease, I still feel like a chump every time I have to see a doctor, and especially every time I admit myself into the ER. I worry because most symptoms of my disease are odd and don't seem connected, they have no pattern and are just straight up confusing. But at the same time, I HATE laying on a bed surrounded by people that REALLY have it rough. It makes me feel like a whiner.
Eh, better safe than sorry I guess.
Friday, January 29, 2010
My day: A boring story
I started my day pantless. Some people lose a sock at night. I lose my bottoms.
I got out of bed and took Tucker out of his crate. He was howling. It was annoying.
I went downstairs and turned on my internet.
I made myself half a PJ&J sandwich. I do that every morning.
I check my bank account, I got paid.
I made just enough to pay rent, with $6 left over to last me till February 12th. Awesome. That will get me a gallon of gas and a lean cuisine.
I cried a little. Hey, money is stressful.
I checked craigslist for jobs. The only one I qualified for was as a drive through barista. Problem was you had to do it topless. No thanks, skanks.
I started on my taxes.
Tucker annoyed me.
I didn't finish my taxes.
I took a shower.
I used my $130 worth of hair products. It made me feel rich. I thought it was funny I was washing my hair with $30 bottles of shampoo and conditioner when I only had $6 to my name.
I got ready for work.
I drove to work.
I clocked in.
I was told a client brought in homemade wedding cookies- SCORE.
I sat at a desk.
I sat at a desk more.
I did some laundry.
I sat at a desk.
I clocked out of work soon after six.
I drove to Subway.
I ordered a foot long ham sandwich. I asked for mayo and mustard on one half, because the other half was going to be lunch the next day and I didn't want it to be soggy. The nice girl cut my sandwich in half, wrapped each separately, and put a T on the condiment less sammy for "tomorrow."
I came home.
I took Tucker out to pee.
He lifted his leg for the first time. He pees like a big boy now.
I called my mom.
I ate my sandwich.
I watched tv.
And here I am.
Whatever.
I got out of bed and took Tucker out of his crate. He was howling. It was annoying.
I went downstairs and turned on my internet.
I made myself half a PJ&J sandwich. I do that every morning.
I check my bank account, I got paid.
I made just enough to pay rent, with $6 left over to last me till February 12th. Awesome. That will get me a gallon of gas and a lean cuisine.
I cried a little. Hey, money is stressful.
I checked craigslist for jobs. The only one I qualified for was as a drive through barista. Problem was you had to do it topless. No thanks, skanks.
I started on my taxes.
Tucker annoyed me.
I didn't finish my taxes.
I took a shower.
I used my $130 worth of hair products. It made me feel rich. I thought it was funny I was washing my hair with $30 bottles of shampoo and conditioner when I only had $6 to my name.
I got ready for work.
I drove to work.
I clocked in.
I was told a client brought in homemade wedding cookies- SCORE.
I sat at a desk.
I sat at a desk more.
I did some laundry.
I sat at a desk.
I clocked out of work soon after six.
I drove to Subway.
I ordered a foot long ham sandwich. I asked for mayo and mustard on one half, because the other half was going to be lunch the next day and I didn't want it to be soggy. The nice girl cut my sandwich in half, wrapped each separately, and put a T on the condiment less sammy for "tomorrow."
I came home.
I took Tucker out to pee.
He lifted his leg for the first time. He pees like a big boy now.
I called my mom.
I ate my sandwich.
I watched tv.
And here I am.
Whatever.
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