| Further evidence that I'm falling apart |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|11:47 am] |
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| | Grantvill Gazette V | ] |
Had my yearly appointment with the eye doctor to get a new prescription and what not. Well, things didn't go as planned. First, things weren't lining up the way they're supposed to, which meant that my astigmatism was back with a vengeance. But even compensating for that failed and my doctor started to run more tests.
Well, in the end, one eye is 'puffier' than the other, left eye bulging out significantly and man, did it hurt when he pressed down. Turns out I might have iritis, which is basically arthritis, in my left eye. So for a week I get to take some drops and wear my glasses the whole time and go back again next week. Meanwhile, he'll call around to some associates and get me in with a good opthamologist to have me checked out.
I did look it up and while I haven't felt any strain or the like, I've had the small black spots dancing in front of me once in a while. No idea of how long it's been going on, though, which is bad. Good grief, does that mean I need to start writing down things as soon as I notice them? Gad, makes me feel like a hypochondriac! Oh, a slight pain! I must have (insert horrible disease here) and I'm gonna die!
*sigh*
So now it'll be a wait and see what happens next. Get it? See? Ha! I crack myself up. |
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| October |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|08:20 pm] |
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| | Echo in the Bone | ] |
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| Attention to all PA Residents |
[Sep. 10th, 2009|10:51 pm] |
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My god, pay attention to your bloody property taxes. I may not be so forgiving next year and you WILL lose your property to a TAX SALE because YOU forgot to pay your supplemental taxes when you built your nice new HOUSE on that plot of land you bought.
If I ever have another two weeks like this next year I may go bonkers and be the one in the corner, rocking back and forth and giggling hysterically. I'm not paid nearly enough for this. If I ever cross the state line, I might be tempted to firebomb them. Nothing personal, of course. |
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| I've discovered... |
[Aug. 2nd, 2009|11:34 am] |
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...that wearing a day dress doesn't hurt as much as wearing my capri's. Yes, no waistline pressing down on my belly button or other parts does wonders for how I feel. That's what hurts the most this time around, as the incision area doesn't hurt at all, or as much.
My appetite has dwindled a bit, but that may be because I had a large lunch yesterday and it was a late one, so all I felt up to was toast last night. Time will tell, I suppose.
I'm already hating the pill regimen I'm on. One antibiotic in the morning with the pill that prevents swelling, then another antibiotic either 2 hours after food or 1 hour before. And the vicoden whenever I feel the need, which hasn't been all that often, strangely enough. I hope to be back to work on Tuesday, as I think tomorrow, Monday, is pushing it. I'm sure that my doctor thinks that I should wait another week, but I don't have the time. And, luckily, I don't do any heavy lifting or bending, so I should be okay. Should be. God, I hate those words sometimes.
So, there we go. I'm going to get better and put all of this behind me. Please, no more surgeries for me. I'm getting heartily tired of being cut open. |
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| Hell on Earth |
[Jun. 25th, 2009|10:54 pm] |
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| | DHS 1989 yearbook | ] |
Otherwise known as my 20-year high school reunion. Why am I going? I'm a masochist, evidently.
I'm only going because my friend, Alicia, is going. Otherwise I'd skip it like it was the black plague. I'm still wondering why I forked out money to see people I really didn't like 20 years ago, much less remember now. I also wasn't going to go to the Friday night ice-breaker, but Ali was the ultimate procrastinator and put off getting tickets until it was too late, so we have to go to the R Bar to get her tickets. And, since it's right off the UNT campus and not exactly the best part of Denton, I'm her 'date', otherwise known as the bodyguard. I'm working on my 'Grosse Point Blank' lines as we speak. I missed my calling as a hired killer...really, I did.
Saturday is a picnic that we take our own food to, and a tour of the high school. Then that evening is a buffet dinner, dance, dj and cash bar at the...wait for it...Denton County Country Club. Ooooh! Aaahh! Oh. Wha-? I had to find it - it's right outside the city limits in Argyle, as our founding fathers made Denton dry, but if they went across the line, they could have all the booze they wanted. Hypocrites of the highest order.
So my Friday night will be leaving work, going to Denton, going to pick up mail and such for dad as if it were my normal Saturday errands up there, then snagging something for dinner before I pick up Ali and we show up fashionably late at the bar. Yes, the R bar...no, they're NOT pirates that say "Arrr!"...though it would be funny if they did. Too bad it's not Talk like a Pirate Day. That would be awesome.
So, yeah, me being social and trying not to kill anyone for any childhood transgressions while we were all growing up in the school system, rat finks and all. It might be interesting, though, to see if some of them got better with age. Guess I'll find out. Maybe catch the Transfomers movie Saturday afternoon between the two events. Ali does live just down the street from a theater...hmm. |
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| I am a whore... |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|07:29 pm] |
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...for shoes! Get your minds out of the gutter! Sheesh!
I've been wanting to wear heels again for a while and can't seem to recall to grab them when I go by my place. And the shoes I do have with me have pinched me feet since I got them. Silly me, but I thought that they would get comfortable after I broke them in. Since then I have learned that the idea of breaking in shoes is a fallacy.
So today, after seeing 'Up' and having lunch, I went to Macy's. I've gotten some good deals in the past there and one of my pairs of shoes that I got there is always greeted with "Oh, those are so cute! Where'd you get them?" Today is another one of those days. I was able to snag a black pair, a cute navy blue pair with a Mary Jane-eque strap, and a flowery blue print - all on the clearance rack and there was a attached sale if you got 3 pairs. I am a bargain queen!
So while I'll never be a girly girl for skirts or anything like that, give me cute shoes and I'm good! |
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| Just got the bill |
[Jun. 10th, 2009|10:36 pm] |
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| | Beauty | ] |
Well, though at the moment I am holding Aetna in the lowest regard in terms of their handling my case, reviewing it and putting me back on ACTIVE STATUS, I'll have to say that they did good with approving my hospital stay (thankyouverymuch!) and taking care of what appears to be about 98% of the bill. Now to just budget that into my monthly fees. Of course, yet to receive the bill for the infectious disease doctor's. There were only three, but I'm sure they charge through the nose.
Now, according to what they've told me on the phone, they have 10 business days after they'd received the doctor's report. So that means they have until Friday. Hopefully they'll decide that my being out on 'leave of absence' was legitimate. Yes, it was all a hoax! I convinced the hospital to put me into a room, stick with with an IV, give me blood, and torture me with poor channel choices on the TV! I'm still showing as being on LOA at work, a month and some change after I got back. Evidently there was some paperwork that my boss had to start that he didn't know about, especially with the new regime, so there's that. But they still have to make a ruling. Then, once they do that, they get to call Fidelity and they can reset my status, which may take anywhere from 24-48 hours. In the meantime, this means that I can't access some programs that I need to do for my job. I do so love having to unlock my password every morning, or emailing Melissa to have her add me to a certain program so that I can take care of loans there. Really. It's my life dream, realized. *sigh*
Other than that, it's been a year to the day since dad got the call and put himself into the hospital for his lung cancer. It's still there and he has another CT scan next week, but I want to think that he's better, but that may be wishful thinking on my part. He's still at the rehab nursing home, with no idea of when he might be transferred to the assisted living place. He'll be 70 tomorrow. Wow. Considering at times that I wasn't sure if he'd make it to that, I think that's pretty amazing. |
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| I bit the bullet |
[Jun. 3rd, 2009|05:01 pm] |
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And ordered a medical alert ID bracelet last night. After this last bout with the medical community, I've been convinced that it might be for the best. Of course, finding the right one was a pain, as there are MANY choices. I bailed out and just got a simple silver one with engraving and a nice chain.
Now, as a rule, I'm not a big fan of bracelets - they drive me up the wall, in other words. But I tell myself that if I can get used to a watch on one wrist, I can tolerate a bracelet on the other one. And unless you know it's a medical alert, you can't tell - the emblem is the same tone as the bracelet. I tell myself that if I can get used to it, I can branch out and get one of the pretty ones I saw on one of the websites.
So, my name, 'no spleen' and 'nkda' (aka No Known Drug Allergies) will be on this little gem. Yeehaw. And strangely, I've already got confirmation that it's on its way already. |
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| It's almost 2 a.m.... |
[May. 25th, 2009|01:55 am] |
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And a stupid Mockingbird outside seems to think that it's daylight - it won't shut up! It's been doing this for weeks now, when every other smart bird in the neighborhood is asleep. Maybe it's suicidal? I sure know I want to kill it. |
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| Good news |
[May. 21st, 2009|06:36 pm] |
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Well, my blood work came back 'normal', which is good, and the doc's going use the number of my white cell count as the base from now on, somewhere in the 16,000 area as compared to the rest of your mortals with your 10-12,000 count. My temps have also been normal, or slightly lower than normal, sticking mostly in the upper 97 degree area, which makes me wonder what my base for that is. Something to think about when I know I'm healthy.
Still having side effects from the antiobiotics they gave me - the upper arm pain flared up again this week, making driving impossible once more. Again, wouldn't be surprised if my arms just fell off at the shoulder joint.
Saw the gyno this morning and the cyst hasn't changed in size, like some do due to hormonal fluxuations and variables such as that. So I get to go back in a couple of months and have another sonogram, because if it's a 'problem', it will most likely grow in size in the next few months. I'm already sort of pushing the envelope with it being around the 5 centimeter mark, but times change and they keep bumping back how large it needs to get until they remove it. Well, I look at it this way - if they have to go in with the laparoscopy, they can use the scar from the first one as an available route. *sigh* Really not wanting to have more surgery, God. Hear me up there? Or gods...I'll take whatever I can get. |
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| Well...(deep subject) |
[May. 17th, 2009|12:22 am] |
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Friday's dr appt was less than informative. Still no idea what I was sick with, just 'a virus of some sort' and the discovery of the ovarian cyst was just a random side effect. Makes me wonder if the dr would've still hospitalized me, what with the high fever and the unknown cough. I have the feeling the answer would have been 'yes'. *sigh* Now to go back to the gyno and have yet another sonogram.
Even so, no indication that I had whooping cough, as it wasn't brought up, so that's good. Still had to go down to the lab and have yet more blood drawn, but I had been a good girl and had been drinking water all day from my 'congratulations, you've been a patient at Baylor, so you have this large container to use' cup. It paid off, as my veins were 'plump' and easy to find for once. Evidently I might be genetically inclined to have hard-to-find veins. Yay?
Even so, because I mentioned the fact that I had been monitoring my temp and that at times it had gone up to 99.5, I have to monitor and record it for the next few days and the office will call me for the numbers. Of course, Murphy hears that and my temp has been normal or lower than normal. That's me for you - abnormal. But the side effects, such as the aching arms, has subsided for now, and the chest pain has been determined to be a pulled muscle in my lower chest. Thanks! It still aches if I just breathe! Argh!
I'm still a bit disturbed that my sickness hasn't been determined. Virus? Which type? Makes one a bit paranoid and I'm washing my hands like you're supposed to. Y'know, sing a song in your head and do a few verses. Makes me worried when others around me barely do anything more than rinse with water. Hello, viruses wandering around, swine flu or otherwise? *sigh*
I just want this to end. I want my life back. Yes, I keep saying that, but it's true. |
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| Today... |
[May. 7th, 2009|12:45 pm] |
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| |  groggy | ] |
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| | The Short Victorious War | ] |
was not a good day. I woke up, had breakfast, got dressed and ready for work, and sat down a few moments watching the news with mom when a wave of dizziness hit me. While I was SITTING DOWN, for godsakes! Now, I've been having a small bout of such dizzinesss these past few days and they usually pass in a few seconds and, unfortunately, it's one of the side effects of one of the two pills I have to take twice daily until sometime next week.
I hate feeling helpless and this just hit me between the eyes. I was able to call my boss and, with mom's help, was able to make it back to bed before toppling over. Okay, perhaps I exagerate a bit, but it seemed that it was all I could do to walk that short distance. It doesn't help either that for some reason these past few days that my right upper arm has been aching something horrible and I can barely raise it without pain. I slept a couple more hours before waking up in time for my next round of meds and I'm still a bit lightheaded and I really hate this. I feel for those who are subject to vertigo as a matter of everyday life, for I cannot imagine living that way.
So, here I am, sitting on the couch, watching movies and hoping that I can get back to normal tomorrow. Mom's amazed that I've made it this long without a relapse and, yes, I was running a slight fever last night, but was back to 'normal' this morning. People at work yesterday were stating that I looked better, but I wonder, compared to what? They ask how I feel and I still have to reply with my typical witty answer of 'Death warmed over and left in the microwave', which is infintely better than 'with my hands'. I'm convinced that I wasn't really born, but came with instructions for assembly and, at any moment, my limbs and body are going to fall into their separate parts. Between my arm/shoulder, my knee, and everything else in between, I'm amazed at times to still be breathing and having blood in my veins. |
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| My cats... |
[May. 1st, 2009|10:10 am] |
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| | couch | ] |
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| | Howl's Moving Castle | ] |
are weird. Well, Josie is, at least.
Last week, my friends brought me pita chips, Hershey's Kisses, and a stuffed toy kitten with its own kitty carrier from the hospital gift shop. I brought it home and it remained in its bag until this morning, when I brought it out and put it on the bed near where Josie was curled up.
Talk about an immediate reaction! She backed up from the thing, fur raising and she refused to come near it for a few long minutes. Finally, she came near and realized that it wasn't real and was somewhat okay with it.
A stuffed cat. It doesn't make noises, doesn't smell like a cat, nor does it move, but she still freaked out. I know my Josie is getting old, but I didn't realize senility went hand-in-hand with it. Other than that, she's her normal self.
I can't explain it, but there you go. |
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