Yes, I know I spend a tad too much time haunting the Palin blogs but this was HILARIOUS! It’s a good thing I wasn’t drinking coffee when I watched it because I would have had to get a whole new laptop. You MUST watch! (Don’t be slurping anything, though.)
Doc visit Wednesday – that was fun (not). Endometrial biopsy – results next week. He didn’t think it looked to be anything to be worried about but wanted to be sure. The biopsy itself wasn’t overly fun – the aftermath, though, weird. Something called “vasovagel reaction” which involved profuse sweating, near-passing out and for me, this very odd completely-out-of-my-body feeling. I had to literally coax myself back into my body. The doc was nice and had me lie down and turned down the lights a bit so I could come back to normal but it was hella weird. Not uncommon (according to an interesting menopausal site called “Power Surge” – nice name, eh?) but not fun. All day I felt drained and washed out. Just bleah.
I so wanted to take tomorrow off but since my backup co-worker just returned from 2 weeks on vacation, I didn’t think I should because he has to do his job and mine and when you’re 2 weeks behind, none of that is fun. So, off to work I go.
But a 3 day weekend ahead so wooo-hooo!
Love and kisses,
Snarkela (who is not (at this moment) passing out or sweating)
Oh, four readers of Love, the past few days have been …. shall we say … interesting? I will write about it at length soon but for now let me say this:
1. To quote Tom Petty: “Waiting is the hardest part”
2. I truly dislike hospitals but who really does like them? (besides the Cousin O’Love who runs one)
3. Emergency rooms are not for people who are well and truly grossed out by sounds of vomiting in stereo. (i.e.: me)
4. I am fine as is Duty so no worries.
Seriously. I don’t know WTF is going on with my body but I’m bloaty and hella flabby. Isn’t that a real purty picture? I almost don’t know this body anymore. I thought the thyroid meds would help in some way but unless they are made of methamphetamines, they ain’t doing shit. Duty is sick of hearing me whine about this because he’s all about the DOING rather than the WHINING (my preferred method). Looking at the pictures of the baptism today horrified me. I am genetically predisposed to fat upper arms and they were on display today in all their loveliness. And I see more and more of my mother’s face and (love you mom but ….) that about sends me into a apoplectic frenzy because … just, no. This aging shit is brutal. BRUTAL, I tell you. FEH.
I am full of grim despair over my body and am thinking up ways to coerce my doctor into giving me speed somehow. (I know. Shut up. I’m not going to do it. But I want to.)
Must de-puffify bod immediately. Good thing my sekrit BFs don’t know I exist because I am so not fit for wild rapture these days. (sigh)
As Cher sings: “If I could turn back time …” and I respond “I’d get those damn braces my mom wanted me to get.” OY!
Went to the dentist last week to take advantage of their offer to donate the entire fee of teeth whitening to Relay for Life. So far, so good. Think I will go back for a checkup since I haven’t had one in several years. Nice dentist takes x-rays and all kinds of things and then delivers some sobering news: an extraction or two, a root canal and crown, re-do some fillings, lots of gum work to address and finally, how about a bridge or two? Fuckety. I hate dental work. Hate it.
Backstory on why all this is needed: Somewhere in my childhood, I had an accident while attempting to ride a bike without holding on to the handlebars. Messed up my teeth somehow. Fast forward to early teens where it’s determined I need braces – and the big time braces (head gear, night gear, the whole schmear. Yes, every adolescent’s nightmare.) Mother goes to lots of trouble to take me for all the preliminary work. Bless her. Memory is very foggy but I seem to recall that this was taking place at a time when my dad’s health was really bad and my mom was under a lot of stress. I remember that she asked me what I wanted to do and of course, I said PASS on the braces. She didn’t make me, mostly because she had a thousand other things going on. I don’t blame her one single bit. This is all on me.
Fast forward to adult life – teeth are a mess. And getting progressively more of a mess as I get older. Jaw is all out of alignment and I have the overbite from hell. I ask nice dentist: Is all this a result of my not getting braces? He confirms what I know anyway. Yep. It is.
Moral of the story: Never give your child the choice because they just might be a dumbass like me and pay for it later.
Expect lots of whining from me the rest of the year as I start the fun process of getting this straightened out. (Ha! No pun intended.) Although, on the bright side: nitrous oxide – oh! How I love you! We shall become good friends this year.
Oh, three (3) readers, it’s been such a chaotic week. I’m not even sure how to put it all into words. But I’ll try.
We had to take Pirate Doggie of Love back because she got into a fight with Max and he didn’t fare so well. He’s okay but suffered some fairly serious wounds to his head, snout and neck. It breaks my heart into pieces to see the sweetest dog in the whole world wounded like this. Last night, when I got home from work, I saw Duty had brought home a big bag of treats for the doggies so I gave them each one. PDOL snarfed hers and apparently decided to see what droppings Max was leaving. Next thing you know, there’s this hellish sound. I run into the sunroom and PDOL is standing over top of Max biting him. Duty ran in and we managed to separate them but Max was bleeding quite a bit.
After taking Max to the emergency vets and getting some antibiotics and stuff and making sure he was okay (if a lot beaten up looking), I returned home and Duty and I decided together that PDOL couldn’t stay. She already had a run-in with the neighbor dog but I thought that was about her being tired. So, this was twice in two days and that didn’t bode well for the future.
The good news is that the nice lady we got her from was able to arrange a good foster home for PDOL where there are no other pets. I think that’s gonna be a key factor in her being able to stay with someone. She had a sweet heart but just couldn’t get along with even as docile a dog as Max. Duty took her over there today and the house is somewhat back to normal. Max is looking pretty ragged but at least he’s hanging out downstairs with us now and he’s made friends with Duty again. I gave PD a big, big hug this morning and asked the angels to watch over her.
I feel like my whole world went topsy-turvey since last Friday and now, with a big, deep breath, I can return to status quo. Between the two day class in Charlottesville last week and the bad stuff with the doggies, I am exhausted. For reals, y’all. Not only that, but I sucked on my AI picks and plummeted from first place to fourth in my pool. Quelle horreur!
Will write more about the weekend after I catch my breath. It was great and I learned a lot. And let me tell you, when you’re doing a meditation about buffalo energy and you decide instead to wander off (astrally speaking), don’t be surprised when the buffalo “assists” you with getting right back into your body. Just sayin.
Hugs to my Gal for a sweet, encouraging email about PD and Max this am. Here’s a Hamster of love for you:
You may just find me looking for the purple banana soon because this being stuck in the house crap sucks! I prefer it when it is MY decision to stay in and fart around. Not so much when the decision is made for me.
SB#2 was livestreaming all 3 hours on Stephanie Miller this morning so it did give me something to do from 9-12 today and I now have a gay boyfriend from the chatroom (waves to Tim in Madison who will dress me all fancy and stuff or else share bitchy gossip with me.) After that, it was all downhill – checking weather forecasts, watching the rest of an Intervention episode from yesterday, vacuuming, watching Max brave the snow to pee … you know, fun stuff like that. At least tomorrow there’s a dim hope of getting the cars unburied and having the ban on all cars lifted so I can go out among the real world.
God help me. And shutup all you people from cities where this is a normal occurrence and you are prepared for it. This is not normal for Maryland so I can whine all I want.
This is exactly the kind of day when it’s going to be hard work holding the vibration of joy. I’m tired because I watched an episode of Intervention before going to bed (I know, what the hell was I thinking?) and then couldn’t get to sleep. After coming back downstairs, farting around online, drinking coffee (I know, what the hell was I thinking?), I finally managed to fall asleep around 2am. Woke up all groggy and blarghy.
Gal, thanks for helping me understand my weird OCD around fonts and whatnot. You’re right – my writing and presentation thereof is a reflection of me and so I want it to show on the outside how my soul really is on the inside. (Thank goodness I don’t have that same standard of measure for my cluttery house!) I spent an hour last night again futzing with templates and finally forced myself to just pick ONE and go with it. I don’t know what my issue is but I have to get past it on this.
And here’s a GRRR I encountered yesterday and was thisclose to saying something but thanks to my Angels intercession, I had to turn away and force myself to just be quiet. A client was in the office and the broker wished them Happy Holidays to which they said “I prefer to say Merry Christmas” (and honestly, WTF? How about you just be a nice person and say “the same to you” because the intent is for your happiness, mmmkay?). Evangelical Christian co-worker (the one who thinks I am the devil in disguise) says “Oh, I am so glad to hear you say that!”. I wanted to turn to both the client AND EC C-W and say “Saying Happy Holidays is a way to respect ALL faiths, not just yours which you seem to think must be followed by everyone else.” It just pissed me off. (trying hard to avert a longer rant). Damn. Must everyone be so fucking closed minded?
Long story somewhat shorter: Angels pretty much put masking tape on my mouth and said “Turn away now and just be quiet!” and so I did because while I may be Satan’s minion some days, my angels always win out.
BTW, I ate all the cookies I had left. And am 900000 pounds now.
