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)
Or is that one’s self? I don’t know. I care a little but not enough to check it out, you know?
Thanks Gal for the comment that I am a bit hard on myself. I can be, yes. More often, though, I am inclined to slack and let things just float away. That’s probably why I am so hard on myself when the time comes because I’ve gotten away with things for a long time. (That makes no sense to anyone but me, I know.)
Had a nice consultation with a medical intuitive by the name of Christopher Stewart. In case you want to know more, here’s a great page on what, exactly, a medical intuitive does. I contacted him after a referral from my coach because I was worried about something my body was doing. See, during the hub-bub of Duty’s illness, I started spotting very lightly. This is not a good sign if you’ve been in menopause as I’ve been for over six years. It’s especially worrying when one’s mother had uterine cancer that she chose to ignore until it metastasized into a breast tumor. (yes, me again)
My coach told me an interesting factoid: when one’s spouse/partner/significant other has major illnesses, it often affects the other (well) partner in their reproductive organs. Hence, the spotting.
Before anyone starts spazzing out – yes, I went to my family doc who agreed that while it’s most likely nothing to worry about, best to go see an OB/GYN to be sure. So, yes, I’ll be doing all the medical stuff in tandem with the info I got from Christopher. Continue reading »
… we grossed out the doc!
Our doctor didn't really look like this. She was prettier.
Guess where I was this weekend, four peeps of love? The Air Force Base hospital with Duty. And what a fun adventure! Why? Let me ‘splain.
So yeah. Duty mentions to me that he made a doc appointment for Friday for this weird skin tag thing on his hip. Shows it to me. EWWW. It’s nasty and it looks more like a tick than a tag. Except it was gray. And the area around it? Bruised and gross. In a word – gag. I sez to Duty “Dude? I think that’s a tick and I don’t think you should wait for Friday to have someone take a look at it.”
Duty bows down to my infinite wisdom, as usual. (/fantasy life)
But before we visit the Urgent Care facility, we must haul ass to Northern VA to meet our friends Kim & Sal for dinner. Duty sez that instead of the Urgent Care, we can just bop by Andrews Air Force Base and visit the emergency room there. Yeah, that sounds like fun, sez I (who, admittedly, had one super-fine cosmo with dinner).
After dinner, we zoom by the emergency room. Waiting is fun. Duty can sleep anywhere. Isn’t that special? Yes.
About an hour goes by when we are escorted to a room that is also shared by another patient, separated by a curtain. That’s weird. Poor person. She had EIGHT teeth removed yesterday and was in immense pain that even the percoset couldn’t touch. They called an oral surgeon to take care of her. EIGHT TEETH. No. No one will be removing eight teeth outta my head. Uh uh.
Doc finally gets to us.
(As an aside, Duty, usually one who operates on a “need to know” basis with just about everyone, decides he’s going to share his medical history with the med techs, non-docs, whomever comes around to take blood pressure, etc. He gets hella chatty when faced with medical procedures.)
I digress. As usual.
Duty rolls down his jeans and underwear and shows the doc the inflamed, tick-ish area. Doctor (AIR FORCE DOCTOR, mind) sez “Oh sir. That’s just .. gross. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that gross. Oh my. Oh sir.” and she escapes from the room.
I think Duty is rather proud of grossing out a doctor. As we wait for her to return to remove the tick, we decide that this must be blogged about and bandied back and forth about the title of it. Once we got the cadence right, we were happy.
Doc returns, remarks once more about the grossness of it (“Oh sir. I’m sorry. But that’s gross.” – this from someone that’s probably seen a dead body or two in her time, I suspect.) and gets really kind of squeamy about it.
Hell, I’m a wuss and while it squicked me out a bit, I would have just pulled that dude right off. (Tick was dead, thanks to the high chlorination of our pool when he went swimming last weekend.) We informed her that she would be blogged about and she looked … hmmm, non-plussed is a good term, I think.
They give Duty a prescription for some crap that will ward off lyme disease (a bad mo-fo if ever there was one) and …. after waiting another 70 or so hours, we were on our way, minus a tick and not much the worse for wear. Of course, whatever small buzz I had from the cosmo had long worn off and we didn’t get home until almost midnight.
But wait! There’s more on Bill and Lisa’s big adventure.
We pull up into the driveway only to see flashing police lights right behind us. Yes, folks. After all the ER trauma (okay, I exaggerate), we had to endure a cop following us into our driveway. The charge? The taillight in the car was out. No ticket. Just a lot of flashing lights at midnight in a quiet neighborhood for nothing.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Don’t you wish you lived in the fast lane like me? You know you do.
I think I will just change this to permanently Thursday since that’s the day I get around to posting them!
Health update: Mostly better – just a bit of remaining head sludge but on the upswing so YEY!
PI update: Lots of good stuff on the horizon. I hired a copywriter to redo the “About Me” page and when I gather the funds for it, she will also do the Services page. Once that’s good and strong and I port everything over to my own server (vs. having it on WordPress’s server), I’ll schedule an interview with my buddy and mentor Slade Roberson of “Shift your Spirits”. When his other student, Alex Wu wrote a review of the Professional Intuitive course, I left a comment there and on Slade’s page when he featured the article, I got a TON of hits on my site from people perusing it. So, if I do an interview with Slade, I know he will send A LOT of traffic there and I want my site to be shiny and happy.
Onto BG&D for today:
Brags: I have done some kick ass phone readings for a few peeps and they seem very pleased with them. The Guides are fun to work with and alot of information comes through. (I just have to get a recording device so I can send people the MP3s because so much DOES come through that I know they can’t take it all in.)
Grats: I am thankful that this cold is ebbing away and I am back to feeling like my regular self again. I’m neither a good nor pleasant patient.
Desires: To hold Peterbella (aka: Bozman, P Diddy, etc) when I see him this weekend. He’s my sweetie. (Now with extra acid reflux, as reported by Cousin O’Cool. Poor boohead. Meds to the rescue!!)
The 100 degree temps are over (for now) and the pool water is warmer and they are all good things.
I love this picture. Not sure why. Just do.
Hello FOUR readers (waves to Niece of Artsy-Fartsy who informed me of her diligent readership),
Just in time to go back to work, I am kicking this cold (finally). It takes a lot of work for me to even remotely stay in my damn body and being sick doesn’t help at all. Last night, though, I had the best night’s sleep in almost a week so I think we are good to go now.
J4 was nice even though I took a powder in the middle of it. I went upstairs to pet the kitties (who stayed out of the way of a 3 year old running around the table saying “Meow, meow” at them) and totally dozed off on the bed. I didn’t sleep long -maybe 30 minutes – but missed Cousin O’Love and family’s exit from the party. I think they left in a stealth fashion, if you ask me. heh Everyone else seemed to have fun, from what I can tell. It KILLED me not to hold PB (or, as they call him P. Diddy) and I tried to stay somewhat away from him. (Sobs into pillow)
I have never, ever been one to be uber-patriotic, despite my interest in politics. Just not. I have a funky issue with the need to be “the best country ever ever ever” – why can’t we just be the best America and respect the contributions of other countries as well? Why must we be the “superpower”? Hell, we can’t even take care of our own citizens and our health care system is, what? 34th in the world? That’s sad, y’all. Just sad. Maybe it’s the non-competitor in me but that whole” MUST be the best” rubs me the wrong way. I don’t care about fireworks, flag waving or anything else like that.
Well, it’s back to work for me. I got the written report of my chat with Kelly & Dave so there’s lots of meaty stuff to dig into over at PI plus must do drawing for the winner of the reading for joining my newsletter. Speaking of which, I best get on that, yo. OY! So much to do. I love it. heh
Happy Tuesday – it’s gonna be near 100 degrees today and tomorrow with no rain in sight. Summer is well and truly here.
Much love and cookies,
Snarkela
I totally feel like leftover dog poo that’s been stepped on and squished. And here’s what sucks the most: when PeterBella comes to visit today, I have to pretty much not hold him at all because I don’t want to give him my cold. Dammit. I haz a sad. I had to suck on cough drops all night just to make it through without coughing my head off. Usually, I get one cold a year so I probably shouldn’t complain (but sometimes I still do – life’s been good to me so far. (/joe walsh)).
Duty was a total sweetie yesterday and we cleaned the kitchen together (well, he did most of it, I’ll admit that). We’ve been married ten years (in September) and together for eleven and I’ve struggled to be a ‘couple’ because I’m used to just being on my own. I don’t like to ask for help – like my mother before me, I’d rather stew with resentment that no one offered – and I don’t overly like people in my space. In many ways, Duty is a good match because he’s very independent, also doesn’t like asking for help (from me) and mostly content on his own. Over the past year or so, I have learned how to open up (a bit) and allow him in (even if he does lecture me sometimes when I do) and while it’s still hard, I’m learning. Part of me envies those couples that are joined at the hip and the other part of me is totally grossed out by that. (Like those people who have email addresses with their husbands – what is wrong with you all? Email addresses are free. Get your own!)
Ahem.
Anyway, he was a help. YEY for Duty.
Wish me luck making it through the day. Maybe everyone will cut me some slack when I take a nap at the same time as Luke does, eh?
Happy J4, yo!
I wish I could slug Duty for passing on his head/chest cold to me but I can’t. It wasn’t his fault. I don’t know what it is but I am !exhausted! from doing nothing. Usually, when doing my day-to-day nothing, I am not like this. I came home, ate dinner and then fell asleep on the couch listening to Andrea Hess’s discussion about Money Mastery. There were kids in the pool outside, dogs barking, Andrea talking and I was sound asleep under a blanket. I feel a bit better now after the rest but plan to go to bed soonish so I can get some good sleeps.
Because I have stuff. to. do!! J4 Throwdown is Sunday and I have cleaning and preparing to do which I hate when I feel well much less when I am all slugged out. Where’s those damn amphetamines when you need them? Feh.
Got some really good and interesting feedback on PI from Kelly and Dave last night. They said I “have a strong blogging voice” and compared and contrasted my voice here with my voice there. Their suggestion? The voice here is my real voice and they said that PI needs a big dose of Snarkypants Lisa there. So, look for me to fully inhabit my wise but irreverent side more over there. Fear not, though. All talk of Hal & Cookie lust, random political blatherings and other crap will still be going strong here. I knew you were worried. I could feel your vibes in the air! heh
Brags: I was happy that these professionals felt that my blog was really good, laid out well and organized well. Plenty of room for improvement, of course. Also, happy to hear they thought my writing was very good. I told them that my goal there was for people to know me and feel comfortable with me because opening up to someone to help you with some pretty intimate issues involved trust. Writing is how I do that so it made me feel good that they thought I came off that way. (GO ME!)
Grats: I am thankful for something fun and cool to learn (marketing) and wrap my brain around. I don’t need to learn the intuitive part – got that down pat. But lots of other stuff to explore and have fun doing. I am, quite simply, blessed beyond measure and don’t think I don’t know that one bit.
Desires: Oh, back to the desire to fit into my clothes again. Did I do anything this week to get me closer to that? Shamefully, no. I know it’s not going to just happen out of thin (ha!) air yet I refuse to make any effort in that direction. Must have chat with self about this.
BTW, Andrea is offering the Money Mastery program for a steal ($97 vs the $297 it is usually) so if you’re interested, holla at me. I have a couple people interested in doing a Skype workshop on it with me so I can step them through how to put it to work. I can do that for you (three) also! Holla!
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