I had to go to the doc twice today. The second time was to redo some blood work they took on Friday. Apparently it wasn’t supposed to have light touch it, so they goofed. On Friday they stabbed me twice, and finally got blood on the 3rd jab, but not before they blew a vein in my right arm. Today, I should have been so lucky. They tried once to get blood from my right arm, then that girl gave up, the next dude taps the veins on my right arm and I jump. He asks if it hurts, and I explain that yes, it’s still bruised, and it’s not the Lord. He jabs the left arm once without success, and then goes and grabs some other higher-up. The usual lady who can get blood out of me is on vacation, so we haven’t got that to fall back on… This new lady tries another jab to my left arm, with no luck, and then I tell them to go for the hands. She asks if I’m sure, since it’s up to me whether or not we keep going after 3 jabs. I told them to keep going, cuz I’m not going to want to come back any other day. I have very tricky veins kids. They appear to be fat and easy, and then the tech jabs, and can’t find the damn things. So this high-up chica jabbed my hand and managed to find a vein, got her blood, and let me out of there. I walked out, using my cane, with those bright wraps on my right and left arms, and a band aid on my right hand, and told some dude in the waiting room who was looking at me “stay away from the lab…”
The reasoning behind my first appointment was even less pleasant: It’s something I (rather stupidly) have been avoiding. I knew I should get it checked, but GodDamnIt, I was scared. I had to get a breast exam because I had a lump. The doc is now sending me to get a mammogram. Not something any female wants to do. Especially since my aunt had breast cancer. It might be nothing, it might be something, I guess this is just a lot of shit to deal with all at once.
So in other news, I got my furniture on Friday, so now my place is shagadelic. That’s right, Austin “Danger” Powers gave it his stamp of approval.
MarkyMark will be coming for a visit soon. I can’t wait. I miss Mark.
InnerVoices, that's a big fat shaft. Sorry bro.
Holly, I'm down. I am totally down. And if you ever want a break, you can crash at my place as long as you need.
Much love kids, night.
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Monday, June 25, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
It's almost the weekend. Almost.
I've got a 4 day weekend coming up, and I'm going to enjoy the hell out of it. Well, I'll do the best I can from my crutches. I think it's time to go out and get trashed again, but we'll see. I didn't go out at all with StapleGun while she was here. That makes me a bit sad, she's always a blast. The timing was just never right though. Crossbow just went home to TheBay and went out with her old homies, so not sure if she'll be down. I should probably start packing my shit up, but I know I won't. I'm a bit of a procrastinator. Just a wee bit.
Look at the beauty of Mi Casa! It's the downstairs part with the open door. A big beautiful beauty. June first that new house is mine kids! I don't have words to convey just how happy this makes me. And I know the place isn't new; it's actually rather old, but that's part of its charm. This will be the first place that's mine and only mine. I have no idea what I'm going to do with 3 freakin bedrooms, Lord knows I don't have enough furniture to fill it... Me and Hefe have joked about him moving in with me, but I doubt that'll happen. He's got his own place, and I know he needs his space sometimes. Hell, so do I. Plus, he's still my boss. Such things are frowned upon at my work. Actually, they're not so much frowned upon as downright forbidden. And since I kick it with everyone I work with, I doubt such thing would stay a secret. If only MarkyMark could relocate. That would make everything perfect. 
Plus, I'd then have custody of PieCat, since she resides with MarkyMark. God I miss that cat. She's my sweet little girl. That's PieCat with a ginormous Teddy Bear I may or may not have bought for MarkyMark one Valentine's before I was informed that MarkyMark strongly dislikes stuffed animals. But MarkyMark still has it, 2 years later... That's love. Or something.
Garbage is releasing a Best Of cd mid June, and I'm so getting it. It's going to have one (or was it two?) new song(s), a DVD of a bunch of the songs live, and, of course, the best shite they've ever released (according to some network exec who's probably never listened to them in his life...)
And my girls The Donnas are releasing a new CD sometime this summer. This is a good year musically kiddies. For me anyway.
I've got to go. My knee's tweakin like a mother-fucker, and I need to go ice it (Ice ice baby). If only my painkillers didn't make me so damn loopy, then I might still be taking them.
Look at the beauty of Mi Casa! It's the downstairs part with the open door. A big beautiful beauty. June first that new house is mine kids! I don't have words to convey just how happy this makes me. And I know the place isn't new; it's actually rather old, but that's part of its charm. This will be the first place that's mine and only mine. I have no idea what I'm going to do with 3 freakin bedrooms, Lord knows I don't have enough furniture to fill it... Me and Hefe have joked about him moving in with me, but I doubt that'll happen. He's got his own place, and I know he needs his space sometimes. Hell, so do I. Plus, he's still my boss. Such things are frowned upon at my work. Actually, they're not so much frowned upon as downright forbidden. And since I kick it with everyone I work with, I doubt such thing would stay a secret. If only MarkyMark could relocate. That would make everything perfect. 
Plus, I'd then have custody of PieCat, since she resides with MarkyMark. God I miss that cat. She's my sweet little girl. That's PieCat with a ginormous Teddy Bear I may or may not have bought for MarkyMark one Valentine's before I was informed that MarkyMark strongly dislikes stuffed animals. But MarkyMark still has it, 2 years later... That's love. Or something.Garbage is releasing a Best Of cd mid June, and I'm so getting it. It's going to have one (or was it two?) new song(s), a DVD of a bunch of the songs live, and, of course, the best shite they've ever released (according to some network exec who's probably never listened to them in his life...)
And my girls The Donnas are releasing a new CD sometime this summer. This is a good year musically kiddies. For me anyway.I've got to go. My knee's tweakin like a mother-fucker, and I need to go ice it (Ice ice baby). If only my painkillers didn't make me so damn loopy, then I might still be taking them.
Friday, May 18, 2007
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Good morning boys and girls. Today we're going to talk about me. Like that's something out of the ordinary...
I just got a fantabulousa phone call kiddies. The 3 bedroom place a block from Starbucks that I looked at a couple weeks ago is mine! BwaHaHaHa. I'm so stoked. This is the first place I actually filled out the app for, and I get it! I just have to go meet with the LandladyChica and sign some paperwork. Never mind that they think Hefe is my boyfriend (well, he looked at the place with me, and we've both been calling them to find out what's up, so I suppose I can understand.)
Today's my first day drug-free. I know the day's not nearly over yet, but the morning is when I usually reach for the pill bottle, and I haven't yet. Yea me!
At my Post-Op Monday I discovered that they did indeed snip off a little chunk of my meniscus, and did a "lateral release" on my tendon (this little release will let my kneecap go back where it's supposed to).
Hefe just called and said he's down to go with me to sign my paperwork whenever the chica said. (Not that he's signing with me. Just, I still can't drive yet, so I'm still bumming rides.)
Dudes, Ms Dewey is the best site ever. It's an interactive search engine and I love it! I just like killing time clicking "Best of Dewey." Go check it out.
My knee is really nasty looking, the skin is hella irritated. But I'm going to be nice and not post a picture of that because, well, some people blog during lunch, and that picture and lunch would not work out very well.
StapleGun is gone again, and she will be missed. Her SignificantOther flew into town yesterday, and they took off for a quick visit to San Fran, and then a major roadtrip to Texas. Hawaiian doesn't think StapleGun and S/O will last and we even placed a wager on it. Maybe Hawaiian's just a romantic pessimist... Or maybe I'm overyly optimistic in a totally delusional way. Who knows. I think StapleGun and the S/O are good together, but hey, whatever.
It's shower time kids, we'll see how that works out. If I fall down and bust a hip, don't be all "I told you so." It's more polite to just point and laugh.
I just got a fantabulousa phone call kiddies. The 3 bedroom place a block from Starbucks that I looked at a couple weeks ago is mine! BwaHaHaHa. I'm so stoked. This is the first place I actually filled out the app for, and I get it! I just have to go meet with the LandladyChica and sign some paperwork. Never mind that they think Hefe is my boyfriend (well, he looked at the place with me, and we've both been calling them to find out what's up, so I suppose I can understand.)
Today's my first day drug-free. I know the day's not nearly over yet, but the morning is when I usually reach for the pill bottle, and I haven't yet. Yea me!
At my Post-Op Monday I discovered that they did indeed snip off a little chunk of my meniscus, and did a "lateral release" on my tendon (this little release will let my kneecap go back where it's supposed to).
Hefe just called and said he's down to go with me to sign my paperwork whenever the chica said. (Not that he's signing with me. Just, I still can't drive yet, so I'm still bumming rides.)
Dudes, Ms Dewey is the best site ever. It's an interactive search engine and I love it! I just like killing time clicking "Best of Dewey." Go check it out.
My knee is really nasty looking, the skin is hella irritated. But I'm going to be nice and not post a picture of that because, well, some people blog during lunch, and that picture and lunch would not work out very well.
StapleGun is gone again, and she will be missed. Her SignificantOther flew into town yesterday, and they took off for a quick visit to San Fran, and then a major roadtrip to Texas. Hawaiian doesn't think StapleGun and S/O will last and we even placed a wager on it. Maybe Hawaiian's just a romantic pessimist... Or maybe I'm overyly optimistic in a totally delusional way. Who knows. I think StapleGun and the S/O are good together, but hey, whatever.
It's shower time kids, we'll see how that works out. If I fall down and bust a hip, don't be all "I told you so." It's more polite to just point and laugh.
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