Damn I am GOOOOOOD. No really. I am super excellent. Awesome even.
I called the theater today and gave them a link to my post. Heh. I did it just for shits and giggles. And cus I was board. But then, some hot shot dude (Can you be a hot shot if you work at the El Cheapo Theater?) called me back and said that there was a pair of tickets to One Missed Call waiting for us and he was sorry for the inconvenience! I just about died laughing! I seriously enjoyed telling him that that Friday night was the last night (*sob*) me and hubs would be out, together, for the eight weeks because our baby sitters ditched us for Arizona and that his tickets were useless and no I would not remove a post that puts ME in a bad light, not them. For Christ Sake. I didn’t even NAME them!
Ahnnyway. Guess I’m not banned anymore. Oh Hey! Hubs brought home supper and an ice cream cake for Valentines so I didn’t have to cook. Now If only I could teach the dog to do dishes, I’d be set!
My ultrasound appointment, you ask? She flat out refused to give me a picture of Boob Baby Bekah AND they sprung a surprise mammogram on me. This is bad, becuase if you know in advance and avoid all caffeine, a mammogram causes a slight discomfort. But. If you don’t know it is coming and start drinking Java at six that morning, dammit, that shit hurts!
She said my Doc will have the results of both tests in the next 24 hours. Will do my best to keep you informed!
You see, the problem is I am a closet hypochondriac. Here’s a great example. I was 14 weeks pregnant with my first son and did not know becuase I had convinced myself I had Colon Cancer. Yea. (Actually, the symptoms are pretty similar. Kinda) So, when something goes wrong in my body, I try and ignore it in hopes that I am imagining it and it will go away.
This seldom works. Luckily, My doctor is an awesome guy who is more than willing to deal with my issues. Except this time my issues were not in my head. He found the lump in my breast in under two seconds - which is pretty good seeing as his search area was a full sized C cup and I had neglected to get a grid pattern tattooed on beforhand.
He is confidant that it is a cyst becuase my breast’s are fiborocystic (sp?) in the first place, but he is not willing to take the chance that it is just a cyst and has made an appointment for me to have an ultrasound done on my breast. The appointment is 10:15, Valentines Day.
I think it is rather odd that my two appointments - both concerning cancer- bracket the anniversary of my mothers death from cancer.
I am going to try and convince the ultrasound technition to print out a picture of my boob baby for me to take home. The hubs thinks it is unlikely she will do it, but I figure it can’t hurt to try.
What do you think of the name Bekah?
So I got the results of my blood tests back today. Sorta. There was not much they were willing to tell me over the phone.
They do know it is not my thyroid. And that the problem is with my heart. Or more to the point, how my heart pumps blood.
Not going to say much more on this topic, at least not until I know more about it.
Monday I have to schedule a few tests and we will plan from there.
I was sitting there, minding my own business (which translates loosely to “losing at solitaire”) when he walked in. He specifically asked “How are you doing today?”
“Actually, I feel horrible, I think I’m falling apart, but, hey, thanks for asking” Then I turned off my iPod and took off my shirt.
He took me by the hand and laid me down on the bed and started to fondle my chest with his stethoscope, and then sat me up and started to bang me with his big, hard hammer, after that, he asked me to open wide and filled my mouth with wood.
Then we just sat and talked for a bit. It was nice.
Not many guys just want to talk anymore.
Pee ess: He sent me for some blood work. He hopes it is my thyroid. If it isn’t, I have to see a neurologist. The lab tech said to call in two days.
Pee pee ess: My doctor is hot.
