Doc's office called me today. I'm officially hemochromatosis FREE (look the shit up~ it's frightening, but not contagious), meaning my iron level is NORMAL and my liver is probably nothing to worry about.
He still wants me to re-take all the tests in two weeks, but I'm not worried. THIS means that if the NEW tests come back normal, I can reschedule the ripitouttame. I've only been waiting in pain for the better part of a YEAR, thank you very much. SHEESH.
One of my best friends is leaving for Jamaica, MON, for her cousin's wedding. I'm jealous as HELL. A week on the beach down there with a big ol' fattie, an umbrella drink, and snorkeling with an underwater camera (not to mention a hot snorkle guide) would be just the thing for me right now. Hell, a DAY at ANY beach like that would be therapeutic. Maybe I'll just drive to the nearest waterslide park this weekend and pretend. Waterslides are like roller-coasters to me...I get those "giggly" butterflies and laugh my ass off all the way down.
Speaking of roller coasters, b/f is back on his. Honestly, I am really getting tired of his "A certain thought process comes to mind" speak when things don't go "his" way. Shut the fuck UP, I GET it. If you HATE it, DON'T DO IT and fucking FIND something you CAN deal with, job-wise. JESUS. Flip fucking BURGERS for all I care. MAKE YOURSELF FUCKING HAPPY for Christ on a stairstepper. Shit man, FUCK! DEEAALL with life for once. Quit being such a SPOILED BRAT and SUCK IT UP, dammit! Don't be a PUSSY!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, he's got me rethinking the whole "us" thing, too...we've been on-again/off-again, anyway. More off than on. I got better things to do than worry about whether someone is gonna fuckin' kill themselves.
And that's all I gotta say about that.
Pop's heart is now too slow, so they've got him off most of the meds. He's sluggish, dizzy, and has to wait for HIS doc to check test results. I am really worried.
Happy hump day!