Celebrate Good Times...

Come ON!!!

Dance a little!!! Okay...a LOT!




I finally heard back from the doc's office. Results from the ultrasound were "un-remarkable." I said, "That's GOOD, right?" She says, "OH YES, that's VERY good. Everything we looked at on the ultrasound looked okay, nothing to 'remark' about."

Scared? Bet your ever-loving ASS I was...

Jumpin' up an' down for my ever-god-please-oh-please-i'm-too-fucking-young-life???

BET YOUR ASS.

GO LADY! IT'S Y'BIRFDAY!!! (it's not really my birthday, I just like saying that)

Raise the ROOF!!! YES!!! Happy dance, happy dance, HAPPY DANCE!!!!!!!!!!

I imagine my innards would look something like these:

Liver...

Liver and kidney.I'm hoping what I pulled off the 'net are HEALTHY pictures.

DAMMIT Jim, I'm an Accountant, NOT a radiologist!!!

I just feel like I can BREATHE right now. I have another week, then I get my liver enzymes checked. Bitches better NOT make my arm look like a hooker after a heroin binge like last time.

I digress...

After that, I need to get clearance from all THREE docs to get my surgery. Still drinking a TON of water, and we'll see what the blood tests say. After that, I just might be able to get the junk ripped out.

(I know that sounds crude, but at this point, come ON, I've been doing this since last OCTOBER, people!)

Keep your fingers crossed, and the prayers coming. Moms & pops are still saying they're putting me in a bubble once we get the "all clear" for surgery. LMAO. They slay me.

Happy, happy, joy, joy-joy!!!

Life Broken Down Into Segments

Actually, you can cut that sleeping shit in half and mark the new segment "Either reading or watching mindless TV while trying to shut my mind off and GET to sleep," and change the "sleeping" segment to "Tossing and turning, getting 15-20 minutes' sleep at a time."

There's gotta be a better way to relax...

I'm not allowed to take ANY kind of "PM" meds right now, nor can I put a few drinks in me. Fucking liver enzymes. Still no word from the liver guy about my ultrasound. I'm hoping to hear from them today, and hopefully they have the capability to email me the pics.

Oh, yeah, and I'm 4 days "late." Isn't THAT an ironic thought??? I'm sure it's just all the stress from all the poking/prodding/sticking I've been getting. And by sticking, I mean the needles. Get your minds out of the gutter, peeps! hee hee!

Happy Hump Day! (pun totally intended)

Tickle Me, Tech!!!

Holy MOLY!

The ultrasound went wonderfully, save for the fact that I couldn't stop giggling.

"Take a deep breath, and hold it."

"OK."

"BWAAAHHH HA HA HA HA!!!""

This is how I spent the morning. I couldn't stop apologizing to the ultrasound tech, but by the end of the session we were BOTH giggling because of how ticklish I am.

I couldn't really see the screen, which really sucked because I REALLY wanted to see what my stomach, liver, and spleen looked like. Oh well. Maybe if I ask the "liver doc" really nicely, he'll send me images via email. One can only hope, right? I'm sure you are all DYING to see me post images of my insides, right?

Mosquitoes still seem to find their way into the apartment. FORTUNATELY, one of the girls at work gave me a tube of Avon's "Skin So Soft" lotion, which also serves as a natural repellent. Between that and the flyswatter, these little bloodsucking fucks don't have a chance in hell in MY house.

Pops is still waiting to hear whether he's got to get "the shock" or not. We'll know more about that tomorrow or Wednesday.

Heroes...HOLY SHIT!!!

Wastin' Away in Margarita....I mean...Mosquitoville

These little bastards are everywhere. My doors/windows are closed up tighter than a cork on a wine bottle, but they STILL manage to get in and bite the SHIT out of me. What pisses me off the MOST is that they wait till I'm SLEEPING and can't fight them OFF! Every year they seem to get smarter.

What GIVES? I know...it's like the Island of Dr. Mosquito...they're MORPHING.

HEY! Maybe it's the MOSQUITO BITES that are making my liver enzymes so high...thoughts? Anyone? ... Bueller? Bueller?

I've been cooling the apartment down more because of them, trying to just kill them off, and sleeping undercover (just a sheet...it's a hundred-fucking-FIVE outside). My next electric bill ought to be interesting.

Pops gets to go see whether he's gotta get his heart shocked back to normal rhythm tomorrow, and I get to go see if I need a liver transplant, ha. I'm sure he won't, and I'm sure I won't. Had to make bad jokes or I'd be wigging. We were joking that we're both sick of being poked, prodded, and stuck with needles. Last blood draw for me resulted in a REALLY ugly bruise in the crook of my arm. NOT gonna let THAT chick stick me in 2 weeks, that's for sure.

MOMS looked GREAT! She really DOES, for someone who's been working so much. I'm on Pop's side., though..time to retire, dammit! (I'm like her, though..."THEN what would I do?")

Shit man...TRAVEL or live off your kids!!! :-D

Happy Monday, my peeps! I'll update ya after they stop tickling me.

Onyinywxhukqu? (yes, dear, it's real.) Otis? Oswald? Osmond? Ocunnoqhwurst? Ohcumghache? Olusijbomi? (yep, those are real, too.) Orwyn? Oswald? Owen? Orlando? O! O! Ocanigetaclue? Oicantgiveuppricelessinfo? Oiamadickhead? Give it UP!!!

The Results Are In!!!

Doc called me yesterday to let me know about my recent bloodwork...no Hep, no Mono ~ YAY!

BUT...

(ah shit, there's always a "but" these days)

My iron level is high. I don't know what that means, or what causes it, so I got online to find out.

Bad idea.

There are a zillion things that could cause a high iron content in the blood, including liver disease and a couple other diseases. I'm NOT going to freak out.

I think I'll just see what the ultrasound results say on Monday and take it from there.

Call it denial, but I'm just sick of worrying about shit that COULD happen.

Hope you're all having a good weekend! I gotta go bake 14 lbs. of beans now (yep, 14!). THAT'S gonna be cool...

Comic Relief

My parents are a riot. They are my best friends in the whole world.

Preface: Got a call from the "ultrasound scheduling people" in the EVENING, no doubt. I joked with the girl that she was there late, and she says, "oh, yeah, well, we're here till 8...unfortunately." (I have discovered that the nicer you are to these scheduling people, the quicker you seem to get in when you finally get there.)

Ultrasound on the alleged distressed liver is Monday morning. HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY! I am EXTREMELY ticklish, so this could be the laughter that is the best medicine. When the GI was feeling up my abdomen, I kept giggling. Seriously. He kept apologizing, I kept saying, "HEY, it's just who I am." GIGGLY.

Anyway, I called the 'rents to let them know...obviously they are BOTH feeling WAY better, because moms tells me that they BOTH think I should be wearing a surgical MASK anywhere I go, and pops thinks they should just put me in a bubble until my bloodwork comes back "normal."

"If you can't find some humor in adversity, you might as well give up hope." ~ ME, unless this is just a long-term historical quote that I'm plagiarizing. If so, my guess is that Eleanor Roosevelt would have said something like that. If not, then anyone...take it.

Our company picnic is this weekend. I'm hoping it's not as interesting as I think it may be...and I REALLY hope it's not going to be 102 degrees., although there may be relief if it IS hot...

Happy Weekends, kids, and for you "Muthuz" out there...Happy Mother's Day!

And Then There Were Three...

GP and GYNO, and GI...Oh MY!

New GI doc is pretty cool. VERY thorough, that's for sure, and has a GREAT bedside manner. After getting all the med history he needed and asking me a zillion questions about what's been going on the last few weeks and getting a feel for my lifestyle, he pokes, prods, tickles (not intentinally~I'm VERY ticklish) and asks more questions. He said it doesn't feel like my liver is enlarged, and my spleen feels like it's okay, but he still wants to get an ultrasound and a bunch of bloodwork to rule out Hep or Mono. He said he doesn't see any real symptoms, but hey, I know he's just being careful. I'm pretty much forbidden to take any pain meds (ugh) from here on out and SERIOUSLY have to curtail drinking any alcohol. I can pretty much kiss any real sleep goodbye until these enzymes are under control. He did pretty much concur with my theory that the combination of all the antibiotics PLUS all the Tylenol I've been taking (um...and drinking combined with taking Tylenol ~ BAD IDEA) probably were all factors as far as why the enzymes were in the 200-300 range. OH YES, people, NORMAL enzymes are within the 40-60 range. He DID give me encouragement by saying that my liver is NOT failing, it's just a little "distressed."

Say it with me now...DAYAM!!! Who THINKS about shit like that? Just a wake up call to slow down and start taking better care of my body. I sure ain't the 20-year-old my mind THINKS I am.

Whew. Now I just gotta get the test results back, then do another enzyme test in 2 weeks. THEN they might think about scheduling my surgery again. For now pain is just something I'll have to deal with. Hey. Adapt and overcome, right?

And now for some really cool pictures from Monday, waiting for court to open...b/f lives close to there, so we went over there for coffee and a little R&R before the real stress began...

Cacti are in full bloom this time of year. These are prickly pear cactus. I wish I could have gotten some good shots of the Saguaro flowers, but they were up too high. I'm only 5'1, for crying out loud! I got a shot of the lower buds, though:Okay, not the greatest, but those suckers open up into the biggest, most beautiful white flowers. Mostly they bloom at night. Now that I think of it, this isn't a saguaro, but it really DID have some pretty HUGE white flowers up high. B/F said he'd take pics for me.

Shots off the back porch. This place is GORGEOUS during early morning hours.

NO idea what this grass is called, but I've always thought it was cool looking. This could possibly be my next haircut...LOL

And THESE kids....swam right up to the shore...

Quacking their fool heads off...male & female mallards...

Acting like they OWNED the place. Check out that male on the right...I SWEAR he looks like he's smiling like Daffy Duck in this picture. They hung out on the sidewalk for a few minutes, figured they weren't getting any bread or treats, then just took off and swam back across the lake. It was REALLY cool. GOOD TIMES!

BIG sigh. The fun ain't over yet, but it's getting there.

Happy HNT, kids!