This is just for Adam... so you can keep up with my life... (as if you didn't get too much of it anyway) *grin*
I went to the doctor today (wonderful way to spend the latter part of my Veteran's Day holiday), and found out:
* that I still need to get that mammogram, which is likely to run me between $1000 and $1500 and I would have to take out my nipple rings (no biggie really except for the tediousness of taking them out and putting them back in) and I wouldn't be able to get my sternum anchors until after getting the mammogram... which I'm going to continue to put off because of the price
* I have to get my heart checked, because my pulse is consistently too fast
* the doctor is still convinced that I have lyme disease only now she is going to refuse to write me prescriptions for my birth control if I continue to not fill the prescriptions that she has been writing me (my mom works for her... so she thinks she can do that.... I think I can start seeing another doctor)
* that I really should have signed up for health benefits during open enrollment earlier this year
So after the appointment, I was feeling pretty shitty. And being that I had the day off, and was actually in town at a reasonable hour (because I work in BFE and it takes for-fucking-ever to drive home every day...) I had made plans two weeks ago to get the first in my series of previously mentioned sternum anchors done today... but apparently the piercers took the day off too. So my frustration level increased some more.
Aside from that, today was acceptable. I got all my grading done finally, but I haven't been able to enter grades yet... and I did absolutely no planning as I should have. Truthfully, this weekend has been pretty unproductive, except for the fun-having and a whole lot of puking. I have learned my lesson about Tequila. Apparently, two vodkas and three shots of tequila make me all sick feeling and weepy. It wasn't pretty. But I did look cute (for the part that I wasn't laying in the grass outside the bar) and I did do quite of bit of dancing... which is sort of unprecidented. Thanks to the various people who helped me get home. Now I remember why I don't like to drink. Ugh! At least I don't get hangovers.... probably purely because I always puke.... sorry... too much information I'm sure.
I went to the doctor today (wonderful way to spend the latter part of my Veteran's Day holiday), and found out:
* that I still need to get that mammogram, which is likely to run me between $1000 and $1500 and I would have to take out my nipple rings (no biggie really except for the tediousness of taking them out and putting them back in) and I wouldn't be able to get my sternum anchors until after getting the mammogram... which I'm going to continue to put off because of the price
* I have to get my heart checked, because my pulse is consistently too fast
* the doctor is still convinced that I have lyme disease only now she is going to refuse to write me prescriptions for my birth control if I continue to not fill the prescriptions that she has been writing me (my mom works for her... so she thinks she can do that.... I think I can start seeing another doctor)
* that I really should have signed up for health benefits during open enrollment earlier this year
So after the appointment, I was feeling pretty shitty. And being that I had the day off, and was actually in town at a reasonable hour (because I work in BFE and it takes for-fucking-ever to drive home every day...) I had made plans two weeks ago to get the first in my series of previously mentioned sternum anchors done today... but apparently the piercers took the day off too. So my frustration level increased some more.
Aside from that, today was acceptable. I got all my grading done finally, but I haven't been able to enter grades yet... and I did absolutely no planning as I should have. Truthfully, this weekend has been pretty unproductive, except for the fun-having and a whole lot of puking. I have learned my lesson about Tequila. Apparently, two vodkas and three shots of tequila make me all sick feeling and weepy. It wasn't pretty. But I did look cute (for the part that I wasn't laying in the grass outside the bar) and I did do quite of bit of dancing... which is sort of unprecidented. Thanks to the various people who helped me get home. Now I remember why I don't like to drink. Ugh! At least I don't get hangovers.... probably purely because I always puke.... sorry... too much information I'm sure.
zetamale:
To know that I've been the catalyst to bring this story of ailment and regurgitation to the masses, it... it just fills me with pride!