Friday, February 23, 2007

Weird things happen to me A LOT
It's true. Something weird will happen to me or to someone I'm very close to at LEAST once a week. This is, by far, one of the weirdest things I've had happen.

So, I'm sitting on the couch, playing Zelda cuzz it has become my crack. My phone rang. I looked at the front and noticed it was an 800 number. Since it's after 9PM, I knew it couldn't be a bill collector or anything like that, so I figured it might be someone I know calling me with a calling card or something. My gramma does that sometimes, so it's not unheard of.

I answer the phone and it's obviously a recording. I caught it mid-sentence. The dude was saying something about how he thought that I worked too hard and that I needed a break.

Uh... Yeah, I do kinda need a break, but how the fuck does this recording know that?

As I continue to listen, Mr. Recording Dude tells me that he hears I am a doctor. He likes that. He tells me he's going to get his stethescope. Then he starts talking all seductive, telling me that I work too hard and that he knows an isolated island in the Bahamas and that I will have servants and he'll be there, waiting to massage me and check me out with his stethescope, so I don't have to be the doctor for once. He told me that he couldn't wait to see me naked in the sun.


I seriously think I was just prank called by a phone sex recording. He was going into details when I hung up the phone.

Weird, huh?


Back to Zelda.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Heh. So, after 2 weeks and deciding to say fuck the gmail account I have and creating a different account, I've been able to log into my blog. How awesome for me. o_O

So... Let's see. There's been a shit ton of stuff I've wanted to update about, but couldn't. Let's see if I can condense it.

~New cat. She is a little black fluffball of energy called Sneezer Marie. She sneezes ALL.THE.TIME. And all my cats have to have a middle name for reasons I can't name. She seems to be agreeable with the name and, really, she doesn't have much of a say in it. :-P Greg wanted to name her BJ, but I immediately vetoed that. It seems that in the 2 years we've been together, he still hasn't grasped the fact that my mind has taken permanent residence in the gutter. To me, and the majority of my friends, BK = Blow.job and I wasn't havin that. In his innocent mind, he thought BJ would stand for Baby Jr. When I looked at him and said blow.job, he blushed and giggled.

~My uncle almost died this week. He had a pretty massive heart attack. Massive enough that, even though there was a cardiac ambulance ready and waiting at the hospital he was at in Mt. Pleasant, he had to be flown by helicopter to Covenant in Saginaw. Since Covenant decided to be assholes and wait 24 hrs to do anything, I was pretty irate and panicky. Honestly, if someone NEEDS to be flown in by helicopter cuzz their condition is THAT dire, wouldn't it seem like a no brainer to think they'd have some kind of priority? I guess only people who THINK would come to that conclusion. My mom went to the hospital that night and the next day and asked when my uncle was even going to SEE a doctor and they had the balls to tell her that there were more "emergent patients" that needed to be seen first. *insert confused face here* Even if I didn't work in EMS, I feel safe in believing that I would know that any patient that needs flown in is emergent and shouldn't be made to wait 24 hours before seeing a doctor. Yeah. He waited 24 hrs before he even SAW A DOCTOR. (So, I might still be a little pissy) Anyway, he had a heart cath and it showed that his entire anterior wall is blocked and there's another blockage, I forget where, that's blocked 50%. Instead of keeping him there or transferring him out to another hospital for surgery, they discharged him. My mom's hoping to get him to come down here.

~I get to speak to my doctor about testing me for ovarian cancer on Monday. This is stemming from me reading and freaking myself out. I'm sure I more than likely do not have cancer, but when you read a list of symptoms and realize you have all but 2, ya tend to wonder a bit. When you read that in the majority of cases, digestive and urinary problems are diagnosed before anyone even THINKS to test for cancer, you kind of start to freak, especially if you've just been diagnosed with both. Then you push yourself over the edge when you read that the majority of cases are not caught early due to patients not being forceful enough when requesting things be done or when describing symptoms that have been around for a while and have been worsening. 4 years. I've been dealing with this shit for 4 years and not once have I ever had an MRI, CAT scan or my CA 125 levels tested. By all accounts, these tests SHOULD have been done at some point. So, cue me freaking out. Again, I'm next to positive that I do not have cancer, but with the reading and the family history and the holy--shit-that-sounds-just-like-me, I'm kinda paranoid.

I think that's pretty much it. I may or may not have completely killed my friendship with Becky. See, she came up to darts the other night in tears cuzz her water meter was broken and the company wanted to charge her $185 to fix it. I offered to pay for it, but she needed to pay me back. Then she broke down and told me that she was $1300 behind in rent. Well, I'm a very generous person when I'm drinking. I like to make everyone happy cuzz if everyone else is happy, I'll stay happy. Without consulting Greg or thinking about it much, I told Becky to just move back in. Well, last night, I had to have her check and see if the other option she'd been given was still open. My mom and my brother kinda both dumped on me that they might not have places to stay here soon. Now, the brother, is ALWAYS on the verge of not having a place to stay. I think that has something to do with being 21 and next to no job experience, but I could be wrong. My mom has run into some issues with cars and rent increases and more money being spent on gas to get to a job than is what actually being brought home from said job. So, if it comes down to it, I will have my whole family in my little place. That will make 6 people and 3 cats in a 3 bedroom place. Could be interesting if it actually falls into place. So, with that being said, I had to see if Becky could move in somewhere else. I know she's pissed. I'm sure she probably feels slighted since when I left my ex-husband, she let Alex, Harley and me move in at a moments notice. But, what do you do with this situation? Someone is gonna be pissed off regardless of the choice.

My work schedule has finally gone back to normal. After working 7 days a week for just over 3 months, I am MORE than willing to be unemployed for a bit. I told Greg he needs to hurry up and start making more money so I can do the stay-at-home thing. I'm not sure if I'd be able to do that and stay sane, but I am MORE than willing to try. And I know he'd like to be able to make enough money for me to try it. Oh well. Maybe one day.

And that's pretty much it. I feel like I've just written a book! Oh well, I guess that's what happens when you can't access something for a little bit. :-P

I almost forgot to update about what went down with the bank account. That company wound up cashing the other two checks and haven't done anything else since then. My aunt want to wait and see what happens until she can come home in either March or April. If there's no other intrusion until then, we can just wait until that point to switch everything to another account, which will be slightly easier than having to try and fax all the paperwork back and forth between here and Japan. So far, everything's been going smoothly with it, so I'm crossing my fingers that it'll be done and over with. I'm not gonna hold my breath for that, though.