Sunday, December 16, 2007

Happy Fucking Blizzard!!!

Ok, so maybe it's not technically a blizzard, but the sky shit out a LOT of snow last night. It's actually still doing it. This morning, Greg went and cleaned my car off for me. He opened the door to leave for work about 5 minutes later and I asked him if he had cleaned my car off or had gotten too cold. he said he'd cleaned it, but you couldn't tell AT ALL. Later, I went out to start my car and went back inside for about 5 minutes. When I went back out, you couldn't even tell that I had been outside. This should make picking the kidling up from his dad's an interesting experience. o_O

I'm not fond of snow. AT. ALL.

I'm getting a bit antsy about the laprascopy. Just about 4 days away! I'm looking forward to it simply cuzz for those few hours I'll be under anesthetic, I won't be in any pain. I'll finally be comfortable and just be asleep. I honestly cannot remember the last time I was simply comfortable. I can't sit on the couch and find a comfortable position. I can't lay down in bed and find a comfy spot and just fall asleep. Hell, I can't even sleep through the night. (I've always said that I have insomnia at times, but I used to be able to sleep with the help of a few pills. Now? Not so much) Even when I was pregnant I could get comfortable most of the time. It's so frustrating.

I'm nervous about the laprascopy cuzz I'm betting that they're going to tell me that everything looked "normal". I don't know what the hell I'll do if they say that. Five years of being in pain. 3 years of being told that it was PCOS causing it. A few months of being able to say that it could be endometreosis. If they don't see anything it'll be like they've just been lying to me this whole time. Or that I'm full of the crazy. Actually, I'm thinking it'll be more like I'm full of the crazy. People go into doctor's offices all the time, bitching and moaning about some problem or another and they are perfectly fine. Hypochondria I think is the term for it? Anyway, whenever I would tell my mom that I thought there was something wrong with me when I was younger, she would tell me I was a hypochondriac and that I was fine. Except she was wrong. (Those are stories for a different blog ramble, though.) I loathe being told that I'm imaging that there's something wrong with me. And I really think that's what's going to end up happening. Of course, I'll have to schedule an appointment and wait two weeks to be told all this, which means I get to go out of my mind worrying about it for just a little while longer. Yee ha!

I wonder how much snow is gonna be on the ground when the sky stops shitting on us. I think we've got about 6 inches or so on the ground already. It's definitely made things interesting road wise. And since ambulances drive on the road, it's reeking havoc on my response times. Meh. It's too be expected in weather like this and it's even MORE expected considering that we're in Flint. I swear, the people that are responsible for plowing and throwing salt on the roads are completely devoid of any and all common sense. On my way into work this morning, the roads appeared to not have been touched by a plow at all. Ok, I can see how that could happen what with the snow falling down like it was racing, but when I saw 4 snowplows in a line going down the road, I figured that it wasn't the snow's fault, but possibly that of the road crews. They went down one street, completely in one line all nice and orderly like. Then they turned to the left and went over the bridge and onto a different street, still all nice and orderly. Uh... Wow? The ginormous snow drift they left behind almost killed my car. Idiots. If they are gonna plow together, you'd think that they could try and plow ALL of the street maybe? Maybe?

Bah. I think I'll read the paper. Or eat some chicken noodle soup. Man... I've been living on coup, water and pickles for weeks (for some reason that's all I've been craving) and yet the weight, it doesn't move. Long as it doesn't move UP, I guess I can deal with that.

4 comments:

Cricket said...

We only got rain, I guess. Boy, am I thankful. Greg is a sweetie for cleaning off your car, even if it didn't take.

Good luck this week. Your biggest fear came true on my 2nd lap when the doctor only took 45 minutes in surgery total and pronounced me endo free. Man, that was unsettling.

Doctors have reacted to me strangely in the past when I practically cheered at finally getting a firm diagnosis. See, if you're not a hypochondriac, then on the flip side your strange person who is happy to be sick! Bah! I think it is fine to be relieved at getting a diagnosis after a lot of pain and agony.

May you receive a diagnosis.

Becky said...

I'm so sorry that you're so worried about the lap not finding anything. I don't blame you. It's like having hypothyroidism and being chunky: the MD's are likely to just tell you to "eat better" than take you seriously. Pain is like that.

It's weird when you think about WANTING something to be wrong with you, but I completely understand.

brite69 said...

I've had doctors tell me the same thing about my weight when THEY decide that I'm not eating properly or if I can't take the meds they want me to. The doctor that diagnosed me with PCOS actually told me that she would no longer treat me cuzz I couldn't take the Glucophage with out getting ill. The family doc that I had who got deported used to comment on how I needed to eat better and couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that I LOVE salads and pretty much eat salads constantly. She would tell me that if that were true, I wouldn't have weight issues and would completely ignore the fact that PCOS causes weight gain.

Cricket said...

Oh yeah, unearned weight gain. I'm queen.

Just stopping by to tell you I am thinking of you this week. I hope it goes well, whatever that can be defined as.

Glad to see you and Becky hooked up. I knew it'd be a good union.