Posts Tagged ‘sick’

It really is!  lol

When I went to bed last night/this morning I was sure today I would awake and endure the most productive of days.  Ha, the silly things one dreams of.  Oh well, a girl can dream can’t she? 

I ended yesterday at some point, I’m really not sure when since I awoke around 3ish this morning.  I awoke, sitting in my recliner with my phone firmly stuck to my face.  I remember talking to my Dad, more listening to him as he set up his new computer.  I do not remember him completing his task, nor do I remember anyone saying goodbye.  Sorry Dad.

I can say that these crappy Panasonic cordless phones CAN withstand several hours of slobber submersion.  Kewl.  LOL

When I woke up this morning, like really woke up, I sat up and felt that little wave of nausea I feel every morning before I get me bearings.  No I’m not preggers, I have a waterbed so every morning is filled with just a moment of “sea sickness” until my eyes adjust to the darkness and my mind realizes where I am and why I am swaying about.   Only this morning, that little bit of nausea did not go away.  Instead I found myself hugging the can, first thing this morning.  Then, as I came out of the bathroom, I saw the clock and I realized we had overslept.  ‘Then I turned around and had to hug the can again. 

Great.

The chances of having a productive day today were now only a distant, faded, and hazy memory.  You can’t have a productive day when you are already starting out 2 hours behind schedule.  You can’t have a productive day when you are having to go about it sans coffee.. {I’d rather not enjoy my favorite morning beverage on the Exit, kwim?}  You can’t have a productive day when your stomach feels like you accidently ate a few football players and a rabid wolverine and they are all have a game of  “Catch me if you can” meets “Summerslam 1998”.  I was sure today was going to suck.  Why not, who am I to try to buck the norm and expect a productive day?  A day of setting goals and actually attaining them.  A day of “job well done” and self accolades.   Today was not going to be the day of “change”.  Not for me.

The hubs took the kids to school for me this morning.  That was a +.

I did check email, and chat for just a sec with the kimmers.  I’m convinced she retaliated my voodoo doll attack on her and thus is why my stomach was refusing to hold down even water. 

*On the side, while I’m thinking it.  Owning a waterbed is like the WORST idea on the planet.  This fact becomes apparent only on those days such as today when thy stomach is enjoying it’s own version of vertigo and every flip and wave causing any food in thy tum to put on its very own show of lively acrobatics and competitive diving.

After my email check, I went back to aforementioned *bad idea* and managed to sleep until nearly 2pm.

The kids are home from school now, and here I sit.  Back in the recliner that started it all, and wondering if there is any soup in the pantry.  Soup sounds divine.  Soup sounds calming.  Soup sounds soothing.  Soup sounds nice.

I believe I will have to save those “Intentions” for another day.
Perhaps tomorrow.  *hint hint*

Here’s hoping you had a semi-productive day.  Or at least one a smidge better then mine.

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today, im just a girl… sittin here starin at my phone…waitin for the dr to call with my biopsy results…torn between hoping they are positive or hoping they are negative.  strange, right?  who wants positive biopsy results?  well, today, i would take it.  i would take anything.  anything is better then nothing.  i am tired of not knowing.  knowing would be the first step in not being sick all the time.  the first step in getting my life back!

i keep getting emails and comments wondering what  i found out at the dr.  so far, NOTHING!

the first trip was a general “looksy” and a full panel of blood work, including hormones and thyroid.  thats it.  pretty much the dr saying “hmmm, yep something is wrong but i have no idea what so lets throw some darts at this dart board and see what we hit”  so that day they sucked out like 10 tubes of blood and sent me on my way to come back another day.  just got the bill for that and um  that lil visit was $700+.  yikes!  thats a lot of money for an “i dont know”

on trip 2 i got my blood test results.  everything was normal.  huh?  hormones normal, thyroid normal.  blood pressure was high but she was concerned that my “blood count” was only 7 when it should be a 12.  I do NOT know “what” blood count, she didnt say.  since my bloodworking dart did not hit on anything specific, she decided to do a  ultrasound and a pap smear, which were totally normal so she decided a biopsy of my uterine wall would reveal the answer because it was the only other thing she knew to check.

she was supposed to call friday or yesterday with my test results.  she did not call.  so this morning i called them.  i was put on hold and then told the dr would rather speak to me herself and would call me back later today. hmmm.  is that good or bad?

if she calls back and says she STILL has no idea, what then?  i’m thinking really i should be trying to find a different dr.  but how do you even do that?  im not a dr kind of person.  we dont have a family physician, i dont go to the dr.  i have to be dying to go to the dr.  really!  how do you pick a dr?  how do you know you are seeing the right kind of dr? 

sigh.

today i’m just a girl impatiently waiting a phone call.  the phone call that will reveal the process that will become my near future.  ring phone.  phone, ring.  ring.  ring dammit…

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