The mexican line

My son's Jr. high has a serious problem.  The lunch food is too good. 

I know what your thinking....since when is a school lunch good?

It's so good that the lunch lines are extremely long.  Some of the 8th graders have to stand in line the whole lunch period and then have to gobble their lunch down quickly before the bell rings.

My son?  He's got a system.

The other day, we were talking about his lunch period.  He was telling me how the lines were long.  Apparently the 7th graders get out for lunch 10 minutes earlier, but now that the quarter is ending the 8th graders will get to be the ones getting out earlier.  It's a HUGE deal, if you happen to be in 8th grade.

My son was telling all about this when he started telling me his system for getting through the line quicker.

It involves cutting in line.  heh!

Anyway, he's telling me his method and he says to me that the mexican line is shorter.

Whaaaa???? HUH????

The mexican line?

I couldn't believe they had a line just for the mexicans.  What is this world coming to?

My son, on the other hand, couldn't figure out what I was talking about.  He just stared at me. 

Finally, he says to me, "Mom, the mexican line is for mexican FOOD, not people.  And the mexican food is not as good as the pasta."

Oh.

When he told me that I just couldn't stop laughing.  I can't believe I thought there was a line just for the mexicans.  D'oh!

I won't go into his system because, like I said, it involves cutting the line, but he assures me that right now he has a much better plan for getting through the line.

He helps his friend that has a broken leg.  Broken legs get you to the front...along with your helper.

Ahhhh, my son.  He just cracks me up!

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The results are IN!

The results came back fine with the ct scan.  The doc said there was nothing wrong with my head and I said he better check again.  I'm not right in the head...but I've known that since I was little.  It's just nothing they can see on a scan...HA!

Since I've gotten the results I feel much better!  I used to think I handled stress nicely, now a days, not so much.  So, now that I'm not stressing about brain cancer, I can stress about stomach cancer or liver cancer.  Or.....maybe I can stop worrying about my health and start enjoying my life. Hmmm, could that really happen?

In other news, I just finished reading all the Harry Potter books (again) and oh how I love them so.  I've actually been spending the last couple of days just thinking about Harry and his friends and how or what they should have done different at the final battle against You-Know-Who.  I love books that keep me thinking days and even weeks after.  BTW, if you have only watched the movies you are totally missing out.  The movies are ok, but the books ROCK! 

Now that I've finished I need something new to read.  If you ask what kind of books I like I can't tell you.  I like all kinds!  The only kind I'm not really into is Sci-Fi. 

What are you reading?  Anything I might like?  I need something new to sink my teeth into.

I've been sitting here trying to figure out what else to write about and I've got nothing.  That's how boring my life is right now.  Although I need to figure out what to do with myself, right now, boring is kind of nice.

I'll try to be more entertaining next time.

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ct scan

Yesterday I had the CT scan.  I survived!!!

CT scans are so much easier than the MRI.  I KNOW, MRI's give more detail, but I doubt there is anything to find, so I'm not really worried.

I will say though, they had to put some dye in my veins.  OUCH! 

See, ever since the BC, they can't use my left arm for blood, for IV's or for blood pressures.  This is because they took a lymph node from that side when I had my surgery. Problem is, my right arm does NOT have the good veins.

The result?  Nice big bruise on my arm.

Whatever....I'm just glad the whole stupid thing is over.  I won't find out the results until Monday, but I am pretty sure that it's a whole pile of nothing, so I'm just ready to move on to the next thing.

What is the next thing?  That is the million dollar question.

I don't think I'm handling my life very well right now.  I might need some help with that.

Of course that would involve finding out what my insurance covers and then finding someone good around here and then actually making an appointment.

Um, yeah, just typing that sentence made me tired.

I prefer the "bury my head in the sand" method of living right now.  I'm just floating through life, mostly on the sofa. 

I'm fine though.  I always muddle through.  And Bossman has been really sweet to me.  The other night I was super hot....the weather has been in the 90's around here lately....and I laid naked on the bed.  Bossman brought out some powder and turned off the lights.  By the dim light of his cell phone (what?  doesn't everyone use their phones for light sources?) he proceeded to powder me down.  It was so sweet and wonderful to just lay there and be.  I somehow found the way to shut my brain off and just enjoyed the touch of my husbands hand.

It was nice.

Just what the doctor ordered........


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Friday Fail

A couple of weeks ago, I went to my oncologist for a routine check up.  I go every 3 months.  I told my onco about the dizzy spells and the vertigo.  He proceeded to ask 20 questions to find out if there was anything else going on.  THEN, he said he would like me to have an MRI, just to be sure. 

Anytime you are diagnosed with cancer, you have to be prepared to always have that in the back of your mind, even when you are finished with treatments.

Have you ever had an MRI?

I had one last year on my neck and although it was a little claustrophobic, I managed to survive.

This time, not so much.

Friday morning, Bossman and I went to the hospital for the test.  I was trying really hard to remind myself that it wasn't so bad and I'd be done in no time and I shouldn't be worried.

I left Bossman in the waiting room and I went with the tech.  I thought I would have to take off all the metal stuff, like last time.  The tech said I didn't need to as only my head was going in.  I really thought this wasn't going to be bad.

She had me lay on the bed and gave me ear plugs.  THEN she put foam cushions around my head.  THEN she put a metal cage thing over my head with a mirror, so I could look out.  Before that, I was licking my lips and she told me I couldn't do that.  She said I couldn't wiggle my nose if I got an itch either.  I asked how long I was going to have to do this and she said 30 min.  That is when I pretty much lost my cool.  I knew this wasn't going to happen.  Took everything off my head and said she would call my hubby and have him hold my hand. 

Um, no.  By this time I was almost in tears. 

I told her no.  I couldn't do it.

So, I left.

Now, I'm not a claustrophobic person, but that was too much.  I couldn't hear a thing and I felt like my head was entombed in a cement case.

Oh no...that wasn't going to work for me.

So, this week, I'll have a CT scan instead.

And I'll try not to lose my shit.


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pink, pink, you stink!

It's pink October.  That means that every single thing you are thinking of buying is pink.  I've seen pink cat food, I've seen pink blenders and I've seen pink underwear.  Not sure how wearing pink underwear is going to show your support....but whatever!
I suppose I should be supportive of all this pink.  I mean, I am a survivor, if that's what you want to call me.  But really, I am NOT a fan of pinktober.

First of all, do you live under a rock?  Because frankly, unless you live under a rock, I don't really need to make you aware of breast cancer.  We all know it's there.  We all know that we should get a mammogram after the age of 40, or if you have history of BC in your family.  We all KNOW we should be doing self exams.  WE KNOW for goodness sakes!

I'm very skeptical about buying the pink stuff.  Lets face it...the prices on the pink stuff are usually jacked up.  Also, how much of the money actually goes where it says it's going to go?  I feel much better donating to the Relay for Life (which supports ALL cancer) or straight to a breast cancer organization.  Actually, I'd prefer to donate to someone that is in the middle of treatments and needs help financially. 

But hey, if you want to buy the pink stuff....go ahead, I'm not going to give you a funny look or anything.

Also, as far as being a survivor....heh!  It feels weird saying that.  I mean, it's not like I got in a car crash, or was stranded out at sea for weeks.  Heck, I just had a little surgery, had a little radiation and everything is fine.  Seriously, I'm also a survivor of the flu and recently I'm the survivor of a stubbed toe, which, OMG, that really, really HURT! ( and it bled all over the house before I realized it was bleeding and now I may lose the nail and it was my pinkie toe...so)  I feel more of a survivor when I talk about D.  Surviving watching someone you love die...well, it was a lot harder than the cancer stuff.

I will admit that I do have a pink ribbon on my car that says survivor.  My profile does say I'm a survivor and I even have pink ribbons on my blog page.   I only say I'm a survivor because I can't think of another word.  I mention it on my profile because it's a part of who I am now.  I didn't ask for that part, but I got it anyway. 

I'm sad that there isn't more emphasis on the other cancers.  When I told D I had cancer, she said, and she said it would sound bad, but she said that she wished she had had breast cancer because it gets the most attention and the most money and the most research.  She also really loved the color pink. 

So, that's my thoughts on pinktober. 

Now go get your mammogram!


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