You know what I hate? Well, I hate a lot of things, but Mondays are top of the list. It could be the fact that I have to have that D&C on Monday.
You know what else I hate? I hate having my blood drawn.
Here’s the thing. I’ve had my blood drawn a bizillon times. I know the drill. I do not have easy to find veins. BUT, I know exactly where they go each time. SO, when I come in to get my blood drawn and you don’t listen to me. Well, I tend to get upset. I tend to panic. I tend to FREAK the heck out!
Unfortunately, this very thing happened at the pre-op appointment. I told him exactly where to get my blood from. He ignored me. He put the stupid rubber band thingie on my arm, told me to make a fist. Then unfist, then fist...you know the drill. When he couldn’t find the vein he started slapping the area, like that was going to wake up my veins. When that didn’t work, he started looking at my hand. It was about that time that I started to panic. He then put the rubber band thingie (yes, that is the official name) on my wrist. THEN, he starts slapping my hand around, like THAT was going to wake up the veins.
I’m about to freak out and then, THEN, he tells me to go to the bathroom and run my hand under cold water.
UM...NOPE! By this time, I’m at the end of my rope. I turn my arm over and point to the spot that they always get blood from and ask again if he could just do it there. He gives me a exasperated look and looks at my arm again. Feels it and then says....and I KID YOU NOT...he say, oh, I think you are right! Then proceeds to take my blood. GAH!!!!!!
So here's hoping Monday goes much smoother than yesterday!
Tell me fun stories, I need to get my mind off this!
Medically yours,
grace
Wait...what?
So the last time I posted was in July? Good Lord! Where the hell have I been?
I'll tell you what, life has thrown some serious curve balls in the last couple of months.
Let's start with the College boy. I'm going to call him CB cuz, I'm lazy and I have a lot to tell you.
Anyways...CB has decided NOT to go back to college. *gasp*
Ok, so he's in college but, but, but....he's moved back home. He didn't leave!!!!! As most of you probably know, he went to a boarding school in high school and that means he's been living in a boys dorm for 5 years. He had enough of dorms. So says him. BUT, the real reason he stayed home is because he wants to move to Indiana. Yes, I said Indiana. Coincidentally, his internet/Skype girlfriend happens to live there. So he's going to community college here and working and when he gets enough money he wants to move. He's going to take the rest of his classes online while living in Indy and get all his generals out of the way. THEN once he's lived in Indy for a year, he can claim residency in Indy. THEN, he want to finish his schooling at a College of business that is in Indy.
I commend you if you followed all that. Trust me when I say....This is not what we had planned for him. BUT, we realized that our dreams for our son are not the same dreams he has for himself. So, for now we having him home and although I love him dearly....DEAR GOD...He is a pig! So there is that. Plus, TMI headed your way. Bossman and I have had to learn how to have sex quietly. OMG! It's so hard to have a quiet orgasim. I'm just saying...
My life is turned upside down. Did I tell you about Yosemite? We went in July, Bossman and I. We
took our RV and it was great....until the fire. Yep, huge CA fire closed roads and smoked out all the major sights. We could barely see the beautiful half dome. So that happened.
Did ya'll see the eclipse? I saw it sort of, but my son-in-law got in a car accident, so that happened. Someone tried to turn left in front of him and he couldn't avoid her. Luckily, he was fine. Well, sort of. The car was totaled. It was 4 months old. He came home and thought he was fine but the next day he wasn't fine at all. He had a huge bruise across his entire stomache from his seatbelt. His shirt was ripped. He went to the hospital and they had to give iv meds and he was on antibiotics for a week. He got a skin infection. So that happened. They got a new car, so it all worked out but it was pretty scary.
Around that same time I had gone to my doctor for a routine blood test. I'm going to talk about girl stuff now, so prepare yourself...
I told my doc that I stopped my period in January. So they wanted to get a blood test to see where my hormones were at. Apparently a normal woman in menopause has a estrogen level of 5 to 50. Mine was 759. Nobody said I was normal! Of course my doc told me to see my cancer doc. I only see him once a year and low and behold, I had an appointment with him for the next week. But before that I had to have another blood test and a pelvic ultrasound, and yes, it's as fun as it sounds! A woman shoving a wand up my hootch. So much fun! I spent the day after the test sitting at home under my blanket thinking the worst. But they called and said they didn't find anything remarkable, to which I replied...WHAT? My uterus is extremely remarkable!
But then I went to my cancer doc and talked to him. He didn't seem too concerned, but said my uterus lining is thick, like the rest of me... and I needed to see a gynecological oncologist to get another opinion. Ok fine. It seems that the meds I take for BC can cause uterine cancer. So better safe than sorry.
So last week I went to the new doc. He wanted to do a biopsy on my lining right there in the office. He said it didn't hurt and only took a few seconds. I thought I was going in for a consult and this guy wants to look in my hootch. Not in my plans but...ok, lets do it. Now folks, I have a bit of PTSD when it comes to doctors. So I tend to get a bit panicky. But I sucked it up and pulled down my pants. He got up in there and wait...what? He can't do it because I have a cyst blocking my uterus. So now I have to go in for a d and c. Apparently they want to just scrape out my uterus and take care of the cysts. Luckily this is done under general anesthesia. I just can't wait for that to happen. Suppose to happen in a couple of weeks. Should be just like a party!
I think I've caught you up on all the fun happening here in graceland.
Please tell me what you all have been up too! I need a good spanking. (story)
Dramatically yours,
grace
I'll tell you what, life has thrown some serious curve balls in the last couple of months.
Let's start with the College boy. I'm going to call him CB cuz, I'm lazy and I have a lot to tell you.
Anyways...CB has decided NOT to go back to college. *gasp*
Ok, so he's in college but, but, but....he's moved back home. He didn't leave!!!!! As most of you probably know, he went to a boarding school in high school and that means he's been living in a boys dorm for 5 years. He had enough of dorms. So says him. BUT, the real reason he stayed home is because he wants to move to Indiana. Yes, I said Indiana. Coincidentally, his internet/Skype girlfriend happens to live there. So he's going to community college here and working and when he gets enough money he wants to move. He's going to take the rest of his classes online while living in Indy and get all his generals out of the way. THEN once he's lived in Indy for a year, he can claim residency in Indy. THEN, he want to finish his schooling at a College of business that is in Indy.
I commend you if you followed all that. Trust me when I say....This is not what we had planned for him. BUT, we realized that our dreams for our son are not the same dreams he has for himself. So, for now we having him home and although I love him dearly....DEAR GOD...He is a pig! So there is that. Plus, TMI headed your way. Bossman and I have had to learn how to have sex quietly. OMG! It's so hard to have a quiet orgasim. I'm just saying...
My life is turned upside down. Did I tell you about Yosemite? We went in July, Bossman and I. We
took our RV and it was great....until the fire. Yep, huge CA fire closed roads and smoked out all the major sights. We could barely see the beautiful half dome. So that happened.
Did ya'll see the eclipse? I saw it sort of, but my son-in-law got in a car accident, so that happened. Someone tried to turn left in front of him and he couldn't avoid her. Luckily, he was fine. Well, sort of. The car was totaled. It was 4 months old. He came home and thought he was fine but the next day he wasn't fine at all. He had a huge bruise across his entire stomache from his seatbelt. His shirt was ripped. He went to the hospital and they had to give iv meds and he was on antibiotics for a week. He got a skin infection. So that happened. They got a new car, so it all worked out but it was pretty scary.
Around that same time I had gone to my doctor for a routine blood test. I'm going to talk about girl stuff now, so prepare yourself...
I told my doc that I stopped my period in January. So they wanted to get a blood test to see where my hormones were at. Apparently a normal woman in menopause has a estrogen level of 5 to 50. Mine was 759. Nobody said I was normal! Of course my doc told me to see my cancer doc. I only see him once a year and low and behold, I had an appointment with him for the next week. But before that I had to have another blood test and a pelvic ultrasound, and yes, it's as fun as it sounds! A woman shoving a wand up my hootch. So much fun! I spent the day after the test sitting at home under my blanket thinking the worst. But they called and said they didn't find anything remarkable, to which I replied...WHAT? My uterus is extremely remarkable!
But then I went to my cancer doc and talked to him. He didn't seem too concerned, but said my uterus lining is thick, like the rest of me... and I needed to see a gynecological oncologist to get another opinion. Ok fine. It seems that the meds I take for BC can cause uterine cancer. So better safe than sorry.
So last week I went to the new doc. He wanted to do a biopsy on my lining right there in the office. He said it didn't hurt and only took a few seconds. I thought I was going in for a consult and this guy wants to look in my hootch. Not in my plans but...ok, lets do it. Now folks, I have a bit of PTSD when it comes to doctors. So I tend to get a bit panicky. But I sucked it up and pulled down my pants. He got up in there and wait...what? He can't do it because I have a cyst blocking my uterus. So now I have to go in for a d and c. Apparently they want to just scrape out my uterus and take care of the cysts. Luckily this is done under general anesthesia. I just can't wait for that to happen. Suppose to happen in a couple of weeks. Should be just like a party!
I think I've caught you up on all the fun happening here in graceland.
Please tell me what you all have been up too! I need a good spanking. (story)
Dramatically yours,
grace
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