News
News? I still know nothing about the news and my blood pressure is absolutely amazing. (Actually, it's kinda low, but yeah.)
TV
That show about the search for the new Pussycat Doll is on right now. And you know, I try not to be harsh, but...none of those girls can sing. And most of them can't dance. I wonder how they made it so far into the competition. I'm not trying to be a snobby judgemental bitch. I'm being serious. I honestly wonder. Though, I admit that last group did the best. I don't know which group it is, as I'm only listening and not really watching. lol
Stuff I Actually Have Things to Say About
So, I never went to bed Monday morning. Instead, I was forced to suck it up and get ready for the day ahead.
Went to my regular doctor's office first to get labwork. That was fun. I go in there, right, and they take like six or eight tubes of blood from me. I was told to fast and I hadn't had anything to drink since my tea that I mentioned in my previous blog, as my parentals (who don't know squat) told me not to drink even. I naturally have low blood pressure, so as you can imagine, it was even lower than usual after all that. And then I had low blood sugar to boot.
So, I get myself a coke out of the machine whilst Maman gets her blood drawn. (They only took only one tube from her and used a small butterfly needle. Is their no justice?! Don't answer that.)
Emily was with us and had had a hypoglycemic attack while we were there. They had to give her crackers. I was too dumb to ask for crackers for myself.
We make it over to the bone doctor's just fine. But after I get out of the car and sign in, I suddenly feel like hell. (In this case, feeling like hell means feeling so dizzy I'm unaware of the fact that I have functioning legs, as they feel like Jell-o or something.) Emily takes it upon herself to ask the woman at the desk to get me crackers. (What is it with us and getting crackers from people?) So, I give the woman sixty cents and she says she'll get me crackers.
But then I get called back to X-ray. It's been like thirty minutes; still no crackers, and I'm dying. Emily left us to go visit her grandparents, and I was desperate, so I called my dad and he got his friend to get me some chips and chocolate. And then that woman comes back with the crackers she'd promised me and after I get my X-rays taken, I injest a lot of junk food and even more coke.
So, suddenly, I'm a different kind of dizzy. And I'm laughing a lot. And I call up Emily, and I keep saying the same things over and over and over again to her (allegedly)...and I just remember laughing. And everyone probably thought I was on some sort of trip. I doubt I was holding a coherent conversation. And you know...high blood sugar can be just as ridiculous as low blood sugar when one has crappy blood sugar, like myself.
I eventually sobered when the doctor came in.
Luckily, my mom's ankle probably isn't broken. However, there's a reason it's hurting and it's probably not a good one...so she has to go back in three weeks. *sighs*
After we get out of there, I return to my normal self as my blood sugar evened out and we go and get lunch at Trowbridge's. Can I just say how much I love Trowbridges? Their food is absolutely addictive. I swear. In fact, I want some now. But sadly, they're not open for supper and even if they were, I'm too tired to drive myself over there and get me some.
So, right after Trowbridges -- just right after -- we have to hurry like hell back over to the bone doctor's to see my specific doctor (as my mother and I have different ones for some reason) about my hand.
Well, Emily neglected to tell us about one special detail before we took her with us: she had to pick up her little brother at three...and my appointment was at one-fifteen. Hahahahaha. I was exceptionally amused, I tell you.
I was a work-in, you see. And there were a hell of a lot of people there that day. Waiting to get an X-ray took half the time the whole visit took. And while we were waiting for said X-ray, the clock rapidly approached three. So, I called my dad and he had to come there with me while my mom took Emily back to our side of town to get her brother.
My dad came and I still hadn't had my X-ray yet. But then -- after a long wait and a read-through of an ancient copy of People's Magazine -- I did have my X-ray. I've probably had more X-rays than most of you. And no, that's really not that cool.
After the X-ray, they got me a room. We didn't have to wait long, thank God, and the doctor was there.
I told him about my hand. I told him where it hurt, how it hurt to drive, open drinks, and all sorts of other stuff. And then he started bending it and mashing on it and then it really hurt. In fact, I wasn't aware it hurt so bad until he did all that stuff.
The gist of the whole thing was that I had a damaged ligament. It's not completely busted, as then my thumb would be flopping about and I would need surgery. Instead, I'm to wear a brace that immobilizes my thumb for 90% of my waking hours for three weeks. (Why is it always three weeks?) And by then, it should be better.
Needless to say, I shall go bonkers wearing that brace. But, I suppose it's better than wearing a cast. (I'm not wearing it now. Shh, don't tell my doctor!) And I've worn lots of casts, so I know what I'm talking about.
But I'm pissed off, because it's going to be difficult to play guitar and violin in the meantime. Grr. I need my guitar re-strung anyway. *sighs*
Emily and I pissed about with the camera some more yesterday afternoon. But the lighting wasn't as good as it had been on Saturday. (But that didn't stop me from putting some of them on my myspace.) I really like the dress I'm wearing. It's so flowy. It's just fun to wear. I sound like such a girl.
I really needed to sleep early last night...but around 8 o'clock...I got the whole having been-awake-for-thirty-six-hours energy boost. I don't know what it is about being awake for thirty-six hours, but it always gives me more energy. (Not that I usually stay up for thirty-six hours. I only do it if I'm really sick or stupid -- or both, like I was Monday.) But luckily, that energy wore off as quick as it came on and I fell asleep. Yay!
I barely remember what I did today as I came into "contact" with a bee and had to take an anti-histamin. But I'm pretty sure my day involved a lot of waiting and running errands. And apparently I had a "local reaction" to said bee, according to my allergist's office. And apparently, they didn't test me for bee allergies during my massive allergy test last week. (I still can't get those bloody markers off. grr.) *sighs*
So...here's to hoping tomorrow will be better. It'd better be better, dammit, or else I shall be miffed. And I'm not cool when I'm miffed. (Actually, I'm told I'm rather frightening lovely when I'm miffed.)
Still, I'm lamenting over the fact of not being able to play my instruments. Not that I could ever play them well...but in this state, I can't even pretend I do. Gah. *sighs*
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