Random Notions and Stories of Teaching

July 28, 2005

Sick and tired of being sick and tired

You know things are getting bad when your whining begins to annoy even you.

I'm not whining so much as
catastrophizing (I think it's a word...lol). Everything just keeps piling up and mentally I am just making it worse. I swear, ever since my dad called me a hypochondriac I've worried that he was right. So, in turn, I downplay everything. I tell myself I'm just overreacting. That's not good either.

Tuesday, I decided I would bite the bullet and go get my bloodwork done at the hospital. I was terrified (my first time EVER having blood work done...second time ever having blood taken). I registered and handed my paper to the nurse who said, "You know you are going to be here for 3 hours today, right?" Excuse me? Uh no. I decided since I had an ultrasound scheduled for Wednesday I may as well just make a day of it at the hospital.

Wednesday I arrive nice and early, well 9AM to begin the bloodwork. My new doctor wants me to have a glucose resistance test where they draw my blood, send it to the lab, get the results, make me drink some "cocktail" (their word), wait 2 hours, and then they draw my blood again. Oh, I am so looking forward to that. Plus some other tests for hormone levels and such (meanwhile, I am secretly terrified the testosterone results will come back incredibly high, thus why I am such a non-girl sometimes).

The nurse/tech whatever she is takes me back and tells me to sit in a cool blue chair. Kinda like a bar stool. This woman is wonderful! I will never again worry about getting blood taken at the hospital. It didn't hurt a bit. Apparently, I have great veins. (It's about time something went right!)

Then its back to the waiting room while they send the 5 vials of blood, one of which the results will be returning soon, to the lab. It should take about a half hour the woman tells me. Cool. I open my Jennifer Weiner book and start reading. Forty-five minutes later, I hear my last name being spelled. Uh oh...I'm screwed. Another nurse comes out to tell me they have to call my doctor for her approval before they can continue with the test. Ok, maybe that is just standard operating procedure. What do I know? (Secretly, I know what is going on, my blood sugar is already high and they want to see if the doctor wants to do the resistance test anyway).

After another forty-five minutes, the nurse comes to tell me that they are stopping the test because my blood sugar was already "a little high" and to call my doctor "soon". I should have asked how high, but didn't. Stupid me. So now, I worry about that. I was already trying to eat better in preparation to start the South Beach diet this week, but now fear has me super motivated.

I returned home because my ultrasound wasn't for another 2 hours. I drank a glass of water, watched the Price is Right, and ate a chicken pot pie. About all I care to eat currently as the problem that the 4 birth control pills a day were to fix is back...and pissed. Cramps...ohhhh the cramps. I keep taking Advil and hoping it works, but it doesn't.

At this point, we set off for the hospital (again). Haven't see the hubby yet, but knowing him, he's rushing home from The Club to be there for the ultrasound.

Now, those of you that have had an ultrasound have probably noticed that I have only had one glass of water. Apparently, I am ultra sensitive about going. My bladder was only 1/5 full (and I already had to pee). So the tech sends me out with a styrofoam cup and the orders to drink 6 more glasses of water, then he'd check me again. I drank 6 more glasses of luke warm, city water (gag), which the hubby (who had indeed beaten me back to hospital) so sweetly retrieved for me. Then the tech checked me again. 1/2 full. !@##%#@

That's it I thought, we're getting this done. So I drank 6 more. By 2 o'clock, I was READY TO GO. Then they come and take a woman that came AFTER me, back. WHAT!? You people don't understand, I have to go, now. Forty-five minutes later, we are entering dangerous territory. I am contemplating solving the problem and just starting over (but I really don't want to do that). My dear sweet hubby and my mother (who insisted on coming too) are now stopping everyone who goes by and asking them if I can please get in. Me? I'm on the verge of tears because I am so miserable. I can't believe I am going to lose it because I have to pee.

I don't know what they did or who they did it to, but I got in soon after we told the 5th person. Thank goodness! I was bargaining with God to get me through the ultrasound without wetting myself as it was. Which...thinking about it now, is pretty funny. I probably looked ridiculous.

Now, all I have to do is wait until the 25th, which is my next appointment. Twenty-eight more miserable days. I don't know if I can make it. All I want to do is lay in bed all day, but that is soooooooo boring. This "illness" is eating up my summer and PISSING ME OFF.

I want to be out pulling weeds in the flower beds that desperately need it. I want to be out playing with Lucy. I want to be out mowing the lawn, now that it finally needs it! I want to go out shopping with my mother.

It's like everything below my waist has gone to pot. And I'm only 24 years old! Good grief. I always hope for the best and expect the worst...and right now, a hysterectomy is the worst and believe me its all I can think about. Just make it go away.

And now...I'm babbling.

Argh!

July 25, 2005

"Vacation" overview

We are back from WV.

Hubby's soccer camp went well. He found some amazingly talented person to design his t-shirts. They were my favorite part of the camp. Wonder why? :) Once they got B out of the way, things went smoothly. I will never know why this man continued to insist their would be 40 kids for the camp (and if we questioned him, we were questioning his integrity). The whole situation with him just annoys the heck out of me. Some people! Luckily, C took over and he was wonderful! He did everything he could to help hubby with his camp. Hubby ended up with 25 kids for the week. Not too bad considering all the mistakes made by B.

What did I do with my week? I read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Woohoo! When I wasn't reading I spent time here:

I DEFINITELY need one of those. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

In other news...my air conditioner is being tempramental and it is supposed to be 92 today and 95 tomorrow. Grrrrrr....

July 19, 2005

Harry Potter and the Freezer

Remember that episode of Friends where Joey reads Rachel's book, Little Women, and Rachel reads Joey's book, The Shining? Joey talks about putting The Shining in the freezer when he gets to the scary parts. Then when something bad happens in Little Women, Rachel asks if he wants to put the book in the freezer?

The point of my randomness is this. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is now safely ensconced in the in-laws freezer. If it's in there, then it didn't really happen. I can just pretend I didn't read what I read.

I honestly don't know where things went wrong. This morning I was just at the beginning of chapter 7. I was taking my time...savoring the Potter. By this afternoon I was over half-way. Tonight, as I crawled into bed at 11:30, I vowed to read "just one more chapter". Next thing I know, I am closing the book. Finished. I had dreams of rereading it when I finished...but it may meet the same fate as Book 5 which I can only bare to read once a year at the beginning of summer. For now...it's in the freezer, until I can deal with it.

Will you people hurry up and read it so I can discuss it with someone? :)

July 15, 2005

Priceless

Well, after 7 weeks of neverending "female" problems, I finally found someone who knows what they're doing! I finally got to a real doctor! She is wonderful!

As a 24 (almost 25) year old gynecologist office first timer, I went in with copious amounts of sheer terror. My new doctor is a cute Indian woman. She can't be more than 30...35. She's wonderful! Have I mentioned that? She immediately treated me like my fears were well founded (not that I was crazy). She suspects I have "Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome".

While the thought that I "have" something makes me feel vindicated, the idea that I am "sick" scares the pee outta me. So now I have an ultrasound schedule for the 27th of July to confirm her diagnosis. This in addition to bloodwork. (Have I mentioned this will be the FIRST time I have ever had blood work done and the second time I have ever had someone coming at my arm with a needle?)

For the present time, to combat my continuous "female problems", I am taking one birth control pill every six hours. Talk about jump starting (or stopping) my system. Besides the slight stomach ache (and the doctors warning of impending gagging), I am feeling much better!

I am off to WV for "vacation". As good a vacation as I am going to get anyway. Hubby will be doing a soccer camp in the mornings while I sit at the in-laws house reading, basking in the air conditioning, and hot tubbing. Did I mention the in-laws just installed a new hot tub? Nice. And did I mention that my wonderful, fabulous, fantastic father-in-law spent an entire weekend building the new deck (that will surround the hot tub) out TO the hot tub so I didn't have to climb over the deck girders? Spoiled? I think so!

Gas for WV trip: $30
Harry Potter book to read while on trip: $25
Hot tubbing while the in-laws are at Myrtle: Priceless!

July 08, 2005

Posting...or am I?

I swear I keep posting, but nothing shows up. Then I remember, duh, I didn't post anything I got caught up reading one of my favorite blogs (see list on the side).

Let's see....nothing much has been happening really. My brother came to town and we celebrated our independence. Hehe. I'm always glad when he comes to visit. He graduates in a year and a half, so I am hoping he moves back home. I miss the kid!

Summer school is essentially over. Monday, I will proctor (I've always wanted to use that word) the 3rd Grade Reading Achievement Test for the students who attended summer school. Really, anyone who wants to retake it. Some of them may pass (squeak by) but others don't stand a chance. Is that me being realistic or pessamistic? I know, I know pessamistic.

Truth be told, I haven't been doing much lately. Hubby makes me lay in bed all day after I get home from summer school. Between my back hurting and my other-ongoing-entering-the-7th-consecutive-week problems, he's become quite overprotective (I think its adorable...if not obnoxious). It's given me a chance to catch up on reading though. I've read through the Harry Potter books in preparation for book 6. I am leaving Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix as long as possible so as to have it fresh in my mind when Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince is released. Yippee! Hubby and I keep speculating on what we think is going to happen. I try not to get caught up in the speculating, because I am usually wrong. However, I spend a lot of time here. More than I would like to admit actually.

Since I have a few days before I want to start reading the last Harry Potter book, I decided to read the book I had reserved from the library that is due soon. Last month I read by Jennifer Weiner. It was a really good book. I really enjoyed it. So I reserved her other two books. I am reading her latest one first, Little Earthquakes, because it is due first. I like it too...even though it talks about pregnant women...and I am a LONG way from that. At least, I hope I am.

Lastly, Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad...33 years. Whoa baby!