Happy Easter!
Peeps!
Sunday, March 31, 2002
Saturday, March 30, 2002
Friday, March 29, 2002
Friday, March 29, 2002
Feeling and looking much better. The PA got me worried for no reason, I think. It might just have been a mini-pimple (ewwwww! Yuck! but better than a huge infected growth.) Anyway, I'm back to a red spot on my forehead again.
I flew home last night and was ecstatic to see my Galahad again and sleep in our yummy bed. = D
I had a delay of over an hour on the runway yesterday before my plane took off. Two people didn't make their connecting flight (mine), and their luggage needed to be removed. That took almost an hour. Then, one woman got all freaked by that and decided she didn't want to be on the plane because of bomb fears. So, we had to wait some more while they looked to remove her luggage as well. In the meanwhile, I chatted on my cell phone and caught up on my emails with my laptop. I'm such a geek. Plus, I figured I might as well get in that last "I love you" just in case the nervous woman had ESP. /grin Actually, I wanted to let my honey know that I would be very late.
I flew home last night and was ecstatic to see my Galahad again and sleep in our yummy bed. = D
I had a delay of over an hour on the runway yesterday before my plane took off. Two people didn't make their connecting flight (mine), and their luggage needed to be removed. That took almost an hour. Then, one woman got all freaked by that and decided she didn't want to be on the plane because of bomb fears. So, we had to wait some more while they looked to remove her luggage as well. In the meanwhile, I chatted on my cell phone and caught up on my emails with my laptop. I'm such a geek. Plus, I figured I might as well get in that last "I love you" just in case the nervous woman had ESP. /grin Actually, I wanted to let my honey know that I would be very late.
Monday, March 25, 2002
Monday, March 25, 2002
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!
I am so frustrated. That stupid fucking ex-cancer spot on my forehead is rearing its ugly head again. The steri-strips finally wore off on Saturday, and I was (relatively) pleased to see merely an angry red line of scar tissue. [It's amazing what pleases me these days about this.] Anyway, last night, I noticed a tiny little white spot. This morning, the white spot had grown and so had my fears.
After finishing up packing and checking my 5 bazillion emails (from work while I was out last week), I managed to squeeze in a quick visit to my doctor on the way to the airport.
They, of course, were not pleased to see me again. Like I am? The physician assistant who originally told me that she could not re-stitch my wound 3 weeks ago seemed pleased to be able to say, "I told you so." Basically, I have a tiny infection that is caused from re-stitching an open wound after it has started to heal. WTF??? I still don't understand how sterile sutures can cause infection on the 2nd time around but not on the 1st.
[For those of you who may not have heard me ranting a few weeks ago, she simply steri-stripped the wound, which of course burst open again 2 days later. When I went back again, the cosmetic surgeon was there and immediately re-stitched the wound after re-cutting it, of course.]
Then, when I told her I still had my Zithromax from 5 weeks ago --- the date of the original surgery --- I thought she would burst from the joy of being right. She had her finger out and pointing in my face claiming that if I had taken the damn antibiotics as a precaution way back then, they would still be in my system now. Bull-fucking-shit! And, if so, I don't really want this "medicine" in my system ever.
So, now I'm on antibiotics, internally & externally. She was nice enough to find me a sample of something since I didn't have time to hit a pharmacy on my way to the airport. I guess once she was so happy about the "I told you so," she could afford to be magnanimous.
The office staff and nurses have been very nice and accommodating. I would like to send them a thank-you for it. Maybe flowers? Especially since I haven't always been in my most pleasant of moods when I visit there. I'm on the plane right now and wondering if I will have this huge growth on my head when I step off. She really put a fear in me.
I am so frustrated. That stupid fucking ex-cancer spot on my forehead is rearing its ugly head again. The steri-strips finally wore off on Saturday, and I was (relatively) pleased to see merely an angry red line of scar tissue. [It's amazing what pleases me these days about this.] Anyway, last night, I noticed a tiny little white spot. This morning, the white spot had grown and so had my fears.
After finishing up packing and checking my 5 bazillion emails (from work while I was out last week), I managed to squeeze in a quick visit to my doctor on the way to the airport.
They, of course, were not pleased to see me again. Like I am? The physician assistant who originally told me that she could not re-stitch my wound 3 weeks ago seemed pleased to be able to say, "I told you so." Basically, I have a tiny infection that is caused from re-stitching an open wound after it has started to heal. WTF??? I still don't understand how sterile sutures can cause infection on the 2nd time around but not on the 1st.
[For those of you who may not have heard me ranting a few weeks ago, she simply steri-stripped the wound, which of course burst open again 2 days later. When I went back again, the cosmetic surgeon was there and immediately re-stitched the wound after re-cutting it, of course.]
Then, when I told her I still had my Zithromax from 5 weeks ago --- the date of the original surgery --- I thought she would burst from the joy of being right. She had her finger out and pointing in my face claiming that if I had taken the damn antibiotics as a precaution way back then, they would still be in my system now. Bull-fucking-shit! And, if so, I don't really want this "medicine" in my system ever.
So, now I'm on antibiotics, internally & externally. She was nice enough to find me a sample of something since I didn't have time to hit a pharmacy on my way to the airport. I guess once she was so happy about the "I told you so," she could afford to be magnanimous.
The office staff and nurses have been very nice and accommodating. I would like to send them a thank-you for it. Maybe flowers? Especially since I haven't always been in my most pleasant of moods when I visit there. I'm on the plane right now and wondering if I will have this huge growth on my head when I step off. She really put a fear in me.
Sunday, March 24, 2002
Sunday, March 24, 2002
Galahad & I went to
Disney
World over the weekend! Yay! We had such a great time there.
Every day, I love him more & more. We were sitting at the
Restaurantosaurus, and I suddenly got tears in my eyes watching the man
I love. I know, how corny. He even took me for
dinner at Cinderella's Castle. We are such goofballs, but we fit
together so well. ;-)
Wednesday, March 20, 2002
Wednesday, March 20, 2002
I am such a slug. I took this week off of
work thinking that Galahad and I could have a vacation. Well, it turns
out his boss is stingy with vacations, so he gets only Friday off.
["Nice guy," she says sarcastically.] We both asked for this time off
months ago. So, anyway, I'm just hanging around playing DAoC, reading,
eating, and just being lazy. It's wonderful!
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
Galahad rented 2 movies this past weekend: Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back and A.I. Guess which one I liked better? Obviously Jay & Silent Bob! A.I. was a complete waste of 2 hours and 25 minutes of my life. The little kid was portrayed beautifully, but the rest was just whiny and annoying. It was all too symbolic and cool camera angles rather than a good movie. If you haven't seen it, don't waste your time. That said, Galahad liked it. ;-) Although we both laughed our asses off on the first movie. A warning on that, Jay & Bob may be generational humor so not everyone will appreciate it either.
Monday, March 11, 2002
Monday, March 11, 2002
a day to remember and reflect.
a true hero: A Tower of Courage - Rick Rescorla
petition to get Rick Rescorla a posthumous medal: Presidential Medal of Freedom Petition
a true hero: A Tower of Courage - Rick Rescorla
petition to get Rick Rescorla a posthumous medal: Presidential Medal of Freedom Petition
Sunday, March 10, 2002
Monday, March 4, 2002
Monday, March 4, 2002
March already?
Well, nice weekend I had. I took Friday off to relax and had a major weather front move in, so of course Migraine City for me. Pills, injection, etc.
And, I think I finally kick it, and the weather just changed again. Bah!
Well, nice weekend I had. I took Friday off to relax and had a major weather front move in, so of course Migraine City for me. Pills, injection, etc.
And, I think I finally kick it, and the weather just changed again. Bah!
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