The other day was Splendid!
- Figured pain and a little blood were not on my turn-ons list (at least not the type I was experiencing) so Rob suggested I make an appointment to go see my doctor (who is awesome, and his name is Schwartz, which makes him more awesome)
- After being poked and proded to confirm yes, I indeed am in pain! *grumble grumble* I get the lovely news that I get to make more appointments to get a Sonogram, have my blood drawn and check back. Turns out he's checking for Endomitriosis, which he explained as microscopically bleeding internally, but WebMD explains as my body thinking I'm going to be having a baby outside my uterus and is preparing accordingly... Either way, if something is found it sounds like the source of my pain may have to be surgically removed. WebMD says it can possibly be controlled with birth control, but seeing as I'm on like the strongest dosage known to man, I don't see how that's going to work out. Fun Times.
- Pick up Jimmy Johns and drop it off at Rob's work to discuss my fun-filled afternoon when he informs me that he's stressed to high hell because some lousy client decided he wanted all his products by Monday, meaning he's gotta work through the weekend (and being salary there's really no compensation for it).
- Driving home I get less than a mile from my house and all of a sudden I hear weird noises (all metal-scraping and whatnot) coming from my car (and me wishfully thinking it was coming from elsewhere). Somehow make it home to find my car gushing antifreeze. My dad comes over and confirms the Water Pump has blown, probably taking other things with it. So for those who guessed my car would have died from the loose rod or the electrical issue won't be getting your money out of the pool.
- Rob forced the both of us to take Remy on a walk. So of course we get half a mile away and it starts raining. hard. Does anybody else get rain in the city? No.
So all that combined with my not losing any weight despite following a v. strict diet for the past 2 weeks and my having weaned myself from the Zoloft at the direction of my Family doctor, I'm a great big ball of happiness!
- Oh yeah, and my puppy has completely destroyed an armchair and critically wounded 2 cushions on my leather couch.
Needless to say, my and Rob's Friday night consisted of eating Chipotle, buying the first 2 seasons of Robot Chicken, and getting drunk.
Cheers!