mmm. nothing like a good fistula to complete your evening.
Soiree yesterday.
Chocolate Cake, Vanilla Ice Cream, Cookies and Lasagna (baked at top speed).
The four updated amigos got together and ate merrily. (Me. Erica. Pat. Ashley.)
In between all of this, Ashley and I managed to get to Walgreens to pick up my Depo Provera shot which they did NOT have ready for me and they did NOT even have my information in their computer, NOR could they find the slip of paper I gave them that told them what to do to fill it. I dropped all of this shit off on Saturday night and expected the prescription to be there that afternoon. Well...it wasn't. And I was already as nervous as a cat because I knew the prescription would cost anywhere from $30 to $55 and taking that money out of my mum's account made me nauseated. Then, the pharmacy informed me that they didn't have updated insurance information. So I rifled through my purse, handed over my insurance card and prayed with sweaty hands that it would take the cost down to at least $30. They kept having problems getting the information in and it took nearly twenty-five minutes to do what I had expected to take only five. Well, in the end, the guy just swiped the package under the scanner and I only ended up paying...
$5.
I almost screamed. It was the best thing to happen all day.
Anyway. After the Soiree, Pat left and Erica and I took a trip to Meijers to loiter and talk. Things are pretty much cleared up and I'm sure things will also get back to normal.
Got back to the apartment where I asked Erica if she would help me change my nose piercing since I was tired of the push in jewelry and wanted the original jewel back in. She said sure, but it ended up that I couldn't pop the little jewel out. Normally I have no issues. That fucker wasn't moving for anything. I could pull it halfway out and then it would just stick. We shrugged it off, it was probably swollen and we would try the next day. But later, I was intent on getting it out. It wouldn't budge. Ashley suggested petroleum jelly and it moved easier...but wouldn't come out. I started to panic. Pat and his friend Zack (an excellent piercer) came over (at Zack's insistence, he said a Yoohoo - chocolate milk - and Boston Baked Beans would be payment for his services :P - we ended up buying real baked beans, not the candy coated peanuts that Boston Baked Beans are - who the fuck names peanuts beans?! -). I was really panicked. I was afraid, since it hurt to move it anyway, that it would hurt even more to pull the sucker out. I started to hyperventilate, but with Ashley's Codeine and my Motrin, that stopped. However, I was still nervous. Zack explained that most of my fear was in my head (bah, though he's probably exactly right) and that a fistula had grown around it and was holding the jewelry in. He would yank it out and I would be fine. I was terrified. I kept thinking to myself that if I could get it pierced once, then twice through scar tissue that I would be fine. Also, I don't mind if needles go into my arm, so what is the problem here? Which helped to support Zack's argument of all in the head.
So he yanked it out, there was a quick sting and I was fine. I paled, I know, and my blood pressure dropped. I ended up in Pat's lap with a cold rag over my forehead. Didn't faint, but oh, what a lightheaded feeling. I was really grateful for both of them. Thank god it's all over. Also found out that Zack is definitely awesome (we chatted about weird Japanese musicians, cookies and dogs, piercings, etc) and once again, Pat comes to the rescue. Lots of credit goes to Ash too.
So I found out that I can get my EMT certification over the summer, though that will NOT qualify me to work officially as an EMT, only as a volunteer and to help later with other courses, but that I can have my associates degree within a year and a half or two and be DONE with college. And have a JOB! Hooray!
I've never been so psyched in my life about anything. Especially this. I can tell it's going to be my passion. And you know what? Having a passion like this....is a wonderful feeling.
Chocolate Cake, Vanilla Ice Cream, Cookies and Lasagna (baked at top speed).
The four updated amigos got together and ate merrily. (Me. Erica. Pat. Ashley.)
In between all of this, Ashley and I managed to get to Walgreens to pick up my Depo Provera shot which they did NOT have ready for me and they did NOT even have my information in their computer, NOR could they find the slip of paper I gave them that told them what to do to fill it. I dropped all of this shit off on Saturday night and expected the prescription to be there that afternoon. Well...it wasn't. And I was already as nervous as a cat because I knew the prescription would cost anywhere from $30 to $55 and taking that money out of my mum's account made me nauseated. Then, the pharmacy informed me that they didn't have updated insurance information. So I rifled through my purse, handed over my insurance card and prayed with sweaty hands that it would take the cost down to at least $30. They kept having problems getting the information in and it took nearly twenty-five minutes to do what I had expected to take only five. Well, in the end, the guy just swiped the package under the scanner and I only ended up paying...
$5.
I almost screamed. It was the best thing to happen all day.
Anyway. After the Soiree, Pat left and Erica and I took a trip to Meijers to loiter and talk. Things are pretty much cleared up and I'm sure things will also get back to normal.
Got back to the apartment where I asked Erica if she would help me change my nose piercing since I was tired of the push in jewelry and wanted the original jewel back in. She said sure, but it ended up that I couldn't pop the little jewel out. Normally I have no issues. That fucker wasn't moving for anything. I could pull it halfway out and then it would just stick. We shrugged it off, it was probably swollen and we would try the next day. But later, I was intent on getting it out. It wouldn't budge. Ashley suggested petroleum jelly and it moved easier...but wouldn't come out. I started to panic. Pat and his friend Zack (an excellent piercer) came over (at Zack's insistence, he said a Yoohoo - chocolate milk - and Boston Baked Beans would be payment for his services :P - we ended up buying real baked beans, not the candy coated peanuts that Boston Baked Beans are - who the fuck names peanuts beans?! -). I was really panicked. I was afraid, since it hurt to move it anyway, that it would hurt even more to pull the sucker out. I started to hyperventilate, but with Ashley's Codeine and my Motrin, that stopped. However, I was still nervous. Zack explained that most of my fear was in my head (bah, though he's probably exactly right) and that a fistula had grown around it and was holding the jewelry in. He would yank it out and I would be fine. I was terrified. I kept thinking to myself that if I could get it pierced once, then twice through scar tissue that I would be fine. Also, I don't mind if needles go into my arm, so what is the problem here? Which helped to support Zack's argument of all in the head.
So he yanked it out, there was a quick sting and I was fine. I paled, I know, and my blood pressure dropped. I ended up in Pat's lap with a cold rag over my forehead. Didn't faint, but oh, what a lightheaded feeling. I was really grateful for both of them. Thank god it's all over. Also found out that Zack is definitely awesome (we chatted about weird Japanese musicians, cookies and dogs, piercings, etc) and once again, Pat comes to the rescue. Lots of credit goes to Ash too.
So I found out that I can get my EMT certification over the summer, though that will NOT qualify me to work officially as an EMT, only as a volunteer and to help later with other courses, but that I can have my associates degree within a year and a half or two and be DONE with college. And have a JOB! Hooray!
I've never been so psyched in my life about anything. Especially this. I can tell it's going to be my passion. And you know what? Having a passion like this....is a wonderful feeling.