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Yesterday was eventful and crappy. E had taken the day off so we could finally go and get our CA driver's licenses and I needed a blood draw after a 12 hour fast. Woke up in a fair bit of pain that stayed pretty constant through out the day. On a normal day, I would have told E that I needed to rest, but I wasn't going to waste that fast for being in pain. Went to the suggested lab, got all my information down, and had a very nice woman do a very fast, painless draw. I'm in love. It could also be because I drank a crazy amount of water, so my veins were easy to find.
After that we went out for breakfast and then realized we should get the check book before going to the dmv, ran back to the house so I could deposit the leftovers in the fridge and get said checks. Went back to the dmv, filled out our paper work and waited to be called up to start the process. It was a much quicker visit than the vehicle registration (cheaper too).
While waiting in line, an elderly man says to the woman in front of him, "Can you spell hard water with just three letters?" The woman looks baffled and asks me what he means (couldn't identify her accent - maybe russian?). The man chuckles and say, "Hard water with just three letters, I-C-E! Ice is definitely hard water!" The woman's eyes widen and she starts to giggle and thanks the man for making her day.
E gets his temp license while I'm waiting in line, and then I get handed my piece of paper that stands in for the license that will be mailed to me in 4-6 weeks (man, were we spoiled on the east coast, go into the dmv and get your license within an hour of getting your picture taken, totally miss that). But we are now officially inmates of the insane asylum that is called California. So bloody weird, I tell you.
Hopefully I'll know sometime in the next couple days where my thyroid numbers are at and how my blood sugar is. Then the doctor will hopefully adjust my meds and I can start feeling like a normal, not constantly moody, human. I'm really getting sick of the Jeckyll and Hyde act going on in my head. The idea of combustible lemons should not be embraced. ;)
After that we went out for breakfast and then realized we should get the check book before going to the dmv, ran back to the house so I could deposit the leftovers in the fridge and get said checks. Went back to the dmv, filled out our paper work and waited to be called up to start the process. It was a much quicker visit than the vehicle registration (cheaper too).
While waiting in line, an elderly man says to the woman in front of him, "Can you spell hard water with just three letters?" The woman looks baffled and asks me what he means (couldn't identify her accent - maybe russian?). The man chuckles and say, "Hard water with just three letters, I-C-E! Ice is definitely hard water!" The woman's eyes widen and she starts to giggle and thanks the man for making her day.
E gets his temp license while I'm waiting in line, and then I get handed my piece of paper that stands in for the license that will be mailed to me in 4-6 weeks (man, were we spoiled on the east coast, go into the dmv and get your license within an hour of getting your picture taken, totally miss that). But we are now officially inmates of the insane asylum that is called California. So bloody weird, I tell you.
Hopefully I'll know sometime in the next couple days where my thyroid numbers are at and how my blood sugar is. Then the doctor will hopefully adjust my meds and I can start feeling like a normal, not constantly moody, human. I'm really getting sick of the Jeckyll and Hyde act going on in my head. The idea of combustible lemons should not be embraced. ;)