no more teachers, no more boo--oh wait.
so, i got hella sick. how sick? having to take an incomplete in o chem lab sick. missed too many experiments, according to their policy. i definitely have to re-register for it again in the fall. it sucks, but what can i do?
i'm having some major GI "discomfort." by "discomfort", i mean OMG SOMEBODY HELP. joyce and fwtallgirl and i all thought i had appendicitis, so cat took me to the local ER where that wasn't it. it's not kidney stones either, which is amazing, considering how many carbonated drinks i consume a day. went to joyce's sister's wedding anyway, since the doc cleared me to fly. i wasn't hurting too bad then, but maybe so much stuff was going on that i didn't notice? i got back and started hurting badly again, so i tried to tackle a walk in at my clinic at the VA hospital and they couldn't find anything either. they told me not to eat any salads and come to their ER--IN MOTHERFUCKING DALLAS--if the pain doesn't go away. other than their scripts, they were fucking useless.
i'm still hurting; the pain ebbs and flows, but it's still there. if i hadn't already had my gallbladder out, i would blame it. joyce tried to call the VA to get them to refer me to a GI specialist and i think she almost had to cuss them out because they got hung up on all the symptoms that weren't "severe pain" and they were on their "NO SALADS" kick again. i spoke to someone who wasn't my doc today (because, of course, the doc wasn't in when joyce called) and they were, again, hung up on stuff like "no spicy food and no salads." i couldn't get an appointment for, say... the day i'm going to be there all morning. nope nope nope. i have an appointment for the 20th at hella early in the morning and i'm like "fine, if this is the best you can do."
meanwhile, school might be rat fucked in a way and not rat fucked in a way. we'll see. don't want to post about that yet re: summer school.
mom is done with radiation therapy. she sent me a cute pic of her and the oncology staff wishing her well. i'm glad, because she's being a little crazy. for example: i was looking for new cowboy boots (which i bought today and yay! comfy boots! i was replacing a pair of practically brand new doc martens that were horribly uncomfortable. those ended up in the goodwill pile.) and mom was like "why are you so obsessed with cowboy boots?" wrong, mom; i'm obsessed with comfy boots period. full stop. as cat put it, i've always loved me a comfortable pair of boots. believe it or not, i miss combat boots. a good broken in pair of combat boots will take you a long way in this life. next to that, cowboy boots work just as well. what does mom do? suggest dansko boots. nope--they were cute little ankle booties and somehow, that's NOT the look i'm going for at all. then i saw the price and i gagged. for cute little ankle boots, i could (and did) buy some justins. i think mom was trying to girl me up for some reason. then i told her i was sick, and i think she assumed i was eating deep fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches fried in fatback, because she blamed me for being sick. nice. thanks, mom, thanks a lot. wonder if the radiation affected her brain?
i'm having some major GI "discomfort." by "discomfort", i mean OMG SOMEBODY HELP. joyce and fwtallgirl and i all thought i had appendicitis, so cat took me to the local ER where that wasn't it. it's not kidney stones either, which is amazing, considering how many carbonated drinks i consume a day. went to joyce's sister's wedding anyway, since the doc cleared me to fly. i wasn't hurting too bad then, but maybe so much stuff was going on that i didn't notice? i got back and started hurting badly again, so i tried to tackle a walk in at my clinic at the VA hospital and they couldn't find anything either. they told me not to eat any salads and come to their ER--IN MOTHERFUCKING DALLAS--if the pain doesn't go away. other than their scripts, they were fucking useless.
i'm still hurting; the pain ebbs and flows, but it's still there. if i hadn't already had my gallbladder out, i would blame it. joyce tried to call the VA to get them to refer me to a GI specialist and i think she almost had to cuss them out because they got hung up on all the symptoms that weren't "severe pain" and they were on their "NO SALADS" kick again. i spoke to someone who wasn't my doc today (because, of course, the doc wasn't in when joyce called) and they were, again, hung up on stuff like "no spicy food and no salads." i couldn't get an appointment for, say... the day i'm going to be there all morning. nope nope nope. i have an appointment for the 20th at hella early in the morning and i'm like "fine, if this is the best you can do."
meanwhile, school might be rat fucked in a way and not rat fucked in a way. we'll see. don't want to post about that yet re: summer school.
mom is done with radiation therapy. she sent me a cute pic of her and the oncology staff wishing her well. i'm glad, because she's being a little crazy. for example: i was looking for new cowboy boots (which i bought today and yay! comfy boots! i was replacing a pair of practically brand new doc martens that were horribly uncomfortable. those ended up in the goodwill pile.) and mom was like "why are you so obsessed with cowboy boots?" wrong, mom; i'm obsessed with comfy boots period. full stop. as cat put it, i've always loved me a comfortable pair of boots. believe it or not, i miss combat boots. a good broken in pair of combat boots will take you a long way in this life. next to that, cowboy boots work just as well. what does mom do? suggest dansko boots. nope--they were cute little ankle booties and somehow, that's NOT the look i'm going for at all. then i saw the price and i gagged. for cute little ankle boots, i could (and did) buy some justins. i think mom was trying to girl me up for some reason. then i told her i was sick, and i think she assumed i was eating deep fried peanut butter and jelly sandwiches fried in fatback, because she blamed me for being sick. nice. thanks, mom, thanks a lot. wonder if the radiation affected her brain?