Gaaah!

September 29th, 2007 @ 11:22 am

Yesterday was a splendid day. I woke up with no, and I mean absolutely no pain anywhere on my body. Now this may seem like a daily occurrence to most people but after nearly two weeks of sometimes agonizing pain it was a friggin miracle. There was no pain in my belly, no gas pain, no dull ache in my side – NOTHING. If there had been sex and new underwear involved in yesterday I think it would have been the best god damn day of my life.

Yeah, I know I have no life and I suck as a human being but I am not asking for much out of life these days.

But anyway, back to the point of writing this. I had one of the best damn days of my life but somewhere late in the day that changed. It’s got me stumped how I could go from such an incredible high to just about the biggest grump in the world. There were several things said yesterday that just about sent me into fits of uncontrollable rage. If you know me, you know that I am pretty even tempered. Very rarely do I get excited, or angry enough to show extreme emotion. I try and keep that in check.. good or bad.

The things that were said and done were of no big importance in the universe but somehow they managed to bring me down. Both times I sat there and tried to not say anything because I was sure I was going to start swinging. Towards the end someone says “You are getting quite nervous aren’t you?” To which I am sure I must have made some kind of face when I said. “To be honest with you I am not at all nervous but frankly I am about as annoyed as I can get over this silly fantasy you both come up with so youre not fighting with one another.” Then she walked away and it was done.

Since then I have been on a rage about everything that annoys me. I’m keeping to myself and being even quieter than usual. Hopefully I don’t go postal before I manage to work out this aggression I have some how built up over nothing.

Running up my health card.

September 26th, 2007 @ 10:00 am

I went to an optometrist appointment on Monday. I don’t go as often as I should and that’s probably a bad thing. As a child I would have to make several trips to the IWK a year to see an eye specialist. I truly hated it. When I moved out I decided that I didn’t have to go now that I was my own person. So I have been to the eye doctor four times in the last 13 years. Now before people get cranky about that I will admit that I have been to one three times in the last three years not because anything is wrong but because I am over my optometrist hating phase. I had my eyes frozen and dilated on Monday which I hadn’t had done since I was 16 or 17. I forgot how much I disliked it but I survived it and my eyes are none the worse for being a hater.

Yesterday I went to have my incisions checked out and everything seems to be healing well. It took roughly 40 minutes to get to and from the appointment and I was in his office for no more than 10 minutes, five of that filing out paper work and waiting. Now I don’t know about you but that seems terribly wrong to me. The good news of it all is that I shouldn’t have to go back to see him.

Next Tuesday I have a girlie appointment which I have put off for roughly half a year. I’m not proud of that either but frankly my old doctor gave me the creeps and I didn’t want him poking around my private areas. I managed to get an appointment at the Well Woman’s Clinic. I’m not a prude but I am extremely shy and modest and I am not looking forward to opening my legs for someone I have never met before. (I know I opened the door for comments on that one – fill your boots). I also know that it’s a fact of having a vagina that I should have learned to live with many years ago but it’s never fun. Once it’s over it’s like “Oh, that was no big deal” but until then I reserve the right to complain about it.

As of that date I will have been to a doctor of some sort 9 times out of a possible 18 days. I am wondering if the people who look at the activity on your health card wonder what kind of hypochondriac I might be. I’m pretty sure once that final check up is out of the way I am not due to visit a doctor for another 6 years. (:

Birthday Wishes

September 25th, 2007 @ 7:06 am

Happy Birthday to someone who says today isn’t their birthday. Happy birthday to someone who turns 50 today, okay maybe not 50 but they’re still old. (: Happy Birthday to someone I love, muchly!

Feeling guilty.

September 24th, 2007 @ 10:42 am

It’s not hard to make me feel guilty about something. All you have to do is mention it a few times and I start to question how I should feel about something. Like most mothers mine has got this down to an art form.

Rupert’s been away working in Halifax for the last three months or so. So since I have been back here permanently I have been mowing the lawn. I almost enjoy mowing the lawn, it takes about 4 hours or so to do it but its great exercise and I am left with a feeling of doing something. Well since I got operated on last week I didn’t mow the lawn. No big deal right? Well it is.. They fixed the ride on mower over the weekend and my mother announces last night that now that it’s fixed I should be able to mow the lawn. I tell her that I don’t imagine that happening for three or four more days. I tell her that it hurts to sit in certain positions for any amount of time. Like if I sit STRAIGHT up I can sit for a long period of time but if I slightly hunched over my wounds hurt. She looks at me like I am crazy and says “Well when you see the doctor Tuesday you better tell him and if you don’t I will”. Like I am making this shit up?

There have also been several little incidents over the last few days that make me almost feel like she doesn’t believe I am in any type of pain.  Like she thinks I should be up doing cartwheels on the front lawn. Then again maybe it’s all me. Maybe I know I should be doing more and her simple little comments just rub in the fact that I have turned into a lazy bed slob…

Happy Fall.

September 23rd, 2007 @ 10:33 am

Today is the first day of fall. My question is where was summer? Did I miss it? I remember there being half a dozen to ten days of really nice weather. Maybe I missed it while I was working and preparing for the wedding the wedding? Heck it’s been nicer this past week than it was for the last half of August.

Fall is my favorite season. I look forward to cool evenings, leaves changing color and the first snow fall. I’m a sweater kinda girl. In fact I own a lot of sweaters most of them I don’t wear but I have them none the less. I enjoy socks, too! It’s nice to be able to put a pair on and not have to hear. “It’s summer, you don’t wear socks in summer!” I do have to admit I have acquired quite a few tank tops this year and I will miss wearing them. Oh the agony of my life. (:

It’s that time of year when they start putting wood in and I had thought I’d be a good sport and help with that. However it looks like that may not be happening in the next week or so. Am I sad? Not really because underneath me thinking I should help part of me is relieved that I don’t have to. Thank God for minor surgery. (:

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