HOOTIE HOO

Mood: Ugh. Physically miserable.
Listening to: Coldplay, The Scientist

Good News/Bad News

This will be a short post since it's so late and I have to get up for work tomorrow. I'll post more later in the week.

I got a phone call from the Dr. on Friday with the news that I'm in need of laser surgery. It appears things aren't perfect in Wendy Land and pre-cancer is mild...so I go in on the 28th to hopefully get rid of all that junk. Dysplasia. Whatever.

I also got a letter from BCBS about my jaw surgery. Seems they decided it is 'medically necessary' and that's about all the letter indicated. Which is good news for me anyway. I don't know what or how much of anything is covered, but at least I have a starting point. Now if they'd only cover braces I'd be set.

We still haven't won the lottery.

I've been in an awful state since last Monday's visit to the Dr. I wish I could easily go into details about something so sickeningly private, but it's hard to be candid about something like this. But to put it simply - crampage. I don't know what is normal and what isn't. I have read enough web sites on the subject to turn my brain to mush - and I suppose if I'm this worried tomorrow I should probably call about it. I'd just rather be in denial sometimes and I know how dumb that is.

I had a good weekend in Minot with Rob. Seeing the baby was the best part. I think we bonded. He's growing into such a big boy and learning how to use his hands and his voice. He babbles to himself and to anyone who will listen. He definitely has this auntie's heart.

Rob's going back to work tomorrow after an eternity of off-time. I think he'll be glad to get back into the swing of things.

We discovered some nasty bugs on the pepper and tomato plants when we got home from Minot on Sunday night. Aphids. They're nasty. Hopefully the cure has been purchased today. I also bought 2 kickass candles today. They smell candleriffic.

But anyway, time to hit the showers and the hay. I gotta visit the chiropractor again tomorrow morning.

I just reread this post and it sure seems like this 25 year old body doesn't want to act its age. It wants to act twice its age. Which sucks ass for me. There's so much I wanna do with it.