Mystery pain # 1 has multiplied. Mystery pain # 2 is now located above my left hip… somewhere on the inside 😐 . I definitely don’t trust the diagnosis that I received at the hospital. Looking back on it, I think the only reason I didn’t object at the moment, just signed my release forms and went on my not-so-merry way, was because I had been up for over 24 hours and just didn’t think to say anything contrary. Esophagitis, this is not. Which is why I went to see my primary doc today, and find that I am no more pleased with his diagnosis. Or the suggested exams… I’m starting to convince myself that they really are just gas pains 😳 much to my chagrin. I’m going to try an infusion of star anise tonight to see if that helps (it’s supposed to be good for gas pains, which are supposed to be absolutely awful… and if these are indeed gas pains, I totally agree.).
On a brighter note, I may possibly have a job soon. I’ve got a sort of interview, at least. It might be a job for the Fall semester (I work at a university), but it will be a welcome relief if I can look forward to a regular paycheck while I finish up my thesis.
In the meantime, in light of my current unemployed state, I got myself a final treat with the birthday cash that I received last week and bought myself a copy of Adobe CS3 for a shockingly reduced rate – being a student has its perks (as I got it on a student license from the uni for 87% off the retail price 😀 ). After this, not one more purchase!
The birthday brunch was a success, everyone mingled nicely and we all followed it up with movie-time at Em’s place 🙂 . Speaking of Em, Miss Creative Gift Giver added a lovely new Momiji doll to my collection: Higledy-Pigeldy (the one on the far right)
So, I spent the first half of my birthday in an emergency room and the second half asleep. I went in thinking that I would rather get it over with and have all the tests done at once, than go through a series of visits with specialists and drive all over town getting tests done. Seemed like a good plan, except they diagnosed me with Acid Reflux, and I don’t actually have any of the symptoms listed in the post-treatment info sheet. I have abdominal pain, but it’s not heartburn and it’s nowhere near my esophagus. They also said it might be an ulcer (somewhat more likely, but I still have my doubts) but I’ll have to see a specialist to know for sure. In the end, I’m back where I started and $100 short. Good grief 😦 .
I have been terribly dizzy for the last two days. I have a strange pain in my side, and I keep getting chills. I tried to put it off, but I’m going in to the ER tonight. I didn’t want to spend my birthday in the hospital, but it looks like there is no other choice, unless I want the mystery pain to get worse.
After many failed attempts, we finally managed to get Crookshanks (one of our outdoor kitties) to go to the vet. A few months ago he developed this weird growth in his ear and, though it only looked like an infection at first, it turned into a nasty bloody mass rather quickly. Since he’s an outdoor cat, getting him into a carrier was a trial, and we ended up having to ask the vet for a sedative to calm him down before we could take him in for a visit.
The test results came back and the vet says he has FIV (feline aids) in addition to the tumor in his ear. The lab tests for cancer haven’t returned yet, but they wanted me to decide whether they should put him to sleep because of the FIV, or proceed with the ear surgery and hope for the best. It was a tough decision to make under pressure, but I decided to let them go through with the surgery. I’ve read that cats can live for years with FIV and do just fine; and he’s such a young cat, I’m hopeful and think that he’ll recover once the tumor has been removed and he can eat without pain. He’s so sweet-tempered and silly, I didn’t think it right to euthanize him if he’s still strong and healthy. Aside from the ear, he’s fine. It’s just that the growth was so large that he could barely eat. With that gone, he should improve.
Surgery went well, so he’s home now, but still sedated and very weak. I hate seeing him like that, unable to stand and move around — it reminds me of when Didymus was ill a few years ago, before we knew that he has diabetes and he was wasting away fast. The vet said the growth went deep into his ear, so they had to go inside to get it out. He’ll be in pain for a few days and we have to watch to make sure that he doesn’t remove his stitches if he scratches himself.
These are quite neat, so I thought I’d share.
The “Seven Deadly Glasses” – a limited edition, handmade wineglass collection (ie – something only a moneyed type can afford), that celebrates the seven deadly sins.
Personally, I think they look like something that would have been used to torture heretics in the Tower of London… but they’re still quite nifty.
Yay! I called in the reservation for my birthday brunch and they gave me the room that I had been secretly hoping for: The Library 😀 . I’ve never been to JohnMartin’s and I love breakfast, so I’m kind of excited about all this. It’s been ages since I’ve hosted a proper birthday party with more than just a couple of friends, so it was a mess trying to figure out where I could go that would be nice, but moderately priced (let’s face it, most of my friends are students, which means that they’re as broke as I am), and within easy distance.
As Em says, “ME MO SSS A SSS!” 😉
My birthday is in two weeks and my gifts have already started arriving (See the cute little Pinku doll). However, the sad truth is, I always end up buying my own gifts 😦 . My family seems to think that I’m too hard to shop for because I “have everything”. Which makes me sound very materialistic.
The fact is, I don’t have “everything”.
What I do have is a lot of books.
I like books. I love to read. There’s a reason I’m a Lit major. A gift card to any bookstore would make me pleased as punch (and it would show that my relatives know enough about me to realize that I like to read). As usual, no one agrees with me. There will be cards–despite my recent ban on cards after I realized that I had saved hundreds of cards over the years and they had taken over an entire drawer. And there will be cash. Appreciated, but kind of a downer.
Lately, there has been a push for everyone to go green. The media has really been promoting green living here in the States, and I know that to some it seems like a recent ‘trend’, but I remember growing up with all sorts of eco-themed shows urging kids to “Act Locally. Think Globally.” Captain Planet anyone? I grew up participating in all sorts of school sponsored recycling programs. I learned all about saving water and energy. Reusing products and not wasting resources. So, why does it seem that so many in my age group didn’t get the message? This was a little over ten years ago, it should have become ‘trendy’ a while ago. (Yes, the idea that this is all a trend peeves me to no end. It’s so annoying when I see girls walking around with green totes and so obviously not heeding the message that these bags promote.)
Now, why am I on a green rant? Because getting it across to the older set is proving to be a bit more difficult — at least at home. Having experienced privations in their homeland when they were children, my parents are part of “stock up and save because you might not find it tomorrow” group. They buy in bulk. Generally, it’s the sort of stuff that has a long shelf-life and comes in handy during hurricane season and/or “I refuse to do groceries” time, but sometimes its the dated kind. Like yogurt! Yes, we reach the crux of my dilemma 😡 … I just had to throw away a family-size pack of yogurt because my mom bought them and promptly forgot all about them. She’s been doing this a lot lately, buying stuff that she never eats, so that I am forced to a) eat it myself or b) trash it after it expires (usually whenever I decide to attack the fridge and clean it out). She’s getting better at not doing this, but we still have a few kinks to work out.
Though I like the look of strawberries, I’m not much of a fan of the actual fruit. Mostly because I tend to have very bad luck when it comes to picking strawberries, so I usually end up with a really sour batch. Not so, today! These may be the best strawberries I have ever had (which makes me wonder just how modified they may be… best not think about that).
And onto other silly things… Didymus has found a new bed. My grandmother’s nightgown. He attacks anyone who dares take it away from him, but he behaved very nicely while I photographed him… He’s a bit of a cam tart.