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A lot of things have happened since I last posted, but I’m not home yet so I’m going to keep it short and give you all the non-juicy details when I get settled again. Right now I’m staying at my grandma’s house because my own house is being renovated, and breakfast is almost ready so here we go!

I got a call from my gynecologist because they found some abnormal cells in my last test a few weeks ago. I’m going in to the hospital on September 9th to get a biopsy thingy done to see if they are cancerous or not. My chances are good that they aren’t, but my body is a psycho weirdo and I’ve always been in the minority when it comes to my health so I’m keep my fingers and toes crossed.

I still have mucho paino but I’ve been sucking it up enough to cut back on my pain medication. I can’t wait to get fixed so I don’t have to take it at all! I’m still going for diagnostic surgery soon (hopefully) after this procedure on the 9th so we shall see what else is wreaking havoc in my uncooperative body.

Anyway, with all the goings on lately, I’ve been in a weird place. I feel completely out of sorts from not being at home, and I’ve been worried about what could possibly be wrong with me. So I’m going to leave you with a song that always makes me feel good. It’s from Pride and Prejudice, one of my favorite movies. I listen to this song over and over when I’m feeling crappy. I guess you could say it makes my heart feel lighter, for lack of a less corny phrase.

So, without further adieu, here is “Your Hands Are Cold“. Don’t laugh. It’s really good.

If you follow me on Twitter or read this blog or my work at home blog, you might know that I’ve been taking pain medication due to chronic pain since I’m pretty open and I often let my mouth run away with me.

I had my appendix out over four months ago, and my body replaced the space where my appendix was with a seroma. According to the research I’ve done, this is rare but when it does happen, it almost always occurs right after surgery. I’ve always been a weirdo so it’s no surprise that I would develop this problem.

I’m thoroughly disappointed with the way things have been dealt with so far. Many people who have a seroma are diagnosed and treated within days or weeks of the first sign of pain. It’s been over four months for me and it’s still not taken care of.

I blame myself in the beginning because I dismissed the early pain as gas pain from the appendectomy. When it was apparent that appendectomy pain was not the case, I finally went back to my doctor. He wrote up a requisition for some blood work, then proceeded to prescribe me at least 5 different medications. I was under the impression that you were supposed to diagnose the patient, and then treat them, not the other way around. I guess I was wrong.

He asked me to come back the following week for the blood results, and to see how the plethora of pills he made me take worked. I was not surprised at all to find that the blood test came back normal. I was even less surprised that all the medications he gave me did absolutely nothing for my problem.

My body is a bit of an enigma I believe. Test results rarely come back showing an actual problem, even if there is one. Over two years ago I was having immense pain in my stomach so they did a blood test at the emergency room. It came back completely normal, even though I had a gallstone stuck in my bile duct. Thank you, body, for being a total dumbass.

Anyhoo, my doctor has repeatedly asked me to come back to his office every week since that first visit. When I tell him the random medications he prescribed me aren’t working, he prescribes something else. I can’t even count how many different prescriptions I’ve tried in the last four months. I’m not the type of person who likes to take pills for anything. When I have a cold, flu, or headache, I let them take their course. Only when I have a bad migraine will I take Tylenol.

Over the past month however, I’ve been taking painkillers like there’s no tomorrow.

I got fed up with my doctor and the inability of him and my local hospital, so I went straight to the emergency room in Saskatoon. I had to wait about two hours to get in, and by that time I was hurting so bad I was bawling my eyes out, (my mom was even crying for me), but when they did finally come see me, they were amazing.

After four tries, they finally got an IV in my crappy veins, then proceeded to pump me full of Toradol, Buscopan, Morphine, Demerol, and Gravol. The Toradol, Morphine, and Demerol are for pain, the Buscopan is to control abdominal cramps, and the Gravol is to control the extreme nauseau I get while on Morphine and Demerol. I received all these drugs within about a 15 minute time frame. Did it knock the pain out? You bet your ass it did NOT! It helped to the point where I could breathe, move, and talk again, but it didn’t take it away completely.

They did a blood test, urine test, and since they couldn’t control the pain 100%, an ultrasound. Blood tests were normal, fancy that. Urine test was normal, even though they said it looked “funny”. Ultrasound, not normal! This is when they finally discovered the seroma. Halle-frickin’-lujah! Take that, doctors who thought I was faking it.

I had an ultrasound done two months ago and the seroma did not show up then. Either the machine is a piece of junk, the technician didn’t know what the hell she was doing, or it simply wasn’t there. Because of this, the ER doctor I saw wanted to have another ultrasound done in two weeks to see if the seroma changed in size. If it got smaller, we could assume that it would eventually go away on its own, which seromas often do. If it got bigger, then they’d need to get rid of it surgically.

So they sent me home from Saskatoon hospital with some kick-ass drugs and gave me a prescription for some hydromorphone for chronic pain. The doctor gave me an extra shot of Morphine “for the road” so when I stumbled into the drug store with my prescription I got a few funny looks. I was told by the pharmacist that it’s best to take hydromorphone every four hours to keep the pain under control. Do I listen though? No I don’t.

I hate taking pills and being dopey 24/7. I always wait until the pain is too bad but of course by then it’s past the point of getting rid of. My family and friends give me shit for this, but what would you do if you were a single mom of two kids? I can’t take care of them properly while on drugs. Then again, I can’t take care of them properly when I’m in so much pain that I can’t walk or move.

So I made an appointment to see my regular doctor the next week. I explained everything and he had a copy of the ultrasound results with him. I told him the ER doctor wanted me to have another ultrasound in two weeks, so he said, “Ok, call this doctor and do that then. Let’s get this taken care of.”

Uhhh, isn’t that my regular doctor’s job? Now I’m being bounced back and forth between doctors because nobody wants to take responsibility for me? That makes me feel great. I love it when I have doctors who care looking after me. They care enough NOT to make a simple phone call to book an ultrasound. They care enough NOT to prescribe me some pain meds that actually control the pain. They care enough NOT to take out this motherf&#%ing seroma!

Well, screw those two doctors. Today I went to see a specialist. He’s a gynecologist. I was referred to him during my second visit with my general practitioner which was over three months ago. Initially, my doctor thought I may have had an ovarian cyst. After having the first ultrasound, that was ruled out. His next guess was endometriosis. That was ruled out after a visit to the local emergency room, which was a horrible experience by the way. That’s why I went straight to Saskatoon the second time. My doc still thought it was a gynecological problem however so he referred me.

I’ve been waiting for months to see this gyno so I was pretty disappointed today when I didn’t get very many answers. I was examined, I explained the whole story, and I was booked for exploratory surgery. This should make me happy, but I know I’ll be waiting a long time for this surgery.

In the meantime, I’ll still be doped up and in pain since these pills do next to nothing for me. He also didn’t rule out endometriosis which means I need to start taking the birth control pills for at least 2-4 months. I’m fairly certain that’s not what this is, but then, I’m not a doctor.

Either way, I’m not happy. I was hoping that this seroma would be taken care of since I’m sure that’s where the pain is coming from. This gynecologist disagrees. He says my “womb” is sore therefor it’s a gynecological problem. We’ll see who wins in the end I suppose. I hope I win, because if he goes in for this exploratory surgery and finds something wrong, I have to be prepared that things might need to be taken out. He already asked me my position of having more kids. I’m thinking he was asking in case he needed to take out an ovary or two, or maybe my whole uterus. That would certainly be the shits.

I think I would be completely and utterly devastated if I were never able to have more children. I have, however, been blessed with two wonderful buttheads already so I need to be thankful for that. If they’re all I ever have, then I’ll die a happy woman. I would just like to have the choice of having another one if I ever discover someone who is worthy of having one with me.

In the meantime, posting on all my blogs has been rather slow lately because I haven’t felt the mental clarity I need to write anything worthwhile. While these pain meds don’t do a good job at controlling the pain, they’re doing a great job of turning my brain into a useless sack of gray matter.

So I’m going to leave you now. This post has gone on long enough. I’d be amazed to find out anybody actually read the entire thing! I just felt the need to explain things, and to rant a bit. Buh bye for now

If you know anything about me, you know that I’m a pretty ridiculous person. I’m immature, I think farts are funny, and I dance around like a fool even when people are looking. So it’s no surprise that I liked the movie Hot Rod.

It’s one of those ridiculous, useless and pointless movies that you either love or hate. Even though I was really sick and coughing up both my lungs during the entire movie, I still thoroughly enjoyed it.

My favourite part though, and one that will stick with me forever for some reason, was the “whhhiskey” scene. It’s insanely stupid but it makes me laugh every time I watch it.

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I was checking out my RSS feeds in my Google Feed Reader and guess what little treasure I found?

SmashingMagazine.com has some super cool desktop wallpapers you can download for free that have calendars on them! I’ve been thinking about making my own calendar to put on my desktop but these ones are just way cooler. I mean, my image editing skills are pretty mad, but not as good as these.

I chose the one titled “How do you like my new hat?” but I like to choose new desktop wallpapers every few days so I’ll probably go through most of them before the end of the month.

These calendar desktop wallpapers are good for people like me who have no clue what day of the week it is on any given day.

Soup, Soup, the Magical Soup
The more you eat, the more you poop

Yes, I just came up with that all by myself. Thank you, thank you!

*takes a bow and picks up flowers thrown on stage*

Update: I just showed this to my brother and he didn’t think it was funny at all.

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I call them inhabitants because it always seems to be the same person in every public washroom I use.

I try to avoid using public washrooms at all costs, but sometimes when you gotta go, you gotta go. After eating a super soft taco from Taco Time in the mall’s food court, there ain’t nothing gonna hold that in after an hour or two.

So anyway, off to the washroom I go. Sometimes at a very fast pace.

It never fails that there’s always someone already doing their number when you first get in there. I always find it fascinating that most women’s washrooms have the appearance that they’re feminine and clean, but that godawful smell that hits you when you walk in brings you back to reality and turns it into nothing but a dumping ground. Hehe, I enjoy my clever puns. Don’t you?

So I pick a stall. I try to pick one that doesn’t look too disgusting, and is also a safe distance from any other occupants. Sometimes this involves bending over a little bit to see if I can see any feet under the stall door. I hope I’m not that only one that does this…

So I’ve picked my stall. I’m going about my business as stealthily as possible when Public Washroom Inhabitant (PWI) comes in and chooses the stall next to me. She then proceeds to go about her business in the loudest way possible. She grunts and groans and makes satisfactory noises when she’s done. Lady, is this really necessary!? Really?

It’s especially horrible when I have my kid with me and she asks me what those funny noises are coming from the next stall. Never have I been so thankful that there are steel walls separating each toilet. I always worry however that they’ll recognize my shoes after I come out to wash my hands. In those cases, I book it as fast as I can. Yes, I know I’m strange.

What really gets me is when PWI comes out after her shit storm and proceeds to make small talk with me while I’m washing my hands. Dude, don’t talk to me after you just did what you did. Leave me alone since I’m trying to escape in horror as fast as possible.

Also, PWI, next time maybe consider bringing in a newspaper with you and rustling through the pages to at least attempt to cover up your disgusting noises. There’s nothing worse than hearing someone else’s turds plopping in the toilet.

Now I’ve ruined my appetite. I’m sorry if I ruined yours too. I should have warned you.

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I’ve been playing this stupid flash tower defense game for days now and it’s driving me apeshit.

I found Desktop Tower Defense a few weeks ago in my quest for some kickass TD games like Bloons Tower Defense 2. I beat Bloons at easy and medium, but not hard. It pissed me off so I decided to give it a break and try a different one.

I found a few good ones, like Ant Buster, but that one gets really slow after awhile. You have to wait a long time to build up money to upgrade or buy new cannons. So I finally found Desktop Tower Defense.

It’s so simple and the graphics are “meh” but I can’t seem to stop playing it! I’m even dreaming about it. That’s how lame I am.

Beating it on easy is just stupid. No challenge whatsoever. If you can’t beat it, you shouldn’t be allowed to play any type of video game EVER. Medium took me a few tries to figure out a good strategy, but Hard is INSANE!

I won’t tell you how many times I’ve tried because that would be embarrassing (as if this whole post isn’t embarrassing enough), but I won’t be able to sleep soundly ever again until I at least beat it on Hard. There are two more levels after that, Challenge and Fun, but I won’t allow myself to try them until I beat Hard.

If you’ve beaten it on Hard, let me know! Until then, I think I have the right strategy, I’m just upgrading my little dudes at the wrong time. Also, if you want to kill a few hours (or days), go play it. It’s great for getting you all worked up and in a bad mood when you can’t beat it.

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Holy shit. John Reese just (twitted/tweeted/twittered/tweeped?) about this video.

http://motionographer.com/media/biscuit/ComcastRabbit640.mov

He said HAHAHAHA. I figured four “ha’s” means it must be pretty funny so I checked it out. I’m glad I did. It’s ridiculous which makes it awesome. Go watch. Right now. Don’t be eating cereal while you watch though, like I was. Mistake.

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My mom took this picture of me with my daughter Morgan yesterday. I just love it and had to share.

Well I went and changed my Wordpress theme again.

I liked the previous one but it wasn’t widget-ready and when I made it widget-ready it looked pretty dumb. In the meantime, I’ve chosen this one because I think it’s pretty, but I’ve got plans to rip apart a cool theme I found and create a totally unique one.

That will take me a few days I’m sure, but hopefully I’ll have it up and running before the end of the week. Until then, we’re stuck with this one.