Boobs Behaving Badly

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Pilot Episode ~ Episode 1 ~ Episode 2 ~ Episode 3 ~ Episode 4 ~ Episode 5 ~ Episode 6 ~ Episode 7 ~ Episode 8

And if you haven’t, let’s hit play on this sucker.

I’m not a fan of this ride.

Okay, who the hell didn’t touch wood!!

Yeah, that’s right, after last weeks post I got a nice dose of those dreaded joint aches.

F*ck does that shit hurt!

Every move kills. Then again, staying still kills too.

It’s a lose lose situation.

I am happy to report they lasted about two days before tapering off to nothing. And fingers crossed (because touching wood didn’t work!) they won’t be back.

Which means I’m now ‘fully’ vaccinated against Covid.

Which also means traveling to Oz should be easier. Note I said easier and not easy? Because you now need a filing cabinet full of paperwork to go between Singapore and Sydney.

What I want to know is are they counting the weight of all that paperwork in you baggage allowance? If so, I call bullshit! Then again, I’ve been calling bullshit on a lot of stuff lately. I’m putting it down to the hormones.

Yeah, that’s right, shit is still making me angry/annoyed. Shit that I would normal not even blink at. Like getting into a cab and smelling smoke from when the driver took his last break. That’s never gotten to me before.

So anyway, did I mention last week we had our yearly physical? Did I also mention I had to go back and do my bloods because someone forgot to take the fifty billion liters of red stuff before they injected me with radioactive stuff to do an MRI on my spine? Yeah, so that was fun.

NOT!

Because of the lymph nodes they took out of my left armpit I now have to have all injections, take my blood pressure, and draw blood out of my right arm. I’ve never done any of those things on my right arm before. Needless to say, true to form, the blood draw didn’t go well.

First, it hurt like a motherf*cker! I swear, either I’m getting more sensitive to shit or I’m getting every butcher in town (read last weeks post about my Covid booster shot). Anyway, the nurse is asking if I’d drunk enough water (and really how much is enough) and I say yes, (because while I don’t drink a lot of water I’ve never had a problem before) why do you ask?

“Oh, it’s coming out really slow.”

Huh?

“I’m sorry this is taking so long, but it’s really slow.”

Yes, you said that.

“I’m sorry. It’s really slow.”

Ah, okay…..is it hot in here…..

Oh, looky at those sparkles….

Uh oh, the room is spinning….

“Are you okay? Are you light headed? Put your head between your knees!”

At which point she puts her hand on the back of my head and shoves my head down.

Now this wouldn’t be so bad if I was expecting it and I wasn’t feeling light headed and as though I were about to throw up. I should also add I was sitting on a chair with my arm on a desk. It wasn’t the most comfortable or even smart thing to do because the second my torso when lower than my arm my vein collapsed.

Oh, what a fun time we’re having on this ride that is my life right now.

So after she removes the needle thingy from my arm she moves me to another room where there’s a bed I can lay down on and THEN she tells me she’s going to try again.

F*ck my life!

No really.

F*CK MY LIFE!

I’m done.

I was done a while ago really. But it is what it is and you do what you have to.

And apparently I have to have a headache for the next two days which veers sharply into a migraine that my meds squash only to wake again this morning with another one.

Oh, and have I mentioned Mr.C is currently in the hospital? No?

Well, he went in today to have his gallbladder removed. It’s been planned for a while and not an emergency so that’s a good thing but what isn’t good is that we’re still under Covid restrictions so he can’t have visitors. At all. Instead I got a phone call from the theater when he was out.

I think I’ve mentioned before that I’m not one to freak out over stuff and I’m not freaking out exactly….but I’m not handling this not being able to go there with him very well. Luckily there’s Facetime. And yes, we’ve already Facetimed a couple of times. He’s supposed to be there for two nights. We’re hoping he’ll be allowed home tomorrow because if anyone can recover from surgery quickly it’s Mr.C. We joke about him having a cast iron stomach and no pain receptors and that probably explains why he didn’t have any symptoms of gallstones even though one of them is over 3cm!

Anywho, that’s where I am. In the middle of a stress out over Mr.C, recovering from a migraine, bruised to the hilt along my right arm and just generally feeling like it’s all too much.

Like I said before, I’m done.

Can I get off this ride now?