I'm sure that no one has quite picked up on it yet, but all my titles thus far (except for maybe the first) are song lyrics from either whatever song currently fits my mood or one that I just can't get out of my head. Thank God circus music doesn't have words or I would be even more doomed! (Don't ask, you really don't want to know!)
Have any of you watched the TV show "Reaper"? It's a new show this season directed by Kevin Smith about a guy named Sam. The season starts on his 21st birthday whereupon he finds out that his parent's sold the soul of their firstborn to the Devil in exchange for saving his dad's life. They did this because his dad got violently ill and there was no hope for recovery and he had already had a vasectomy so they figured that they would never have to worry about any children's souls. Well, the devil didn't like this so already long story short, the doctor that performed the vasectomy screwed up like a ton of procedures and Sam's parents have two healthy baby boys! The soul of the firstborn would become property of the devil on his 21st birthday, which is where we come in. Well, in exchange for his soul, the Devil wants Sam to collect the souls of those that have escaped from Hell with a chosen object and then return that soul and container to a drop off-site. Well when Sam asks about this, the Devil tells him that these drop off sites are all over- just think of any place that is Hell on Earth. You guessed it- the DMV is the main one.
And the point of this mini-speech about Reaper, you might ask. Well, for the past three weeks I have been wondering if my job might not also be one of these drop-off sites. They were crazy for no apparent reason. Thankfully, this week did not follow suit and went seemingly well until today. Today was just one of those weird days where you are convinced that it must be a full moon. Typically, when I walk in the door to my area at 11, it is relatively calm and after a little while I am asked to schedule our first patient for my Urgent Care area. That wasn't quite the case today. When I arrived 15 minutes early, we already had one patient and a second was being scheduled because she was disoriented. I guess at some point in the past two days, she had fallen and was now quite disoriented (went wandering outside in the middle of the night last night, got in the shower fully dressed, etc.). Then I was asked to schedule a girl my age for a first time treatment because she is a hematology patient and pregnant. She appears to be about ready to pop and had started having contractions and had to receive treatment so that she didn't bleed out when she had the baby. By the time we got everything calmed down, we had a situation where we had to call security on a patient's wife. It was a very interesting day, to say the least.
This afternoon I was emailing back and forth with a good friend because we haven't had much chance this week to talk to due concurrent colds, housework, homework, renovations, and sleep deprivation between the two of us. He asked how my week had been and I started typing it out and after seeing it all in print, I should have had an absolutely terrible week. But it wasn't. It was quite fine and I didn't even realize how how bad it would look to an outsider until I committed it all to paper. Guess it's all just a part of grinning and bearing it.
Mom's knee has been bothering her quite a bit lately, especially when she walks, and her doctor kind of kept blowing it off. Last time she went in to see him, he ordered x-rays and they showed a tear so he sent her for an MRI. Well, we have been checking for the results to pop up on the computer ever since she had it Tuesday night. Today the report was finally posted and sure enough, she has a torn meniscus. Her doctor now acknowledged that there actually was something wrong and is referring her to ortho. Surgery is a likely possibility I think. I guess she and I probably shouldn't have gone shopping last Sunday, but we did have a fantastic time. It was another one of those "It's my privilege" excursions as we got matching flannel comforters with the cutest snowmen. She also did the mom thing and bought me a new winter coat as I finally acknowledged that I can't quite comfortable wear the same winter coat that I have been wearing since I was 17. And while she did buy me stuff, she also bought herself a new necklace, cuz you know how my mom loves those shiny, sparkly pieces of jewelry! :)
Also, it has been a rather trying week at home in terms of me not screaming and ripping out all my hair (which has changed color yet again.... I couldn't leave well enough alone.) It is as though some unnamed people think that I have nothing better to do when I come home at night than clean. But yet I asked this morning for him do clean up some clothes and do a load or two of laundry and you'd have think I asked him to tat a lace veil. I now understand why mom mom would always get so frustrated. Some days I honestly think I have married a man much like my father and it scares the living shit out of me. Oh well, I just can't let him get to me and if his stuff gets in my way, I guess I will just throw it out. :)
Aside from that, even though I have not actually been diagnosed because until recently I had not had enough symptoms, I am now 99% sure that I do have lupus. Over the past few weeks, more and more symptoms keep popping up. I wonder if it's due to the seasons changing at all? Well at least the trees changing since it is still 80+ degrees outside and it's October. Either way, it's getting annoying because I have a really dry mouth and am constantly thirsty and no matter how much I drink, my mouth stays dry and I stay thirsty. I see my new Rheumatologist in a few weeks and I hope he doesn't just add another pill to my collection. Ugh!
As for my grandparents, I feel bad for my grandma because it is getting to the point where everyone wants her to do this and do that, and she finally got what she wants in life. She finally got her little house in the woods with some property and she happily plays outside all day. I admire her so much for all of her strength and resiliency. I doubt she even realizes quite how strong she is.
Well, now that I have rambled on, I suppose I should get up as the kitchen won't finish cleaning itself and the dishes won't put themselves away, so I bid you adieu.
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It's never lupus.
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