starting to damage my calm
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deadlightsgirl Good news, home from Florida. After two flight cancellations, the one we finally managed to get on was smooth and easy, and got us in to NY (albeit JFK, not White Plains) only two and a half hours after we were supposed to have arrived. Luckily my mom was mellow about shlepping us to a farther airport to pick us up. Gracie even slept most of the way, I read "Angels and Demons" on my kindle (which I have named Wesley, since I can make it be any book I want), and the in-flight Direct-TV had The Princess Bride on Bravo, for which I didn't need to buy headphones since I (like most of you, I'm sure) know that movie just that well. We were very happy to be home, Gracie bounced all over the place, and we all slept like dead things.
Yesterday was my endoscopy, which went smoothly save for the guy having a wee bit of trouble finding a vein in my hand, so there had to be some prodding and cursing. Before conking out, I of course was loopy enough to ask if any of them watched The X-Files, and then explain about the guy who used twilight anaesthetic to give girls lobotomies. Though come to think of it, maybe I should have been concerned that the anaesthesia would have the side effect of making me read cheesy vampire novels.
Anyway. I came out of it, they gave me fruit punch and M&Ms and told me my results. For those who haven't read them already elsewhere, I have a great big hiatal hernia (the thing where the valve to you stomach isn't closing), plus a twisted stomach, like Santa's Little Helper. I have to go get some X Ray for some reason I forget, and he gave me eating advice and pills which are supposed to help, both of which I will start taking tomorrow or the next day (CVS couldn't get them right away). Tomorrow restarts the dexedrine and good eating, in any case. It is very nice to have a name for this after all these years, I must say.
After the tummy doctor, I went home feeling woozy and crappy (mom drove) and got shot up, and spent today in usual shot day yuck, exacerbated by Rob having his band practice tonight. This isn't normally a same-day-as-shot-day thing, but I had to push shot day back to get the endoscopy over with. I had made arrangements with my friend J to come keep me company and help out with Gracie, but she hasn't called nor shown up nor answered her phone. Sigh. It is the ass end of shot day and I am mostly tired and achy, but my insides are all icky from yesterday plus all the food from vacay, so being on my own with the kiddo is not my favourite thing right now. I hope J is just flakey and not sick or anything, but in any case, frustrating.
Yesterday was my endoscopy, which went smoothly save for the guy having a wee bit of trouble finding a vein in my hand, so there had to be some prodding and cursing. Before conking out, I of course was loopy enough to ask if any of them watched The X-Files, and then explain about the guy who used twilight anaesthetic to give girls lobotomies. Though come to think of it, maybe I should have been concerned that the anaesthesia would have the side effect of making me read cheesy vampire novels.
Anyway. I came out of it, they gave me fruit punch and M&Ms and told me my results. For those who haven't read them already elsewhere, I have a great big hiatal hernia (the thing where the valve to you stomach isn't closing), plus a twisted stomach, like Santa's Little Helper. I have to go get some X Ray for some reason I forget, and he gave me eating advice and pills which are supposed to help, both of which I will start taking tomorrow or the next day (CVS couldn't get them right away). Tomorrow restarts the dexedrine and good eating, in any case. It is very nice to have a name for this after all these years, I must say.
After the tummy doctor, I went home feeling woozy and crappy (mom drove) and got shot up, and spent today in usual shot day yuck, exacerbated by Rob having his band practice tonight. This isn't normally a same-day-as-shot-day thing, but I had to push shot day back to get the endoscopy over with. I had made arrangements with my friend J to come keep me company and help out with Gracie, but she hasn't called nor shown up nor answered her phone. Sigh. It is the ass end of shot day and I am mostly tired and achy, but my insides are all icky from yesterday plus all the food from vacay, so being on my own with the kiddo is not my favourite thing right now. I hope J is just flakey and not sick or anything, but in any case, frustrating.
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Date: 2009-04-08 11:51 pm (UTC)Two things:
1. What is wrong with me?
and
2. I'm so glad you don't have that
*hugs* and *smooches* dearling. Miss you!
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Date: 2009-04-09 03:51 am (UTC)