Hey all. *waves* So much to say, so few minutes to say it in.
First off, that thing in my stomach? Rogue muscle cells (don't ask, I have no idea how they got into my abdomen or why they've decided to set up shop and reproduce). *chants "it's not cancer, it's not cancer"* My GP (the one whose mantra seems to be 'all this is caused by obesity and diabetes') has been awfully fucking sheepish on the phone. Bastard. Will call gastroenterologist tomorrow to schedule surgery. But YAY! There's something there, it can be taken care of, I'm not a hypochondriac (which I think my GP also suspected of me).
( And now, a little rant about my dad )
I have June 3-7 off. I had orignally planned to go to NYC *bawls* but I decided that my niece and my wedding were pretty damn important things to have money for, so I had to scrap the Big Apple trip. But, vacation! I'll be at the midnight line party at the Arena Grand Thursday night, seeing the PoA matinee on Saturday, and maybe meeting up with
ishie and friend on Monday night. I am going to be PoA'd out.
But, but, but. Before I get any more email, I swear I'm gonna get something out over this next week or so. I've been getting nasty emails asking when I'm going to update [insert any of my zillion WiPs here]. *pulls hair out* So I'm gonna buckle down and get something done. *refuses to acknowledge Fred/Tonks/George plot bunny*
Random thoughts:
I thought I'd bought some of that really good port wine cheese the other day only to discover it's 'cheese food.' Um, WTF? *bins it*
I made it through my flist since I last read it! Go me.
nsmom, sorry not to hear from you. Hope your weekend went well! :)
First off, that thing in my stomach? Rogue muscle cells (don't ask, I have no idea how they got into my abdomen or why they've decided to set up shop and reproduce). *chants "it's not cancer, it's not cancer"* My GP (the one whose mantra seems to be 'all this is caused by obesity and diabetes') has been awfully fucking sheepish on the phone. Bastard. Will call gastroenterologist tomorrow to schedule surgery. But YAY! There's something there, it can be taken care of, I'm not a hypochondriac (which I think my GP also suspected of me).
( And now, a little rant about my dad )
I have June 3-7 off. I had orignally planned to go to NYC *bawls* but I decided that my niece and my wedding were pretty damn important things to have money for, so I had to scrap the Big Apple trip. But, vacation! I'll be at the midnight line party at the Arena Grand Thursday night, seeing the PoA matinee on Saturday, and maybe meeting up with
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But, but, but. Before I get any more email, I swear I'm gonna get something out over this next week or so. I've been getting nasty emails asking when I'm going to update [insert any of my zillion WiPs here]. *pulls hair out* So I'm gonna buckle down and get something done. *refuses to acknowledge Fred/Tonks/George plot bunny*
Random thoughts:
I thought I'd bought some of that really good port wine cheese the other day only to discover it's 'cheese food.' Um, WTF? *bins it*
I made it through my flist since I last read it! Go me.
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