Today’s going to be a lot of back-and-forthing. This week has a lot of that, to be honest, but it just got worse. I had bloodwork yesterday, and went shopping afterwards with the munchkin to give my husband time to catch up on sleep as he had class last night.
Then I find out I need to do MORE bloodwork because there was a mix-up and the lab forgot to get a urine sample, so I go back today. Then go get my hair chopped. Tomorrow I have an EKG and pick up on oxyimitor to monitor me over night. Then Thursday I drop that back off at the doctor’s office and Mum will be taking the munchkin and I out so that I can get my immigration photos taken.
I think Friday I get a breather, somewhat. It would normally be a gaming weekend, but my husband doesn’t finish classes until Saturday night, so none of that.
I just hope they get the bloodwork right today, I don’t have any more time to be running around, especially as my mornings are booked and the afternoons my husband has dibs on the car for class and work.
Well, must get my butt on the road. I’m still not sure quite what I’m going to do with my hair. I want it short, but nice, but there’ve been those that have pointed out too short wouldn’t be good with my face shape, and suggested shoulder length layers, which…while they look cute…still look too long for what I want to do.
I stopped by my old employer yesterday after I got out of the mall to kill another hour before I went back home. They haven’t seen the munchkin in a good six months, and he had fun toddling all over the library. My old boss nearly choked on a cookie when I told her I was cutting my hair off. It was neat to see the people I saw, most of the ones I had issue with and didn’t like are not there any more, and the few that still were I was able to avoid.
I sat up in the break room with a good friend while he was eating lunch, and let the munchkin run around and burn some of his energy off, caught up with him, let him know what was going on with my testing. We did a joking, ‘Meds!! Woohoo! Sleeping Meds!” Happy song, and he jokingly offered me some tranquilizers.
I have more than enough meds right now, and depending on what these findings are I may wind up with more. This is the part of the process I don’t like and didn’t think I would have to go through again, the rounds and rounds of tests all the while not knowing what’s going on with your body, and because paranoia is human nature conjuring up all sorts of deadly things that it must be because they don’t know and can’t give you a name for your illness.
