Have watched zero Gilmore Girls, Grey's, nothing, for months. Just been watching Futurama and Bob's Burgers on repeat due to sickness and forced myself to watch today and I feel so much better. I'm going to try to watch an episode a day, like I used to do. It's my fave and I kind of want to finish it before Netflix takes it away, I'm on the last season.
Saw the bf for the first time in two weeks. Told him not to come down last week because of the whole not being able to breathe with a swollen thyroid thing. Now I'm just sad.
New Christmas story in the works:
Clementine. Nolan. Two coworkers in need of a significant other for the holidays so the fam will get off their backs. I mean it happens in every Hallmark movie, so it's gotta work. Probably done by Christmas. Probably will post in new temp tab. Definitely will keep you updated.
For the past two hours I've been trying to post this entry, and it kept disappearing. After four or five tries I decided to exit out of the browser, shut down the comp, try again, and it was still happening. Tried three more times, contacted chat, talking to Trevor B., he suggested I delete all browsing history so I did, tried again, wouldn't work, when I thought for a second: Sometimes Weebly will post the wrong date on the entries. I scroll down, just out of curiosity, and lo and behold, there's my seven empty blog posts. Lololol. Hilar. I was actually starting to panic and wonder if I should switch to another site and lose all my content but, you know, I need a blog, that's what I do. So good thing I'm smart. And pretty.
I know I said I would and never did so here they are: The week Celia was here those many many moons ago. The first pic was when she had a rough week and I couldn't find her anywhere; not in her drawer fort, not under the bed or dressers, when I spotted two little kitty hands sticking out from under the pillow. The second is after she fell off the windowsill and pulled it off to look like she meant to do it, and then the last two are of her two other kitty burrowings that are just so doggone cute.
The bf has been patient, understanding, supportive, and loving, despite not having any idea what's going on, and he is raising quite the little lady without me while I heal. But, let's be honest, she was already quite the little lady so it's not like it's hard.
This is my all time fave pic. It was taken during the process of sketching Michelangelo's "David," and I like it so much more than the end result. I don't know if it's because I find the process more interesting than the completed form or what, but I just love it. And had to share it. So you guys remember why you love me.
So you've heard my story, but this is Benji's:
Since Friday, he has been throwing up, had diarrhea, hasn't been eating, had a fever, and inflamed bright red skin. We took him to urgent care, they give him liquids because he's dehydrated, and they couldn't tell us what was wrong, but they gave him some antibiotics. Didn't help: He was wheezing, coughing, having difficulty breathing, so we took him to an over night internal medicine specialist. They say they think he has pancreatitis. Then they say it's not that. Now they think it's vasculitis. They're giving him steroids and they had to take two biopsies of his pink skin, from his ear and belly. We just visited him, he has two shaved arms, an IV, a shaved belly, and stitches. He's very tired and lethargic, but they're going to figure it out and he is going to be fine because he is a strong little puppy. We may be able to take him home tomorrow. I'm not going to the family Thanksgiving due to my sickness, so I will take care of him. It'll be the sick helping the sick.
Health update time. I know I act all in control and aloof and nonpsychotic on the internet, but that's because it's easy. In real life, I have done the following since Friday:
1. Thought I was going to legitimately die.
2. Cried 100 times.
3. Thought I was going to legitimately die.
4. Made myself feel better by thinking about all the dead celebrities who have already done it and might be waiting for me (i.e. Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe).
5. Made myself feel better by remembering that if I did die at least I wouldn't be suffering anymore.
You may recall I have an autoimmune disease called Hashimoto's, which targets the thyroid. Well, since Friday, my thyroid has been swollen. Therefore, it has been choking me. I have spent every waking moment having to consciously take a breath. I have spent every night hoping I wake up in the morning. Suffered to Monday, since no docs are open on the weekend, and Rachel called and urgent care wouldn't be able to do anything for me; they would just send me to the ER, which wasn't in option . . . last ER visit, just to be discharged with nothing wrong with me, was $3,000+. So we get an appointment with Dr. Taylor, my primary physician in my hometown. We tell him everything. We tell him my thyroid's swollen and it's chocking me. I cannot, for the love of god and all of the fucking angels up there, breathe. He says nothing's wrong with me. I cry. Mom cries. He leaves us with a "Have a good day." We see my functional medicine doc today, he spends two and a half hours with us. He stretches my thyroid. Counts my breaths per minute. Is appalled by breaths per minute, as I'm panting. Teaches me breathing exercises. Takes me to abdomen therapy. Does acupuncture. Gives me an anti-inflammatory ointment and supplement. I get home. Take one dose. I am cured as I can fucking be. Skype bf. Cry for fifteen minutes for finally feeling like I'm not going to die.
PS Pay no attention to my ensemble. I was very sick. And anyway Spider-Man is an anytime kind of shirt. And fuzzy socks are an anytime kind of sock. Also Crocs.
My two fave people hugging each other. I want to be in that hug :'( Right in between. A little Amelia sandwich. Then we'd proceed to forever move around like that. In an Amelia sandwich. Forever.
Actually, I can. This water wheel bot from Futurama always has to be cycling water or she'll die, and every five seconds she's like "THIS IS IT! I WANNA LIVE" and she jumps into the ocean and gets more and then she starts talking normal until it runs out again. That's so me. I have okay times and can be in okay spirits but when something happens I'm like "THIS IS THE END. THIS IS HOW I GO." Because honestly that's how it feels. I feel ya, outsourced water wheel robot.
Kim K comes out with a purely selfie-filled book that contains the same pic over and over and over of her face, while I have I don't know how many and don't feel like counting the amount of books I've written with different words and plots and stories and twists and characters that took years to brainstorm and write and edit and publish and she makes billions of dollars and I make $0.29 sometimes? Not to mention the fact that I'm deathly sick, bouncing from doctor to doctor getting no answers?
We live in a cruel, cruel world.
How long do you give Joe and Sophia? Kinda getting the hunch they'll be getting an annulment in 30 days.
You may find:
1. A million of my mom's notes on my health (i.e. the mysteries of H Pylori, leaky gut, diet, Hashimoto's, and recipes research), with a complete day by day summary of my symptoms since August.
2. More millions of my mom's notes on my health, with several doc contacts nearby.
3. The Paleo diet of what I can and can't eat.
4. Paleo recipe books.
5. My blood work from the 8+ times I've gotten in drawn since July.
6. The time of my next appointment.
7. More researching on the digestive system in general.
I woke up this morning to two of my neuro appointments being canceled (at least for today and tomorrow), a functional medicine appointment tomorrow, a new appointment to see another doc today at 3:15, and an appointment to see her endocrinologist in January. And all this was done before she went to work. That woman sure knows how to get stuff done.