50% less, so I'm halfway there
Got a phone call today from a cardiologist from the victor alpha. They reviewed all the tests results from St. Vincent's and didn't agree with the initial hypothesis of blood clot; they're blaming this one on heredity. This poses a whole bunch of different problems, since I am adopted. Er, I don't know my parent's history, and won't find out. I have a sneaking suspicion that my mother probably isn't alive, particularly if her predilections were anything like mine. In fact, she probably didn't last as long as *I* have. I've no desire to dredge up paperwork in another attempt to find them, as I did many years' ago. So...the prognosis is I've lost 50%, not 40, and have a weak heart. Heh. Proof that I'm mean and ornery, so BE NICE OR SUFFER. Or the OTHER 50% will come get you.
Finally got that lil check
The nuclear organization has taken care of Christmas. Got the check today. Was taken aback slightly by the amount, but have a nice little addition to my portfolio and did a good job despite working odd hours to do it. Ter, if you're reading this, send me copies. Mkaythnx. Anyway, since my bank has this FUNKY new policy about 'any other bank's check' we aren't allowed access to our funds for about, oh, four days. THAT'S. JUST. GREAT. So I changed my cash back to a rather hefty amount. Then, the guy working in the teller told me, after I asked if theoretically, I'd cashed the WHOLE check and THEN deposited it would the funds be available? said that no, they could only cover as much as was available in my account. BWAHAHAHAH! Um...the cash I got back is FIVE TIMES the amount I had sitting in my pathetic lil account. Er...I wonder how long it'll take him to figure out his mistake? LOL. Would be mucho funny if the check bounced. K, it wouldn't be. Then, the security guard saches up to my car while I'm yelling through the speaker. I get out, and notice this vivid lime green fluid oozing from underneath the funmobile! He said that I should get that fixed quick, because I didn't want it to run hot. OMG. I freaked. Flew to Shell, where the mechanic looked at it...scratched his head...rubbed underneath and said: "Ma'am, it's dry as a bone under here, but I'll look under the hood for ya." He opens it up and let me know that MY anti-freeze is red; not green. Then, I noticed on my oil guage a SPIDER WEB. HAHAHAHA. UM...Think it's about time for me to consider changing my oil? HAHAHHAHA. Duh. Anyway, I made this command decision to get that much cash back JUST to have it fixed; so now, I will use it for K's Cleesmas. That security guard had me in a semi-panic, and everyone was all staring. Uhhh...I suppose his 'noticing the green stuff' threw the teller off and he gave me more than he should've. Whatever, I need it and that's that.
My body hates me
And I hate it BACK. Change in seasons KILLS me, particularly winter. Just last week, it was in the 60's here. My body's not adjusting to the weather change so well, and reminds me every time I try to do anything. My legs are actually shaking from just driving to the bank and Shell. That's...so not good. They HURT. And my head hurts. Plus, I'm surfing the Crimson as of today, for the first time in...geez, awhile, and GAWD IT HURTS. BAD. REALLY BAD. I mean crippling bad. I think the blood thinners I'm taking are antagonizing this one. But with this lil body function, it definitely explains whyyyy my head and knees hurt sooo bad. They typically do with change in seasons; and they hurt the first couple of days of this girl-thing, too. But throw in both and I'm literally disabled. I do have a referral to another clinic at the victor alpha, but it's not coming soon enough. I'm not putting a tree up this year; I can't do it physically, and am not about to put K through the horror of it. That or taking it down. Ugh. I wanted to but this is how it's gotta be. The way I feel, plus the doctor's little phone call, pretty much made this decision for me. Anyone wanna go shop for me? PLEAAAAAAAASE? Ugh. Not only do I hate it, but I can't DO it right now. I'm gonna do what that guy in Angland did; throw my legs over a traintrack, and let my thighs be cleanly amputated just above the knee. Yeah! No more of this crappppppp. Still running a fever, too, but I'm not sure WHAT that's associated with. Could be any number of wars being fought inside my body. Maybe I'll place bets on which wins. Heh. Me, myself and I in a trifecta. *I* am the long shot. :)
Das ist alles
There have been some REALLY BIZARRE LJers reading my LJ lately. Why is that? Come to think of it, why does anyone read this? It's weird. My life consists of sleep and work and K. And that's it. And yet they come back, in fact the numbers increase, to read this mindless dribble written by a swill merchant. Hahaha. SHAME ON YOU. Go find a fun one, where they use a lot of profanity or at the very least, start drama among their friends. Duh. *picks nose* And if you shouldn't be reading my journal? GET OFF OF IT, OR I WILL TALK ABOUT YOU. MKAY? GET IT? You've been warned here AND on the phone. Keep it up, and I'll verbally slam you into the next galaxy. There's that. Stop being SUCH a jackass and LIVE. YOUR. LIFE. Mine isn't interesting enough to live precariously through. GEEZ.
/rant and roll.