Fadedwords

This was something I did on Face*book… but I was so interested in the answers I’ve received so far that I thought I’d post it here and see what you all thought.    I’m not going to tag anyone to do this, but feel free to post it on your blog if you want.

How well do you know me? Comment on this post with your answers!

1: The love of my life:
2: Where you and I met?
3: Take a stab at my middle name:
4: How long have you known me?
5: The last time we saw each other?
6: Would I ever go skydiving?
7: Your first impression of me upon meeting/seeing me?
8: Am I funny?
9: What’s my favorite music?
10: Can I sing?
11: The best feature about me?
12: What do I want to do more than anything?
13: What is the one thing you think I should do?
14: Do I have any special talents? If so, what are they?
15: Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else(what)?
16: Have you ever hugged me?
17: My favorite food?
18: Have you ever see me cry?
19: If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be?
20: Your favorite memory of me?
21: If you and I were stranded on an island, what would I bring?
22: Do I believe in God?
23: Who’s my best friend?
24: What is your overall impression of me?
25: Where do you think I will be in 25 years?

I have weird dreams.  Ask anyone who knows me and they’re going to tell you that I dream up some crazy stuff.  I don’t eat before bed.  I don’t watch TV as I’m falling asleep.  I really have no idea where the dreams come from, other than an overactive imagination that doesn’t have enough outlets.  I’ve dreamed that my dog is an i*phone.  I’ve dreamed that my boyfriend’s motorcycle is an i*phone.  (those two dreams are easily explainable!)  I’ve dreamed that one of my closest friends kicked me out of the church she was a pastor in, twice.  I’ve dreamed that my friend Elyssa was trying to sell the CD my brother and I recorded on the black market.  I’ve dreamed a lot of really strange stuff.

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This is what it looks like when 90 pounds of German Shepherd wants to lay on your lap and you’re not making it easy for him:

He gets incredibly upset if he’s not granted his wishes instantly, and typically will look at you disdainfully or sigh and grumble about it.  Then when you laugh at him, he grumbles some more.

I apologize for the lack of Merlin Mondays recently.  I’ve been horrible about taking photos (shocking), and then I’ve had all this health nonsense crop up.  The only reason one is getting done today is that it’s 3am and I’m awake with a gallbladder attack.  The percocet is finally kicking in though!  This means that it still hurts, I’m still nauseous, but I don’t give a fig.  Oh happy day, I can try to get some sleep.

Hmm… this is like Merlin Monday the narcotic edition.  This is Merlin Monday… this is Merlin Monday when the blogger is on pain meds.  Any questions?  hehe.

My boss is cool enough that he’s arranged two Saturday work days for those of us on staff who are interested in participating.  One is today and one is March 21st.  I’m pretty glad that he’s done this, because it gives us the opportunity to earn some extra money and get some work done.  He’s offered me the option of trading this day for a sick day, which I’m drastically in need of considering the fact that I’ve been so sick all year. 

I guess the bright side of all of this gallbladder nonsense is that I have an explanation for all of the stomach problems I’ve had this year.  I’d been getting pretty concerned about that, and the doctor said that all of it can be explained by the gallbladder starting to go.  At least I’m not a complete hypochondriac.

In any case… working on Saturday not as much fun as one might think.  There are good folks here though, and it’s giving me the opportunity to get caught up on a lot of things.  Oh!  Lunch is free too.  Yum, lunch.

And as a sidenote:

Any time your boss hands you $40 and asks you to go buy cookies, you go.  And you recognize that you have the coolest bost.  EVAR.

My phone rang at about 8:15 this morning and it was the radiology department at the hospital.  They’d received an order for my ultrasound and wanted to schedule it.  She asked if I could come in next Thursday at 1pm and I said, “Don’t I have to be no food or drink for 8 hours prior to the ultrasound?” She said that I did, and I told her that I didn’t think I could go from 8pm the night before until 10am without eating something… at least not without killing someone.  So she asked if March 2nd at 9am would be better.  I said sure, and did the pre-registration.

It’s not ideal; I would have preferred to have an ultrasound tomorrow and figure out exactly what’s going on.  *shrug* In the long run, my gallbladder isn’t going to kill me.  My Aunt survived 5+ years with hers, and that’s without any medication.  I have some lovely percocet that I can take if mine flares again.  They’ve made sure that the duct between the gallbladder and my pancreas isn’t blocked via blood test, so I’m fine there.  I’ll just manage pain if it happens, and wait for the test.  It’s quite likely that even if they find gall stones in there, it’ll be a month before they can schedule surgery anyway. 

In any case… health problem #572 is well on its way to finding solution.  *sigh* I am so sick of health problems that I could scream.  It’s like, just when I am getting one thing on track something else pops up.  It’s even more frustrating because none of this is inexpensive.  I’m trying hard to save up to go to Disney with my family this summer, and all of these medical things are really kicking that right in the butt.  I’ll make it work, but seriously.  It’s hard to save up when all of your “extra” cash is having to go to paying doctor bills because your insurance sucks. 

Hmm.  That’s a rant for another day, and one I think I’ve had before.  Perhaps I’ll just cut it off there.  Long story short- the gallbladder issue is going to be taken care of, medical bills suck, but I’m still going to find a way to afford Disney.