Listified

I updated my List for 2008. I added a couple of things, like buying something red (I’ve never had anything red!), and updated what books I’ve read so far.

Nothing thrilling, but things I’d like to accomplish nonetheless.

I’m going to bed now, because my doctor told me to take Nurofen Plus for my sinus migraine… and it’s working, as well as making me sleeeeeepy.

I am numb.

Fever free!

I got my blood test results today, and for once, the good fairy was smiling down on me.

I do not have Glandular Fever. Yay! My blood test did show, however, that my body is waging war against something nasty. Which has something to do with my recent penchant for sinus infections, I do believe. I’ve been given a 10 day course of antibiotics, which better damn well work - $40 for 10 days of tablets! And my doctor has insisted that if my sinuses haven’t cleared up once the antibiotics are gone, I need to go back and have some scans done on my sinuses.

Not only that, but I have the pleasure of going for another blood test next month, just to make sure that my next results show that the whole antibody thing is working. If not, then I don’t know what next.

A happy side note, my cholesterol has dropped a fair bit since my last blood test. Woo!

(And I totally just remembered that I was going to ask what my blood type was, but forgot about it. Ah well, next month.)

So now that I know I’m not dying from something that required quarantine in previous years, I can just complain about my achey head and eye sockets.

Even better, everyone can come and give me sympathy hugs now that it’s confirmed that I’m not contagious!

Oozy Lucy

Ears are done! I went and saw my piercer yesterday, and she finally changed my jewellery to some stainless steel sleepers.
(I now have 3 sleepers in each ear and am pretending that I’m hardcore.)

The backs of my ears are currently disgusting. Bruising, blood, and what’s left of the lumps, which were again drained. I have more cream - which I found out is hemarroid cream - to apply for the next week, and then fingers crossed, I should be good.

I should have been charged, and I think she was going to charge me, until my friend (who was in the room) unwittingly piped up with “hey, can you check my piercing?”

And so I was kicked out of the room, because as much as I love my friend, I don’t really want to see her pierced nipple.

So I got a free pair of earrings and a cleanup. Heh.

Said friend is getting transferred to a different department at work, I found out today. Which is awesome for her, but has me feeling a little worried about what’s going to happen to my own department, since we’re losing a member and will be down to 3 people. I’m sad to see my buddy go, cause we have lots of fun during the day, but it’s not like she’s leaving the country. She’s only going to be on the other side of a partition! Things are going to be rearranged once she’s moved, so her desk is up for grabs, which is in a prime location (yay - no people walking past all the time!) but if I get it, I get the busiest phone in the department (boo!).

And that is my Thursday. Oh, I got my nails did. Just a plain white French manicure, which is very plain for me, considering I’m known to get hot pinks, bright blues and the odd neon green on occasion…

Tres Cute

Him: You are so cute, if I could, I would get a spoon and eat you all up.
Me: (giggles) But then you’d get to the last spoonful and go “oh, shit!”
Him: And then I’d have to poison myself… like Romeo & Juliet.
(pause)
Him: They were idiots.

I just love my man… squish.

Bloody hell! (And needles.)

I had my blood test today. I was so proud of myself. You should be proud of me too. I hate needles, even though I’ve been having one every 12 weeks for roughly 18 months now. Needles, blood and I are not friends.

I think this is the first time they had trouble finding my vein. It was 8am by the time I got in to have it done… and despite my lack of sleep last night, the burning sinuses and the general feeling of wanting to slide to the floor, I felt like saying “I’m alive… honest! There’s blood in there somewhere!”

Also had a slightly embarassing situation where my number was called, I went to stand up, and the chair started to come with me. Ergh. That’s it… beat the possible-glandular-fever sufferer over the achey head with the fat stick. I would go to the gym, if I didn’t feel like I would collapse. Stupid waiting room chairs. We don’t need the chairs to have armrests, we just need our damn number to be called already so we can get on with it.

You may recall that this time last week I blogged about my lumpy ear, and that it needed to be drained etc. Lump is supposed to be gone now. Lump is back, bigger than ever. Lump is deciding to ooze gunk at random intervals. I need to go back to the piercer and have it drained again. I’m also going to sit there and not move until she either (a) puts in the new studs I bought for them, or (b) provides me with some stainless steel sleepers that I will no doubt have to pay for. It’s ridiculous for me to pay $130 for a pair of sleepers, and I’ve decided that I’m not going to do it. Hey, my other two ear piercings have had no problems with sterling silver in them… I just want these stupid bars out of my ears, they’re too long and I catch them on everything. Comb hair? Snag earring. Have a conversation which involves avid use of hand signals? Snag earring. Roll over in my sleep? Snag earring.

I’m wondering when I’m going to start feeling “normal” again. Ya know, because it’s been so long since I woke up without a headache, feeling like I haven’t slept at all, with my earlobe stuck to my head.

(I did have a pedicure though. Which was quite amusing, giggling away while someone sloughed away all my dead skin. Am very ticklish. But the massage chair? Heaven.)

Me: An Update.

I am crap. Hence the lack of posting. And if you’ve just read (or about to read) the previous post, this also compounds my crapness.

I’ve had a dull migraine for two weeks now, due to yet another sinus infection. Finally got in to see the doctor about it on Saturday. I’ve been given a 7 day course of antibiotics. We’re on day 3 and so far, nothing.
(But all the crying over Floyd in the past hour or so has resulted in a little bit of a runny nose…)

I also explained that for about 8 weeks now I’ve been feeling totally exhausted, despite sleeping 8-9 hours a night. He asked if I was depressed; I said no (but is it bad that I’m reconsidering that answer?), and he’s sending me for a blood test. He seems to think I have glandular fever, and if this is case, nothing can be done about it. Hooray.

Shoot me, please? Then I might feel well-rested.

Mum and I went on a shopping trip on Saturday, which would have been fun had it not been so traumatic. It took me about 25 minutes to find a carpark, in a part of the shopping centre I never knew existed, and then another 25 to get back onto the main road to get home afterwards. We even got lost trying to find the car!

In between that, though, we did girly stuff. I did something that all women should do, but not what Katie did - I went and got fitted for a bra. Statistics show that something like 95% of women are wearing the wrong sized bra. So that was the first thing Mum and I did - and no surprises here - we were both wearing the wrong sizes, but only just. Mum was wearing a cup size smaller than she needed to, but had the under bust measurement right, and I had the right cup size (how rude!) but the wrong measurement underneath.

I was paranoid about getting fitted, because I am rather large chested.
(Let’s be honest, I’m all friggin’ boobs no matter what I wear. It’s quite annoying when you’re trying to cover up for work etc.)
I had a feeling I needed to go up a size around the strap, but I was mortified of them saying: “Well, you’re actually an E cup” - because at that point I would have thrown myself on the floor and treated the Myer fitting rooms wti a tantrum a toddler would be proud of.

But no tantrum. Just new bras. Comfortable ones! And pretty ones!
I hate buying bras. I used to love it when I was smaller in the bust, becuase I could just walk in, pick up a really pretty one off the rack and walk out. But as soon as you’re a D cup, you’re heading into Nana territory. I have had so much trouble trying to find something pretty - not even anything racy - just something that doesn’t look like a cow-catcher. And once you’re above a D cup, well, forget it.

I got one bra from Myer, and three from a lingerie store, and although they’re all really comfortable and pretty, my purse is screaming “Where the hell did that $200 just go?!?!”

Apart from all the bras, we had lunch (Chinese!) and walked battled our way through the Easter crowds.

I’m now going to take my headachey, tear-stained, stuffy-nosed, exhausted self to bed - at least comfortable in the knowledge that my boobs look shit-hot in this $50 bra.

My poor Floydie.

Floyd died today.

He’d been sick for quite awhile, hanging out at the top of his tank, and developing what looked pretty similar to a beer-gut. The beer-gut was a swim bladder infection, and although the poor little bugger fought for as long as he could, he just couldn’t handle it anymore.

For those who didn’t know Floyd, I did a guest post on Katie’s blog not too long ago - a mini biography of sorts.

For a fish, he was a defiant little bastard, watching you walk across the room, demanding food, swimming away when you wanted to clean his tank - heck, he even bit me once!

His final act of defiance was attacking the tube Matt put into his tank to do a water change this morning.

My poor Floydie… we didn’t mistreat him, forget to feed him or tease him too much. He loved watching TV, and he loved his pellets. He did not, however, enjoy the mashed peas we tried to give him on occasion. Apparently, he prefered to stay constipated…

Matt just cleaned out the tank and asked for the OK to flush Floyd. As they said in Finding Nemo: “All drains lead to the ocean.”

Be free, little guy.

Telepathetic, or not?

One of the ladies who’s temping with us at work at the moment is really into numerology and dream interpreting, I discovered yesterday. I also found out that she has some psychic tendencies.

We were working away when she mentioned that people with a 7 in their birthdates (day or month only) have really good intuition, as do people born on certain days of the month. One of the dates she said was the 16th.

I turned around and said “Hey, Matt was born on the 16th!”

So I gave her Matt’s full date of birth, and based on that alone, she came up with the following:

- He has premonitions/feelings when things are about to happen.
–The day Matt’s dad passed away, he woke up that morning, and in his words, he says he just felt “black”. He was supposed to go out with his dad that day, but he didn’t, and he had this terrible feeling something was going to happen. Several hours later, the police were on their doorstep saying that his dad had passed away.
– A couple of months ago he said he had a feeling that his mum was going to get sick. She’s pretty sick at the moment, blood pressure problems and the like.
–  He randomly got this phone number stuck in his head once, and then he decided to change jobs. He was looking at jobs online, applied for and got a new job, then realised about a month later that the random number in his head was actually the phone number for his new work!
- He is happiest when he is wearing 3 or more colours.
– Matt’s Cowboys shirt (his footy team) is navy blue, white and yellow. And he wears it Non. Stop. He’s worn it to death in the 9 months he’s had it and it’s still in as new condition. He loves that damn shirt.
- He has bad experiences when he wears the colour green.
– Matt reckons he had a green shirt once, and things went to shit whenever he wore it. He doesn’t have anything green now.
- He works in the electronics/electrical industry.
– Matt works for a wholesale electrical company, which I haven’t mentioned to this woman at all.
She also said that it’s a good field for him and he’ll end up in management.

And the most shocking one of all:
- Matt has a sibling that passed away.
– Matt told me awhile ago that before his eldest brother was born, his mum gave birth to a stillborn baby boy. I’ve never told anyone about this, and Matt’s only mentioned it once.

FREAKY.

I was telling Matt about this last night, and he had this skeptical look on his face to start with, until I said she mentioned his premonitions, and his brother. Then he was like “holy shit!”
Keep in mind that this woman knows nothing about Matt, and she told me all of this from his birthdate alone.

I know there’s a lot of frauds out there, but this was spot on. Another one of my workmates gave this woman her husband’s date of birth, and she got a lot of correct info on him, too!

Just for kicks afterwards, I told her that whenever my left eye twitches, someone close passes away. This has happened to me when my granddad, great uncle, neighbour, and grandmother passed away. I gave her my birthdate and she said that I have a very good combination… that I’ve had a great disappointment in my life, that it takes a lot for me to cry, that a lot of people think I’m delicate but I’m very tough on the inside, and if I want something very, very badly, it happens. All true.

My eye twitching perplexed her though - apparently when a woman’s left eye twitches, it symbolises something good is about to happen, and when her right eye twitches, it symbolises something bad is about to happen. She didn’t understand how my left eye twitched whenever someone passed away, until I told her that I’m left handed and do just about everything in reverse, to which she said “ah, that explains it.”

Hematoid, not Hemarroid

I wanted to change my earrings - the new set - so I went out and bought some sleepers. I know they’re fully healed now, so I figured heck, let’s get these yucky bars outta here.

I couldn’t get the balls to unscrew.
(My mind totally just went in the gutter then. If yours did too, please tell me in a comment so I don’t think I’m the only one.)

Okay, I figured. I’ll go back to the piercer and get her to do it. Just as well, too, because I checked out the backs of my ears, and I suddenly have a lump on the back of my right ear, beside the piercing.

The correct term for said lump is a hemotoid, which is basically a polite term for a pus-filled lump caused by putting extra pressure on the skin. I slept on it too heavy, in other words.

So at lunchtime today I went to the piercer, she popped it, got all the gunk out, and gave me some ointment that needs to be put on twice a day.

Exciting, no?

It should be cleared up in a week.

The piercer’s recommendation was that I avoid putting sterling silver sleepers in, because there’s a good chance that my body will react to the silver and then I’ll have yucky lumps that won’t go away. Her idea was that I invest in a pair of 14ct white gold sleepers, which are better suited to piercings.

Not suited to my pockets, though, because one small pair of white gold sleepers will cost about $130. I need to think about it.

Anyway, some point in the near future, I’ll get Matt to unscrew my balls (heehee) and I’ll change my earrings myself, instead of paying for my piercer to do it…

Photomania!

I finally got my act together with my Hervey Bay pics. The best of the best I uploaded to Flickr - over here.

As for the rest of my week, nothing overly exciting happened. I picked up some scrapbooking supplies so I can start on my Hervey Bay album. I’ve gotten 4 pages done so far. Now I have three albums on the go - Christmas ‘07, Hervey Bay and my school formal one which I’m redoing.

I have the official go-ahead to look for and buy my next car. Today was spent car shopping. Wahoo! The best time to look at caryards is when nobody’s there, and you don’t have the stupid salesmen trying to shove a car down your throat. Matt and I traipsed around quite a few yards, and we found one that we both like, and a couple that we would give a closer look. I’m not going to buy the first car I see, because there’s no rush. I’ve still got Matt’s car for the time being, so as long as he still has the work ute, we’re all good.

Speaking of cars, well, mine, you know, the one I need to sell? Yeah, it’s still causing problems. The paint has been cracked in places from the time I bought it. A little on the bonnet, the roof, and the driver’s door. I bought a couple of cans of white paint, primer and some other things to touch up the paintwork. Matt went up to his Mum’s place to get started on it… and in the two weeks it’s been sitting in the backyard, the paintwork has gone to shit. Instead of touching up bits and pieces, now Matt has to sand back the whole bonnet and roof, and repaint the whole lot! Bloody thing…

I’m now off to goo and gah over pictures of Matt when he was little. He told me he didn’t have any photos, but he’s just filled up the photo album I gave him, and there’s heaps! There’s this one where he’s kinda chubby, it’s so cute… and weird because “chubby” has never been a word you’d use to describe Matt. Hee!