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geeklover80) wrote2014-03-06 02:52 am
geeklover80) wrote2014-03-06 02:52 am
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The Incredibly Shrinking Woman
I had my first doctor's appointment in ten years last week (and when Mike told the doctor about that they both kind of laughed/shuddered.)I have this really weird habit that when I'm nervous or get agitated I start smiling a lot. The first thing I did after I found out my father died was start laughing. All throughout my talk with the doctor I just kept smiling like a loon. I couldn't help it. I got the same doctor that Michael had seen the previous week and she was really nice. I'm not really good at describing symptoms for when I don't feel well but I tried my best to go over everything that I could think of; Mike helped with volunteering some things, too. I've been having some gastrointestinal issues recently and she said that it was possible that all the vegetables I've been eating could have been upsetting my stomach. Which she said, and I thought too, was ironic - try to eat healthier to feel better and somehow that makes me feel worse. She suggested some probiotics for me to try.
As we were ending visit she asked if there was anything else concerning me. I debated not saying anything, but decided to chance it. For a couple of weeks, I had been feeling this weird feeling in my shoulder. The thing was it wasn't exactly painful, it was just kind of odd and a little uncomfortable. But I told the doctor about it and she had me get back on the table and she did a few things with my arms, like held my hand and had me pulling back. She had this weird look on her face but I wasn't sure if it was because she couldn't find anything wrong or if there was something really wrong. She said it was odd, that when I pulled on her hand she could see this bulge in my shoulder and something else odd that I can't remember. I told her that I had fallen a couple of weeks back. I'm not sure if that was the cause of the discomfort because I can't remember if when I noticed the feeling if it was a few days after I fell or a week. I had slipped on the floor in front of our bathroom. I had put my arms out to try and touch the walls and maintain my balance and when that didn't work I fell kind of hard on my knee and I think I used my arm to cushion my fall as well. After I fell the only thing I noticed though was a slight bruise on my knee. She said that wanted me to get an MRI, but she said that because of my insurance provider they required me to have an X-ray first. So I had to do that. After my MRI we waited for a little bit and when she came back she said that she couldn't say what exactly was wrong though it seemed like there was a weird space in my shoulder. She said it was possibly I had a torn tendon, but that I would definitely need the MRI. She said it was weird that it didn't seem like whatever was wrong could have been caused by my fall. So now I have to schedule an MRI, plus get some blood work done, which Mike and I can do together since he needs to get blood work for his doctor as well. The doctor and Jean also said that I should make an appointment with a gynecologist, which I'll have to set up as well.
A kind of funny thing happened before I saw the doctor. The nurse took measured me for my weight and my height. When she measured me for my height she said that I was pretty much exactly 5'0." I was kind of startled. The last time I was at the doctor I swear they told me I was 5'2" which I also thought was wrong because I had always thought I was 5'3." I might have misremembered what the other doctor told me about my height. Either that or I'm shrinking.
Exaggeration time, but I might be the most anti-social person on the planet. I swear I've never been asked so much at a job about why I don't talk. People are constantly questioning me and teasing me about it, which doesn't make me what to talk just makes me uncomfortable. At other jobs, people always thought it was odd and would ask me about it, but it wasn't a daily thing. I've been trying at work at least somewhat to try and talk to people, but it's still really hard. I've only really been able to open up (and by open up I mean carry on minimal conversation with) to a few people. There are two girls - twin sisters, well actually triplets but the third one doesn't work at CB - who have been really nice and they've talked to me. What's really nice with them is they're one of the only people at work that don't constantly ask me why I don't talk. One of the girls a couple of weeks ago was talking to me about a Strawberry Festival we're having here and that a few others for work where going and invited me to come along. I instantly froze. I've said before, I'm okay one on one, but bad in groups. I didn't really want to hang out with a bunch of people from work. I was kind of hoping it was just a one off offer and maybe she'd forget about it, but then she asked me about it again last week. Again, I kind of froze and didn't know what to say. I felt bad because she's being nice and it's something I would normally want to do, but just not with strangers. I said I would think about it. I did end up asking her how many people would be going. She said she wasn't sure, but probably about five. I didn't say anything and I ended up not seeing her again after that.
An upsetting thing happened at work the other day. We were very busy on Saturday and I was with a customer and heard a couple of items drop on the floor. I didn't think much of it because not only is it something that happens from time to time, but also with how busy it was I was concentrating more on getting the customer in and out of the line as fast as possible. But then I heard a few more things crash to the ground and when I looked up I saw some guy lying on the ground. His legs were shaking as if he were having a seizure. His head was under a stand where we had some clothes hanging. One of our managers was up there helping us at the cash stand and he and the other managers had to get a lot of items out of the man's way as the people with him tried to help. I had to still deal with customers so couldn't see everything that was going on. But he was having seizures off an on for awhile. I looked over at one point and there was a huge puddle of vomit on the floor. I couldn't really see the guy, so I wasn't sure how old or young he was. When the paramedics got there the woman that was with him was talking to an EMT. The EMT said that he heard the man was 40, but she said he was thirty. Later one of our customers who was there when it happened seemed beyond shocked when I told her that. The woman that was with him, may have been his sister, had a bunch of kid with her and they were basically occupying themselves by messing with the spinning stand next to the register that had a bunch of dvds. They were spinning the rack over and over again and kept randomly picking up dvds. One of the kids was slightly older then the other two - maybe eight or nine - he kept trying to put the dvds back and told the other boys that their uncle was sick and they didn't have time for that. Given what was going on I didn't want to get on their case about messing with the racks, but partially to have something to do, I went over and I put one of the dvds back in its proper place. One of the younger boys had a dvd of the old Superman series and he pointed to his shirt, which had a superman "S" on it and said it was just like his shirt and asked if he could have it. I didn't know what to say and told him they probably couldn't buy anything because of what was happening. Now I'm not sure if I misheard him, but I think he said to me that he knew that his uncle was "dying." I quickly was like "No, not dying, just sick."
The whole thing was really unsettling, especially when the paramedics got the guy on his back and he started to scream and cry out about being in pain. Most of the customers were very patient and understanding about what was happening. There was this one jerky guy who came into the store. He didn't say anything, or doing anything outwardly mean, but when he walked into the store the paramedics where putting the guy on the stretcher and this dude kind of stops and looks down on them impatiently as if he was thinking "Any day now guys." I was thinking "Fucker, you see what's going on right now. GO AROUND!" He seemed to be totally unaffected by what was going on. When he got to me, he asked for bread which we didn't have any of up at the register so I took the opportunity to go in the back to get it and get away from the commotion upfront. Later after the the ambulance took the guy away my manager asked me if I saw what happened. He asked if the man fell. I guess the store has to be prepared in case they get sued if he says he fell, but it seemed clearly like the guy had a seizure and that was the problem.
I'm having the worst computer luck lately. Around the time of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
glomp_fest I had to replace my battery and was late with that. Now my computer has crapped out again around the time that merlinreversebb is due. And this time it is really down for the count. I've been able to get it to work with some finagling recently. It would take a while to turn on but I was making due. But on Saturday it wouldn't turn on at all. I took it to the computer shop to get fixed and they said something is wrong with the video chip inside. And that's going to cost $150 dollars to replace. Thankfully, I just got my tax refund, so I'll have to spend most of that on the computer. I'm able to use Mike's computer. The only problems with that being he needs his computer for school, so I don't always have access to it. Plus, it kind of sucks. It is so sloooowww. His computer is more expensive and younger than mine but it runs super slow. Plus, it has this really annoying thing where when I'm typing sometime it'll just randomly start hop a different spot and start typing there. But I'm grateful to have access to it and this'll definitely do the trick until I can get my computer back.
This is how dumb I can be sometimes and why I analyze things over and over before I speak. In my defense I was slightly tipsy. We were out eating and I had a glass of sangria. It wasn't the whole glass but it was pretty strong, I was feeling tipsy and my brain was probably slow. I was joking with Mike about going home and having sex. I said something about us going home and doing some horizontal non-sleeping. For some reason it occurred to me that the phrase doing the horizontal mambo was wrong because wouldn't that be vertical. I pointed this out with lame hand gestures, showing that you lie down straight on the bed meaning vertical.
Mike : (stares at me blankly) What are you talking about?
Me: (more weird hand gestures) When you lie down you're lying vertically (I put my hand straight up) You don't lie down sideways (I put my hand down and try to indicate lying down on a bed lying sideways in the middle)
Mike: (more staring) No. They say horizontal mambo because you lie down on your bed horizontally.
Me: (trying to get brain to function)
Mike: (hand gestures) Horizontal means laying down flat. Vertical is standing straight up.
Me:.....Ohhhh!
So I'll leave my musings for when I'm not doing some drinking.
Stacey
As we were ending visit she asked if there was anything else concerning me. I debated not saying anything, but decided to chance it. For a couple of weeks, I had been feeling this weird feeling in my shoulder. The thing was it wasn't exactly painful, it was just kind of odd and a little uncomfortable. But I told the doctor about it and she had me get back on the table and she did a few things with my arms, like held my hand and had me pulling back. She had this weird look on her face but I wasn't sure if it was because she couldn't find anything wrong or if there was something really wrong. She said it was odd, that when I pulled on her hand she could see this bulge in my shoulder and something else odd that I can't remember. I told her that I had fallen a couple of weeks back. I'm not sure if that was the cause of the discomfort because I can't remember if when I noticed the feeling if it was a few days after I fell or a week. I had slipped on the floor in front of our bathroom. I had put my arms out to try and touch the walls and maintain my balance and when that didn't work I fell kind of hard on my knee and I think I used my arm to cushion my fall as well. After I fell the only thing I noticed though was a slight bruise on my knee. She said that wanted me to get an MRI, but she said that because of my insurance provider they required me to have an X-ray first. So I had to do that. After my MRI we waited for a little bit and when she came back she said that she couldn't say what exactly was wrong though it seemed like there was a weird space in my shoulder. She said it was possibly I had a torn tendon, but that I would definitely need the MRI. She said it was weird that it didn't seem like whatever was wrong could have been caused by my fall. So now I have to schedule an MRI, plus get some blood work done, which Mike and I can do together since he needs to get blood work for his doctor as well. The doctor and Jean also said that I should make an appointment with a gynecologist, which I'll have to set up as well.
A kind of funny thing happened before I saw the doctor. The nurse took measured me for my weight and my height. When she measured me for my height she said that I was pretty much exactly 5'0." I was kind of startled. The last time I was at the doctor I swear they told me I was 5'2" which I also thought was wrong because I had always thought I was 5'3." I might have misremembered what the other doctor told me about my height. Either that or I'm shrinking.
Exaggeration time, but I might be the most anti-social person on the planet. I swear I've never been asked so much at a job about why I don't talk. People are constantly questioning me and teasing me about it, which doesn't make me what to talk just makes me uncomfortable. At other jobs, people always thought it was odd and would ask me about it, but it wasn't a daily thing. I've been trying at work at least somewhat to try and talk to people, but it's still really hard. I've only really been able to open up (and by open up I mean carry on minimal conversation with) to a few people. There are two girls - twin sisters, well actually triplets but the third one doesn't work at CB - who have been really nice and they've talked to me. What's really nice with them is they're one of the only people at work that don't constantly ask me why I don't talk. One of the girls a couple of weeks ago was talking to me about a Strawberry Festival we're having here and that a few others for work where going and invited me to come along. I instantly froze. I've said before, I'm okay one on one, but bad in groups. I didn't really want to hang out with a bunch of people from work. I was kind of hoping it was just a one off offer and maybe she'd forget about it, but then she asked me about it again last week. Again, I kind of froze and didn't know what to say. I felt bad because she's being nice and it's something I would normally want to do, but just not with strangers. I said I would think about it. I did end up asking her how many people would be going. She said she wasn't sure, but probably about five. I didn't say anything and I ended up not seeing her again after that.
An upsetting thing happened at work the other day. We were very busy on Saturday and I was with a customer and heard a couple of items drop on the floor. I didn't think much of it because not only is it something that happens from time to time, but also with how busy it was I was concentrating more on getting the customer in and out of the line as fast as possible. But then I heard a few more things crash to the ground and when I looked up I saw some guy lying on the ground. His legs were shaking as if he were having a seizure. His head was under a stand where we had some clothes hanging. One of our managers was up there helping us at the cash stand and he and the other managers had to get a lot of items out of the man's way as the people with him tried to help. I had to still deal with customers so couldn't see everything that was going on. But he was having seizures off an on for awhile. I looked over at one point and there was a huge puddle of vomit on the floor. I couldn't really see the guy, so I wasn't sure how old or young he was. When the paramedics got there the woman that was with him was talking to an EMT. The EMT said that he heard the man was 40, but she said he was thirty. Later one of our customers who was there when it happened seemed beyond shocked when I told her that. The woman that was with him, may have been his sister, had a bunch of kid with her and they were basically occupying themselves by messing with the spinning stand next to the register that had a bunch of dvds. They were spinning the rack over and over again and kept randomly picking up dvds. One of the kids was slightly older then the other two - maybe eight or nine - he kept trying to put the dvds back and told the other boys that their uncle was sick and they didn't have time for that. Given what was going on I didn't want to get on their case about messing with the racks, but partially to have something to do, I went over and I put one of the dvds back in its proper place. One of the younger boys had a dvd of the old Superman series and he pointed to his shirt, which had a superman "S" on it and said it was just like his shirt and asked if he could have it. I didn't know what to say and told him they probably couldn't buy anything because of what was happening. Now I'm not sure if I misheard him, but I think he said to me that he knew that his uncle was "dying." I quickly was like "No, not dying, just sick."
The whole thing was really unsettling, especially when the paramedics got the guy on his back and he started to scream and cry out about being in pain. Most of the customers were very patient and understanding about what was happening. There was this one jerky guy who came into the store. He didn't say anything, or doing anything outwardly mean, but when he walked into the store the paramedics where putting the guy on the stretcher and this dude kind of stops and looks down on them impatiently as if he was thinking "Any day now guys." I was thinking "Fucker, you see what's going on right now. GO AROUND!" He seemed to be totally unaffected by what was going on. When he got to me, he asked for bread which we didn't have any of up at the register so I took the opportunity to go in the back to get it and get away from the commotion upfront. Later after the the ambulance took the guy away my manager asked me if I saw what happened. He asked if the man fell. I guess the store has to be prepared in case they get sued if he says he fell, but it seemed clearly like the guy had a seizure and that was the problem.
I'm having the worst computer luck lately. Around the time of
glomp_fest I had to replace my battery and was late with that. Now my computer has crapped out again around the time that merlinreversebb is due. And this time it is really down for the count. I've been able to get it to work with some finagling recently. It would take a while to turn on but I was making due. But on Saturday it wouldn't turn on at all. I took it to the computer shop to get fixed and they said something is wrong with the video chip inside. And that's going to cost $150 dollars to replace. Thankfully, I just got my tax refund, so I'll have to spend most of that on the computer. I'm able to use Mike's computer. The only problems with that being he needs his computer for school, so I don't always have access to it. Plus, it kind of sucks. It is so sloooowww. His computer is more expensive and younger than mine but it runs super slow. Plus, it has this really annoying thing where when I'm typing sometime it'll just randomly start hop a different spot and start typing there. But I'm grateful to have access to it and this'll definitely do the trick until I can get my computer back.This is how dumb I can be sometimes and why I analyze things over and over before I speak. In my defense I was slightly tipsy. We were out eating and I had a glass of sangria. It wasn't the whole glass but it was pretty strong, I was feeling tipsy and my brain was probably slow. I was joking with Mike about going home and having sex. I said something about us going home and doing some horizontal non-sleeping. For some reason it occurred to me that the phrase doing the horizontal mambo was wrong because wouldn't that be vertical. I pointed this out with lame hand gestures, showing that you lie down straight on the bed meaning vertical.
Mike : (stares at me blankly) What are you talking about?
Me: (more weird hand gestures) When you lie down you're lying vertically (I put my hand straight up) You don't lie down sideways (I put my hand down and try to indicate lying down on a bed lying sideways in the middle)
Mike: (more staring) No. They say horizontal mambo because you lie down on your bed horizontally.
Me: (trying to get brain to function)
Mike: (hand gestures) Horizontal means laying down flat. Vertical is standing straight up.
Me:.....Ohhhh!
So I'll leave my musings for when I'm not doing some drinking.
Stacey