I have to tell you this before anything else because it was so fucking epic and awesome, it made my day - nay, it made my life. So, I'm at the walk-in clinic this morning, seated next to an elderly woman of 82 (she mentioned her age in earlier conversation), when she asks my what the "lips" tattoo on my left wrist is about. I say "Oh, it represents my favourite movie". Then she asks me "What movie dear?" and tentatively, I say "Uh...Rocky Horror Picture Show" and the woman, I shit you not, puts her hands on her hips, grins at me and says "Let's time warp!". My jaw probably hit the floor and I just sat there, slack jawed, looking at her for a moment before saying "You, ma'am, are my hero!". She laughed and patted my arm. When I was called to go to the exam room, I said to her "Guess I better go to the lab and see what's on the slab!", making her laugh again. We got a couple odd looks from other people waiting, but what-the-fuck-ever, it was so totally AWESOME!!! That's totally what I'm gonna be like if I make it to 82!
Another thing I gotta share because I'm still shaking my head over it. While waiting for a cab to take me home from the hospital last night, a young girl, early 20's (or a very mature looking older teen?) plopped down next to me. I point out to her, discreetly, that she has some toilet paper stuck to her shoe. She says "Thanks" and then she says "Totes awk, air?". I'm like, huh? I look at Geno, who shrugs. I must've looked really confused because the girl sighed (with a smile on her face) and says "Totes, like totally, awk, like awkward and air, like A-I-R, you know, like am I right? Wow, how old are you?!". Rude, AIR?, nope, can't pull that off, am I right? I just shrugged, kinda laughed and said "Too old to talk like I'm still in high school!". Maybe that was a bit harsh, but fuck man, are you for real? Are people really that lazy that they can't complete an entire two syllable word while speaking it? I can kind of understand online, "netspeak" and all that shit, but when you're actually conversing with someone? Use the whole word damnit! I promise it won't take so much time out of your precious life that you'll miss something incredibly important.
So, onto what's actually going on around here with me.
I wound up having to go to the emergency room last night because I've got a fairly large abscess starting to develop. I didn't think it needed to be ruptured quite yet, but it was at the stage where I've had them ruptured before. It really depends on the Dr, some are gung ho about incising and draining them, some prefer a "wait and see" approach. The Dr I had last night was the latter. Thank goodness because I really didn't want to be in the hospital for another 4-6 hours after having to wait almost 2 hours for the Dr to show up after the other one left. Nobody knew where the Dr was and they couldn't get a hold of him, it was a little annoying, I'll admit. So, he finally shows up and comes to take a look at the abscess (on my left mid-thigh), he palpated it and holy crap, I almost jumped off the bed from the pain - he's lucky I was able to restrain myself and not kick him in the knee. He said it should be ready in the next 2 or 3 days, saying I should come in around 5-6pm so I can go through Minor Treatment instead of Streaming (Streaming is kind of like a walk-in, it's where you go if it's not really life or death or really serious, Minor Treatment is for things like abscesses, stitches, broken bones, etc. - oh and Emerg is for, well, clear emergencies or situations that require more than a quick look/quick treatment and boot out the door). I told him I'd come in if I felt it was one I couldn't handle on my own and he just nodded. I've told him before my process of doing the I&D myself and he told me I pretty much did his job for him, lol. Of course, they can't really "approve" of it because of liability issues, but I've been told by a few Dr's now that my procedure is appropriate and they can't see it causing further issues (if not done correctly, one can actually "push" the infection deeper or cause it to spread rapidly, or in extreme cases, sepsis can occur). He agreed with me about the AmoxiClav probably needing to be "retired" for a bit since I've been on it for about a month(ish) now. Unfortunately, when I'm on an antibiotic for awhile straight (even with a few days between rounds), I quickly build up a tolerance for them and once we're at the maximum dose, there's really nothing we can do but retire that antibiotic for awhile and start a new one, one that I haven't been on in at least 3 months. However, because of my issues surrounding antibiotics, knowing that history, the Dr there wasn't comfortable prescribing a different one than the AmoxiClav, so he told me to finish the round, but see my family Dr to get on a new one as soon as I finish it. I was sent home with six 2mg Dilaudid (which were taken as soon as we got home, of course).
So today, I went to the walk-in clinic. I got really lucky today because I had no way of getting there or back, it would've been at least 45-60 minutes (each way!) walking. Thankfully, Kim, the girl that lives upstairs with her boyfriend, Jamie, gave me a ride there. She couldn't give me a ride home though because she and Jamie had to be at the golf course for 11:15am and they needed to leave the house by 10:30am, there was no way I'd be half an hour, not with 9 people ahead of me. The guy standing in front of me in the sign in line appeared to be friendly, so I quietly asked him "Do you live in Rutland?" (Rutland being the area of town we were in and we've lived in since '03) and he said he does. So I said to him "I'm seeing the Dr right after you, I won't be more than 5 minutes, would you be able, willing, to give me a ride up to 7-11?" and he said "Sure, no problem". OMG, that was GREAT! Walking home from 7-11 would only take me about 20 minutes, but there was a really nice woman filling up her car who gave me a ride the rest of the way home! Turns out, she grew up in Red Deer! Small world, eh? Anyways, I thanked both of them profusely and made some idle chit chat. Both were very friendly people and I am so very grateful that the Universe provided me with a way to get to the Dr and home! I was almost certain that I'd be hoofing it there and back, which would've been absolutely miserable, not to mention, rendering me completely bed ridden for at least 2-3 days afterwards! I can do short distances, 15-20 minutes at most, but that's on a good day. Today, wasn't a good day, back/pain wise. Despite the handful + 1 of Dilaudid I took shortly before 10pm last night, when I woke up at 7:15am this morning, my lower back felt "locked" and stiff. Just rolling from my left side to my back was agonizing, sitting up was excruciating. All I have on hand for pain is 500mg Naproxen, but for the really bad pain, it's like putting a Band-Aid on a shark attack victim. Totally, completely, utterly useless. Thankfully my Dr approved me getting my long acting Dilaudid in weekly increments rather than daily, so I got some long acting and once I got home and did a shot of that, it was freakin' awesome and I felt so much better. Like, night and day difference!
Feeling a lot better than I have been the last few days, I did some cleaning today. I wiped down the whole kitchen with Lysol (Geno did the dishes), I cleaned the bathroom, even doing the freakin' toilet that for whatever reason, Geno PEES ON all over the front (his punishment will be having to scrub the bathtub and shower walls!) and then later in the evening, Geno and I managed to clean our bedroom together. It desperately needed a good vacuuming (which I love doing for some reason, even though I hated doing it as a required chore when I was 9-13 years old) and we had to wipe down the baseboards and parts of the wall and the blinds. While doing the baseboards, I got to the far corner in our room and noticed the unmistakable feline spray markings on the two joining walls. Pissed me off a little bit, even though I'm aware it's our own damn fault for listening to my mom's advice and not neutering Yoda & Darwin. So, I wipe it off with Lysol mutli-purpose spray (I fucking love the smell of it, it's "Ocean-Something-Or-Other", soooo niiiiice!) and move on to the blinds. And that's when I noticed the cats have been spray marking the freakin' BLINDS! And I don't mean a little piddle streak in a spot or two, oh no, I mean there are two HUGE areas that they've clearly been spraying for awhile. How on earth we didn't smell it, I have no clue. Probably because we leave the window partially open, being right in front of the window probably helps that - we always passed the slight urine smell on the fact that one of the litter boxes is in there. Which Geno cleans religiously, almost with an overzealous flair, so it's not actually bad. Unless the door's been closed for awhile, you don't even notice it (unless Darwin drops one of his infamously stanky shits - seriously, he's cleared out the entire suite [before this place] with his shits). So, I cleaned the blinds, all the while grumbling under my breath and quietly bitching that if they sprayed there again, I'd neuter them myself. Yeah yeah, I know, I know, WE dropped the ball on that one (by not actually dropping their balls, LOL, sorry, couldn't resist!) and there's no-one to blame but ourselves, but still, I was NOT impressed.
Anyway, the house looks pretty darn good now - even with the bed smack dab in the middle of the living room. Like I said, our room gets hot and stuffy if the door is closed, but the last week, we've been having wicked thunder storms (even being put on a "severe thunderstorm watch" a few times!) and with the thunderstorm/rain, comes a shitload of humidity (Jaxie - I know you're totally laughing at what I consider to be a "buttload of humidity", but cut me some slack, we're not even close to being used to a bit of elevated humidity because most of the time, it's not that bad!). And for whatever reason, even being in the basement, our suite gets insanely hot, stuffy, muggy, humid and just totally gross feeling. We'd be drenched in sweat if it weren't for the air conditioner! Geno moved the boxspring and mattress to the living room so we can sleep in there, with the A/C on and it's extremely comfortable. So, we'll probably keep the bed in the living room for another few weeks, until the humidity and heat die down some in preparation for my favourite season EVER - FALL!!!!!
Well, not much else new to write about. Nothing spectacular has been going on. Geno and I are hoping to get some short acting Dilaudid tomorrow night, which would be awesome possum. If not tomorrow night, it'll be within the next few nights anyways. Can't freakin' wait.
And I'm being cued to leave, Yoda is going apeshit on attacking the bottom of the door (it's his turn being locked in the room). Fuck, I can't handle is incessant meowling (howling + meowing) and scratching/attacking the bottom of the door. It's really pissing me off. I can't fucking wait until they're neutered, hopefully they'll start getting along. If not, Yoda's got to go. It's cruel keeping him locked in the bedroom for half the day (broken up into 2-3hrs, alternating with Darwin), especially when he goes so freakin' CRAZY being in there. I don't know what to do. I'm at a complete loss right now.
And, she's off. G'night. Sweet (or wet!) dreams my friends!
Sarah. xoxox
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