TGIF, and I really mean it. It was a long week, and B and I both have off this weekend. I was told that I have to take an hour for lunch for now on, the company isn't able to give me overtime. Assholes.
Well, I had a bad feeling on Tues, the one I get occasionally re: impending doom. I planned on getting my blood test done on Wed, and we know that's an event that usually takes plenty of psych time to be able to do. Besides the fact that I feel like crap when I don't eat in the am, I decided to go after 9am when RG comes in. I went to the Quest in FM, big black lady who dug in hard in my arm vein. I think I yelled out, "motherfucker!", or it may have just been "sonofabitch", I was a bit queasy and nauseous and wasn't thinking clearly. You know how they come in threes? Well, then I get my period-that would be 2. #3 happens when I decided to go home and discover that my truck is just a bit sideways, flat f'ing tire. Bastards! Turns out it was a drill bit in my tire (WTF?) and Alex and B took care of it. #4, I should just give up at this point-I make a coffee cake from scratch and it doesn't come out too good.
So, Tammy from Dr M's calls me at work, surprise-the thyroid is still elevated, stay on the meds, keep the appt on Wed. As if I didn't know the stuff wasn't working........I still get palpitations at night and sweaty-yuck. I really hope the leg bumps go away. I told some people at work that I got bit by a shark when I was young, Alex was a bit too curious and was examining my leg closely. I joked that I needed some "body work" because I was "dented". I tried to explain what it was to him, his English needs some work and my Spanish is not even minimum.
B says he wants to go to the beach early tomorrow, he's the one who will probably want to stay in bed. Thank god he got his comm check today, we need it. Happy weekend.

Wow, it's been a long time. I was thinking that this might turn into a health blog, but who the heck would that interest? Update: shit, it's back, the dreaded thyroid disease. I knew it, the same symptoms are there. The "boob sweat" as I call it, the gross sweating at the bra underwire, the feeling of a lunp in my throat, and starting a week ago, major heart palpitations That was just scary, I went to Dr Martin on Wed and had an ECG, then went on to do blood work even though I had eaten that day. The woman at Quest was awesome, just a small prick and absolutely no bruising or even any after pain. I went back to Dr M yesterday and had an echocardiagram, results ok, blood showed hyperthythroidism and my sugar was over 400 at testing (!, got to stop it with those iced hazelnut coffees at McDonalds). They gave me a prescription for a drug to lower my heartrate, benefit is it is supposed to make me tired, so why am I awake at nearly 1am?
Then, starting last Monday, I was moved over to Hyundai. I spent the last 7 months (to the day) in Mitsu-Subaru service, so it was quite a switch. All because I didn't want to work until 6pm so Richard the anal-albino wouldn't have to count the drawer. The aholes wouldn't let me do it in the am even though we did it that way when I first started. Jim didn't seem happy when I told him I had 2 drs appts this week, sucks for them. Today was the first Sat I worked there, by myself. It was a little busy at times, nothing I couldn't handle though. Mike the gay guy porter was there, he brought me a piece of sandwich for lunch they got from Publix, he's funny and nice. Anyway, let me see if I can sleep, yeah right.

I haven't written in a long time, just like me to start something and not keep up with it. Today was a bit scary, I had some biopsies done on some bumps on my leg and one on my hip. I didn't hurt while it was being done, I just felt some tugging when the dr was doing to stitches on the big one. Stinging right now, the anesthetic didn't last very long. The weird thing is that is feels like the neuropathy stinging which I've endured for a long time. I have pretty much convinced myself that I don't have melanoma, even though Ed had it on his back and Dad had the prostate cancer last year. I just wonder what will be done about this, especially since I had a little bump in my right calf that now seems larger in the last few weeks. I have yet to get my insurance card, O'Brien is so on top of things. At least my co-pay was only $55, now I only have to worry about the $500 deductible and all the lab fees. I find out the results in 2 weeks, I haven't had the guts to look at the stitches yet, feel nauseous just thinking about it.
B will be home soon, I don't want to whine about this to him, I'll just deal. I want to start writing about work and people and stuff again, even if I'm the only one who will read about it. Until next time....