So last week I had some crazy scary hospital crap going down where they thought I had a
kidney stone on top of everything else that is going on, and took CT and x-ray of my abdomen, and I had to wait until today to find out that oops, nope it isn't a kidney stone, but no they couldn't explain the blood in the
urinalysis or whatever you call it, but hey I have to see my regular doc on Thursday anyway so just take it up with him. In the meantime, keep taking those pain meds and you'll be fine. (I HATE MEDICINE. I CANNOT SAY THIS WITH ENOUGH EMPHASIS.)
Riiiight.
Also, fun fact, I lost 6 lbs in 3 days (probably due to my appetite going to almost nada. I'd probably have lost more had my husband not thrust food upon me now and again). I already had an appointment set for this Thursday for my doctor, so I'll just have to wait until then to talk to him about it. What's two more days, right? My MRI is scheduled for June 19th. In actuality that is pretty quick all things considered, so I will count my blessings.
A friend brought over a casserole today, god love her, so that I wouldn't have to try and figure something out that was quick and easy to feed the kids with. I put it in the oven to heat. When I tried to pull it out I burned my right index finger, because I'm still a bit shaky now and again. I didn't feel a fucking thing and didn't realize it was burnt until I looked down at the red welt sitting there staring me in the face. I put some aloe on it but I may just get a cute little burn scar.
I feel completely selfish making my complaints when there are people out there that have it much, much worse than I do. I count my blessings, one by one.