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verbicideIt is a truth universal that the day you decide to cut your hair, you'll like how it looks. Why is that? Regardless, I got the name of a place from Judy and I'm going to do it. Not short. In fact, I plan on keeping all my length. But I've got to get a trim and some layers before I turn into Cousin It.
So my stupid period has lasted for over freaking two weeks now. It's been pretty light the last week but still annoyingly there. Really my rag-time is always erratic, but it tends to be very short and happily cramps-free. But this has gone on for so long, I'm a bit worried. I thought it was over with yesterday, but I came home from Greenlake today and enjoyed some chunky hemorrhaging. Lovely. *scowl* It's definitely getting to me, because I felt light headed and dizzy in class. Right about now is when I get antsy about not having health insurance. Shitshitshit. If this doesn't fix itself soon, I may have to fly back to LA (where my physician dad has all the hookups I've needed so far). Argh. Need a job with benefits. Now.
Had some blood tests done in LA. I tend to be on the anemic side, and while I'm not currently at a dangerous level, I'm still too low. My cholesterol is nice and low, though my HDL could be higher. Thyroid could be doing better, too, but maybe I should remember to take my medicine, eh? My diabetes screen came back nice and negative. And I'm still not showing a tendency for it, which is a relief since both my parents suffer from it.
The blood tests were actually kind of funny. I've largely been terrified of needles. My dad has had to (on more than one occasion) chase me through our house and pound on a locked bathroom door to administer a flu shot and while I do donate blood, I'm generally a card-carrying coward.
So he asked his MA to take my blood. She was having a really bad day and tried one arm. Couldn't get blood. Tried the other. Couldn't get blood. As an added bonus, as she took out the needle, she somehow managed to splurt blood all over my arm and drip it down onto my jeans. She's normally very competent, so mostly I felt bad for her.
My dad scheduled a 9:30am (AM!!!) appointment for me the next day at the lab he likes to use. No amount of whining from me deterred him from his vampiric quest *sulk* But go I did and he was hilarious. I never think of my dad being squeamish. He's not. He's capable and strong and sturdy. However, he was more freaked out about the blood draw than I was. He kept making helpful suggestions at the poor phlebotomist. I would have been squirming with embarrassment, but he was SO cute and nervous. I've gotten much better about getting stabbed in my old age. I just hold my breath and turn my head away. But he had to leave the room when she inserted the needle, which I found endlessly amusing. I wasn't whining or crying or kicking up a fuss. He came back in and made some ridiculous but adorable offer to help her with something, which she clearly did not need. She was a nice woman who took his mother-henning all in stride. She, too, was vastly amused.
Anyhow. I now require chocolate. But can't have any. And thus all men need to die.
In other exciting medical news, I had my teeth cleaned in LA. I went to yet another new dentist (who is in my dad's new office). Nice enough dentist did the cleaning. Of course I had the joy of full mouth xrays again. This is a massive pain. Every new dentist wants them. And I (rather ironically) have a small mouth and it hurts and bruises my gums to have the xrays done. So I hate them. Anyhow. Xrays done, teeth cleaned. And then the guy pulled out some new German cavity probe thing. He prodded my teeth, and it alarmingly began to beep. You just KNOW the beeping isn't good. So he proclaimed I had four cavities. I was HORRIFIED. I've never had a cavity before and didn't want one now. He conferred with the head dentist. They decided to take more xrays. Oh joy. So they do and then Dr Parks comes back holding two tiny xrays, muttering Oh My God. He kept saying it! He called out, "Oh nooo, Dr Lee come here and look please" I was LIVID. And I was about to chew him out for poor bedside manner and for terrifying me, when he turns and winks at me: "No cavities!"
I showed remarkable restraint when I didn't bludgeon him to death with the water pik, n'est-ce pas?
So my stupid period has lasted for over freaking two weeks now. It's been pretty light the last week but still annoyingly there. Really my rag-time is always erratic, but it tends to be very short and happily cramps-free. But this has gone on for so long, I'm a bit worried. I thought it was over with yesterday, but I came home from Greenlake today and enjoyed some chunky hemorrhaging. Lovely. *scowl* It's definitely getting to me, because I felt light headed and dizzy in class. Right about now is when I get antsy about not having health insurance. Shitshitshit. If this doesn't fix itself soon, I may have to fly back to LA (where my physician dad has all the hookups I've needed so far). Argh. Need a job with benefits. Now.
Had some blood tests done in LA. I tend to be on the anemic side, and while I'm not currently at a dangerous level, I'm still too low. My cholesterol is nice and low, though my HDL could be higher. Thyroid could be doing better, too, but maybe I should remember to take my medicine, eh? My diabetes screen came back nice and negative. And I'm still not showing a tendency for it, which is a relief since both my parents suffer from it.
The blood tests were actually kind of funny. I've largely been terrified of needles. My dad has had to (on more than one occasion) chase me through our house and pound on a locked bathroom door to administer a flu shot and while I do donate blood, I'm generally a card-carrying coward.
So he asked his MA to take my blood. She was having a really bad day and tried one arm. Couldn't get blood. Tried the other. Couldn't get blood. As an added bonus, as she took out the needle, she somehow managed to splurt blood all over my arm and drip it down onto my jeans. She's normally very competent, so mostly I felt bad for her.
My dad scheduled a 9:30am (AM!!!) appointment for me the next day at the lab he likes to use. No amount of whining from me deterred him from his vampiric quest *sulk* But go I did and he was hilarious. I never think of my dad being squeamish. He's not. He's capable and strong and sturdy. However, he was more freaked out about the blood draw than I was. He kept making helpful suggestions at the poor phlebotomist. I would have been squirming with embarrassment, but he was SO cute and nervous. I've gotten much better about getting stabbed in my old age. I just hold my breath and turn my head away. But he had to leave the room when she inserted the needle, which I found endlessly amusing. I wasn't whining or crying or kicking up a fuss. He came back in and made some ridiculous but adorable offer to help her with something, which she clearly did not need. She was a nice woman who took his mother-henning all in stride. She, too, was vastly amused.
Anyhow. I now require chocolate. But can't have any. And thus all men need to die.
In other exciting medical news, I had my teeth cleaned in LA. I went to yet another new dentist (who is in my dad's new office). Nice enough dentist did the cleaning. Of course I had the joy of full mouth xrays again. This is a massive pain. Every new dentist wants them. And I (rather ironically) have a small mouth and it hurts and bruises my gums to have the xrays done. So I hate them. Anyhow. Xrays done, teeth cleaned. And then the guy pulled out some new German cavity probe thing. He prodded my teeth, and it alarmingly began to beep. You just KNOW the beeping isn't good. So he proclaimed I had four cavities. I was HORRIFIED. I've never had a cavity before and didn't want one now. He conferred with the head dentist. They decided to take more xrays. Oh joy. So they do and then Dr Parks comes back holding two tiny xrays, muttering Oh My God. He kept saying it! He called out, "Oh nooo, Dr Lee come here and look please" I was LIVID. And I was about to chew him out for poor bedside manner and for terrifying me, when he turns and winks at me: "No cavities!"
I showed remarkable restraint when I didn't bludgeon him to death with the water pik, n'est-ce pas?
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Date: 2004-03-31 06:05 am (UTC)And talk with your dad or your brother up there (he's a dr too, right?). Sometimes it doesn't matter, but it can be problematic when periods stay too long.
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Date: 2004-03-31 09:33 am (UTC)And I did tell my dad, who's keeping tabs on me. If I had a brain I would have told him earlier and could have seen a doctor while I was down there. But I kept thinking, "It'll stop tomorrow..." and now it's stopped again, but I'm still apprehensive.
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Date: 2004-04-01 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-02 08:01 am (UTC)But not having health insurance certainly cramps my style.