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31 August 2012 @ 10:51 pm
It Adds Up Like Math.  
It has been a suckfest this week. It started out really good when anyothergirl415 started talking to me about Without A Trace and I convinced her to try some Danny/Martin and then proceeded to spend the next day and a half reading old fics and watching old fanvids and just generally reliving one of my favorite pairings ever, ever, ever.

But on Tuesday we got a phone call from my dad that the doctors want to do surgery on his leg. They wanted him to get into this rehab ward last year and he refused to go. By the time he finally decided to do it, their options had shrunk considerably because the leg was in such bad shape - (infections have taken their toll). The thing about my dad is that he is in really bad health and weighs more than I would like to admit. He is high risk when it comes to both atheistic and post-surgery infections. But it is basically their only option and I understand his decision that this is worth the risk because his quality of life is so poor. Needless to say, there is a really high chance my dad won't fare well with this surgery and we are all bracing ourselves for that.

Later, The Little Brother told me that his wife was talking about Dad’s surgery and didn't realize that The Nephew was in the next room. He came running in, threw himself at my brother and started sobbing hysterically about his grandpa dying. He had written my dad a letter earlier in the day and so then insisted that they take him up on Saturday so he can give it to him in person.

For obvious reasons, I didn't sleep very well on Tuesday night, only about 5 hours which is half of what I usually get (and need) and then I woke up on Wednesday and had started my Awesome Time of Month. Oh, joy. That explains why I soaked through my pajamas the night before with sweat. Then, after my sister got home from work, we tried to go get my labwork done. This was the second attempt and like last time, we kept getting sent to other clinics only to get there and find out they were closed and then get sent some place else. There is no fucking place in town that is open after 5pm and I hate all other clinics except my usual because everyone but my tech has to stick me multiple times to get anything. We finally found out the actual hospital lab was open but by then I was going to be late for therapy so we didn't end up getting my blood work done yet again. I had a headache by the time this was over.

Then I get to therapy and Cute Massage Therapist tells me he is being transferred to a different clinic and that this would be our last time working together. I almost cried. It takes awhile for me to relax enough under someone's touch for me to benefit from a massage. With CMT it is easy because we have so much to talk about and he is so enthusiastic about everything. It doesn't hurt that he is cute. Also, he is finally at a place where he knows how hard I like him to push and he isn't afraid of hurting me and now I have to train up someone new. And the new therapist I have this time around apparently didn't even look at my chart or talk to her PA about my evaluation because she started pushing at my right rib when it is the left one that hurts. When I asked her what she was doing, she tells me that sometimes the left side hurts because the right side is messed up. I explained that, ‘no my left side is messed up because I slammed into the back of the toilet when I had a seizure’. But by then she had already pushed around at my right side and so that night, whenever I took a deep breath in, I got stabbing pains in both sides, rather than just my usual left side pain.

Then on Wednesday night, I had trouble falling asleep again - (in fact I have every night since Tuesday) - and then when I did, I think I must have had a nightmare. I woke up with my hand on Pippin's belly and I think I must have still been kind of asleep because I was convinced he wasn't breathing and I grabbed him and started yelling, "Pippin! Oh my god, Pippin!" and he didn't move. I picked him up and shook him and he finally lifted his head and gave me the most disgruntled look like, "I am sleeping here, Lady!" It was freaking scary though.

Then on Thursday, I woke up coughing up tons of flem and I have been sneezing and hacking ever since. I felt so awful that I got into bed at 8:30 last night, but I still couldn't fall asleep until 1am for some reason. Also there was a giant spider in my room last night. My sister says it wasn't that big but I could count each leg and I didn't even have my glasses on.

Plus side: I did finally manage to get my labwork drawn. I have been awake late every night which did mean that I got to watch Ferguson's first week at the new studio. I was also awake to see that JDM was going to be his guest, which somehow I hadn’t set to tape, so I caught that as well. The BFF came down early this afternoon so we could watch SYTYCD together just like old times. Also, she posted the first chapter of my birthday story, which deserves a rec post of its own so that it doesn't get lost amongst all of this crap I just threw at you. And she brought down the new S3 Community dvds.

In Sum: I started typing this post in the afternoon but didn’t get around to post it until 10:30 at night, and after several episodes of Community, I already feel the weight of this week lifting off me. Community: It heals all ails. Still...sucky week.
Kate: fox kitsceitfianna on September 1st, 2012 04:07 am (UTC)
*hugs* I'm sorry that so many things are going wrong and ick, I hope you can get through to the massage lady. Sending lots of feel better thoughts your way and good ones about your day.
dodger_sister: comfortdodger_sister on September 4th, 2012 01:20 am (UTC)
Thanks. With the therapy, I just feel like I have to keep changing therapists because of schedules and things and then I have to retrain someone new all over to understaning the way my body works. Throw on top of it that now besides breaking in a new physical therapist, I have to break in a new massage therapist as well and I do not look forward to my next appointment.

Anyways, I just wanted to say that I hope you have a good first day tomorrow (or today, depending on when you read this) and I hope this job is everything you deserve! Good luck! (I am assuming your first day is tomorrow since I think all Michigan schools are on the same schedule).
Kate: Books don't forget to flyceitfianna on September 4th, 2012 01:24 am (UTC)
Yes, tomorrow's my first day and its starting far too early. I hope you can figure out how to make the various therapists work better for you.
dodger_sister: comfortdodger_sister on September 4th, 2012 01:30 am (UTC)
Well, good luck! This job sounds tailored made for you - I know you'll do great!
Shireboundshirebound on September 1st, 2012 01:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you for sharing all that with us. I certainly hope everything goes well with your dad, and that you're feeling better very soon.

I watch *my* Pippin breathing sometimes. We're attentive mommies. :)
dodger_sister: animalsdodger_sister on September 4th, 2012 01:24 am (UTC)
Thank you. I have had a headache all weekend but I am no longer hacking things up so I count it as a step in the right direction. I appreciate the well wishes - Dad's surgery is tomorrow, so hopefully that will go smoothly.

I watch *my* Pippin breathing sometimes. We're attentive mommies. :)

Yes, we are! I didn't use to be afraid of that but Papa Bear had breathing problems in his last few months and now I find myself waking up often with my hand on a furry belly, one of my boys or my sister's, just out of habit.
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dodger_sister: comfortdodger_sister on September 4th, 2012 01:24 am (UTC)
Thank you. <3 /hugs back/
Ironlily - Making My Marquevikingprincess on September 1st, 2012 04:28 pm (UTC)
Hit the massage lady with a toilet tank topper and then she will comprehend. :P

I hope that this week is MUCH better for you. *hugs*
dodger_sister: upsetdodger_sister on September 4th, 2012 01:27 am (UTC)
Hit the massage lady with a toilet tank topper and then she will comprehend. :P

You know, in a messed up way, this made me smile. I was like, "Whoah, she just got violent there. Excellent reaction to my post." I just don't know what the point of going through my medical shit with her PA was, if she isn't even going to look at my damn chart! Ugh. I miss Kevin.

Thank you for the well wishes. If Dad's surgery goes well tomorrow, then hopefully I will start sleeping better. Sleep makes everything seem better.
Ironlily - Making My Marquevikingprincess on September 4th, 2012 02:02 am (UTC)
If she hasn't read your file, she's not completely doing her job. And that kind of thing makes me mad!

Besides, just because violence isn't the answer doesn't mean it can't sometimes be the question. And then, sometimes the answer is YES. :P

Fingers crossed for your dad, sweetie.
dodger_sister: upsetdodger_sister on September 4th, 2012 02:50 am (UTC)
I get used to stupid medical people after all these years of being sick and having to put up with them but I expect better from the people at this clinic. I feel weird complaining about it to Kevin, so I don't, but I know he would be pissed if he found out she was causing me more pain.

I know violence isn't the answer, but sometimes it feels like the answer.

Thanks. <3
Trigger Warning: Lifematchboximpala on September 2nd, 2012 09:16 pm (UTC)

I hope that made you laugh. Honestly, I am really sorry to hear about your dad and your horrible week. I hope this next one is much, much better.

Edited at 2012-09-02 09:17 pm (UTC)
dodger_sister: hugdodger_sister on September 4th, 2012 01:29 am (UTC)
This did make me feel better!!! Omg. Especially since my sister did this to one of her Sims once to make a ghost. Uh, what does it say about us that you made this card to cheer me up and it actually worked? Hmmm. ;)

Thanks for the smile, darling.
Trigger Warning: Lifematchboximpala on September 4th, 2012 01:48 am (UTC)
That we are sick, sick people.
dodger_sister: hugdodger_sister on September 4th, 2012 02:46 am (UTC)
Awwww, that just made me smile more.