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it is quarter til 9 on tuesday morning and I am exhausted. I am sitting in the break room at work. And why do you ask am i sitting in the break room and not WORKING? I'm scheduled 11- 9 today. that's why. And why in the HELL are you at work 2 hours early, you ask? Finals.
I had a final this morning at 7 (who the crap even KNEW OSU was active at seven? But anyways. I'm just tired. Worked 8-3 yesterday, then had a final at 4:30 and one at 7:30 last night. Came home, studied, then went back to campus at 6:30 this morning to take a 7 am final. Did you know that at 6 in the morning the wait for starbucks is 25 minutes long? Yeah, found that out this morning. But now i'm working for the rest of the day, then 8-4 tomorrow and 2 more finals tomorrow.. THEN I'M DONE FOR THE QUARTER!!!! :) finallyyy.
Sunday morning, my friends Becky, Shawna, myself and Beckys mom, all did the Jingle Bell walk/run for arthritis. This was my first time doing any major sort of physical activity since i got sick. But gladly enough, with my restrictions and the fact that my knee is totally jacked up, I finished in under a hour. 56:34 to be exact. Not bad for me.
OSU football. Yes I am DAMN proud of my bucks and all the bitchers out there who say we don't deserve to go to the national championship bowl, or that troy smith doesn't deserve the heisman, or that Florida is going to beat us, just needs to chill. Look at the numbers. Seriously. We've played in AZ, for three of the past 4 years bowl wise, including one national championship already. And we've one. As my liz says, "gators survive in the swamp, not the desert." We were, hands down the best team in the nation- along with michigan (even though ill never admit it). We played michigan.. and we won. Best game of the century if you ask me.. even over our national championship game. And Troy Smith and the heisman. Yeah it's gold. Stop fighting it, cause you know it's going to happen, and you know it's right. We were talking at work about how they changed Lane Ave. on campus to "Champions Lane" after the last NC title.. and we're saying that they need to change Olentangy River Road to "Troy Smith is a God Road".
Lance and his man splitting.. yeah I'm sad. :( i want the best for the bass-man just as everyone else in the fandom SHOULD want.
Britney Spears... I love the girl.. always will. Clean it up, go home to your kids, put out another BANGING cd, and put on some freakin panties. No one wants to see you out with Paris.. She's bad news.
Relationships... I like(d) this guy. He was a good guy. I thought things could go over.. but i was wrong. He's actually QUITE an ass. Apparently I only attract assholes. EH- i'm joining a convent anyways.. doesn't matter.
anyone know how to get to my icon.. I want to go there... :(
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long entry on lunch here.. but i haven't updated in a long time so this is needed.
things are going well! Health is gettin relatively back to normal. i'm still going through some of the side effects-- shin splints and loosing hair. but they said the 2nd part with stop and my majorly thick ass hair will come back in about 6 months.. well 6 months after the surgery so we are looking at february for that. :)
work still isn't great. I hate just sitting and feeling useless and having people lie to you. i really need a new job, it's just right now, anywhere that is hiring is hiring part time or only seasonal. i need full time permanent!!!
life.. blows.
ok i'm going to tell you this and you aren't going to laugh.. ok.. ok deal.
when i was 16, my mentor (she was more like my big sister), got married. And she talked me and my friend into something totally stupid. We sat down and the three of us made wedding scrapbooks. not of her wedding, but of our dream wedding. we had bridal and wedding magazines and we cut stuff out, dresses, rings, just everything we liked, so when it was time to get hitched.. we knew what we really wanted. we continued this. up until like 6 months ago, we still did it. she also talked us into something totally corny. we started writing letters to our "future husband". nothing crazy, just one a year. "this is who i am now. these are my friends. this is my life. what i hope you will be like." random things like that. and we saved them to give them to our husband on our wedding day, so they can see how i've grown in anticipation for them. we write them every year on our birthdays. my birthday is in 9 days and i don't think i am going to write this year. i've come to the conclusion that I really just don't believe i am supposed to get married. I understand everyone has a soulmate, but i think mine got hit by a bus or struck my lightning. as sweet as it is to sit back and read these letters, the more i realize how niave it is. i'm debating just burning them all. I have 7 letters so far, and this year would make 8. i am just thinking about burning all of it. the letters, the scrapbooks and just kinda letting the dream die. ya know.. there is no use in getting all exciting and letting the dream grow when in the end, it's just going to suck more.
so.. i wish it was thursday night.. i don't have class on friday, i don't have to work, and thursday night is grey's and applebees night!!!! (i'm in love with a bartender named marshall :) he rocks my socks and always gives me fresh water lol)
ps.. i love grey's anatomy!!
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whats been going on so here is the scoop from then til now with my health... End of May/ Beginning of June: started getting a little sick... loosing a lot of blood. Went to the doctor and and she put me on birth control (to stop the bleeding), and iron. the normal daily allowance of iron for an adult is 18 mg. she had me on 975 mg. so that hurt me alot in the bowel and stomach area. .... the didn't stop. July 9: woke up, stood up. head went fuzzy, couldn't hear, arms and legs went numb. went to the emergency room. I got 3 units of blood, kept me over night... recovered after that.. was good for about a week. July 17thish... started feeling really sick. stomach started killin me.. couldn't sleep.. back killed. i could feel blood slowly dropping.. couldn't really walk anymore.. July 27th. had a drs. appt. did an ultrasound. they couldn't see part of my uterus or my left ovary. but they chalked it up to being on all the iron and wrote me a scrip to get it fixed, sent me off to get blood drawn and home. i had been home from a few hours and the phone rings... my blood level had dropped and my infection level in my body was 30,000. the normal humans level is 10,000. i had to go back and get admitted. I had to have 2 more units of blood through transfusion. we went in and had a cat scan. it showed a absess the size of a softball in my pelvis, immediatley started antibilotics and started to come up with a plan. they put a drain in my stomach that went to that area to try to drain the mass. 2nd cat scan. drs. decide they want to go into my stomach amd try to figure out what was going on. they tested everything there was to test in my stomach, and everything came back negative. they were stumped. so one MORE cat scan to look at my stomach. the next morning (i lost track of what days were what) and the drs. were going to come in and explrain what the surgery they wanted to do what going to entail. he came in and just said. well i don't know what to tell you.. but the mass has competely disappeared. they had no clue where it went, what happened to it.. nothin... i was healed. so they sent me home... the bleeding started again... and i put up with it for a while. then i made a drs appt to get it fixed. august 27: went to drs appt. she upped my dosage and sent me off to get blood drawn and then home... a few hours later. the phone rings.. "Miss Mowry, you are no longer allowed to drive. your blood level has dropped to a 5.4. (the normal blood level is 12ish). so i had to wait for my mom to come home and off i went. i was told one night, more blood. thats it. yeah until they decided to poke around. they decided they were going to do another ultrasound. so they did that, and another cat scan. cat scan results come back.. infection in the same area. part of my colon was swollen and my appendix was inflamed. whoo hoo.. expect i can't be normal..had to stump the dr. again. i was in NO pain. NO fever and my infection level was normal. ultrasound results came back.. not good. ( i won't go into it for the sake of guys) we decided we were going to do a DNC and my dr wanted to go ahead and go into my stomach and check it out. august 31;;;; surgery day. terrified.. gave me happy meds...nice.. dr went into my stomach. turns out, the infection was leftover from the lasts time, that had just re aggrivated itself. so he cleaned it out my himself with his own hands.. also while in there, just went ahead and took out my appendix. the DNC went well, no complains. i wake up in recovery and i can't breathe. i'm still intubated. nurse comes over, takes it out. come to find out. my body wouldn't come out of the amnesia. my brain wasn't working fast enough to wake myself up or even tell me to breathe. so they had went to un-intubate me while i was out, and oops.. my lung collapsed. so i've been in recovery since. in losts of pain... on perkaset (sp) and vallum. nice.. i loved the dalotted (sp).. it was nice too.. my stomach his just a wreck. Current Mood:  sore
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