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things

i started a photo blog because i'm in reciept of two new cameras, one film and one digi.  i hope to put up pics very soon, as soon as i figure out how they work.

the next step in healthwatchmagritte is a CT scan of my middle.  this is tomorrow.  following that, i meet a gastro and see where we go from there.

the outlook seems grim, honestly.  when i sit down and really spend time considering my corporeal form, it does not seem good.

i once blogged about a sign, but i erased that post.  the sign says  Spanish Harlem Gifts Tacos Sunday Church, in that order all on top of each other.  Tacos might be menudo, but i don't know rightly. 

ologists ologists and another ologists

here's how it looked on the inside:  from the laparoscopy from 2 weeks ago:

as you can see, it doesn't look that bad.  which is why my box doc is not electing to perform an hysterectomy just quite yet.   on the next installment of  "health magritte", i will astound an amaze as i set up appointments to see neurologists, gastroenterologists, and endocrinologists.  Fun, eh?

extra points to someone who can tell me if the pictures are going the right way.

only 11 shopping months left...

well, i don't do xmas, but my moth just said this, and i laughed.

today i should find out when the next surgery will be.    today i finally took a bath, after "recovering" for 2 weeks.   i'm not a fan of showers, but i had them in the interim.

the next recovery will be at least 6 weeks.  then it's on to brain surgery.

it's too hot outside for a sweater even though it was 40 this morning. 

i have been nonsensically tired lately.    my mood soars in the early morning and goes absolutely to the shitter by noon. 

in other helath news, i'm firing my pdoc because he won't treat my symptoms, which i find wholly unethical.   i'm trying to figure out how to report him to the board.  it's that great. 

yesterday the Otherh sold a really big expensive thing on ebay through paypal, which i don't reall yunderstand, but paypal won't let you take out the cash except for in tiny bits per month, so he said "spend!"  and spend we did, because there's nothing, nothing at all, like retail therapy.  i got a violin, a camera, an ipod, some clothes that will likely fit, and some other stuff.  he got 2 laptops and a server and some music equip, so maybe if i figure out how to do it, i'll load whatever music we compose together into this page one day.   note:  i'm a trained cellist, not a violinist,  so it may take a few months to understand how to play something so small/treble.

i wish i had more to say, but i'm spending a lot of time not jumping off a bridge.

anyone with white blood cells to spare?

i am sick.  again. 
so tired of being sick
so sick of being tired.

we stopped off at an AutoZone to get new windshield wipers and people came up to us to help us figure them out.  one of them was a mechanic with the worst fingernails, one even split completely in half.  another one was a boomer delivering pizzas.  No fanfare, no "stupid girl" comments, just help.  turns out i could've probably done it myself except i don't know that much about wiper blade mechanics/parts, and i bought a defect that was missing something to hook it to the thing.  see?  vocab, too!   a thing that didn't hook to the other thing. 

i'll know how to do it next time, i will.

and then i'll do it for someone else's car.  mmm resolve. 

i got a haircut

the short hair is now shorter, but with more spunk.  and a big chunk where i missed the hair dye two ? ish weeks ago.

it's been gray all week and i'm seriously considering taking in a tanning salon this weekend just to get the vitamin K going.

next week:  ice storm, business, doctors' appointments and other crap.   the puppy (small) will be finally all done with her boosters and can go romp in a dog park.  oh sunday man u plays arsenal.

i'm looking forward to laying in bed and reading some news or something, but haven't had the stomach for it.

iced in

we're iced in and omg the city is shut down because there's snow and no one knows what to do!!! 

people have said to me, "do you have enough food to last it?!"   

it's going to last a day.

if storm centres broke out every time it dropped below 1c in Toronto, they'd lose so much money, which is why they invest in salt and sand.

fantastic idea.

regardless, we hunkered down at our friends' place last night and ate smores.   we drove slowly down a highway that was "glazed" with ice while stupid men in giant trucks flew by and wound up in the ditches.  (2x)
so we listened to the freezing rain pelting the roof outside the bedroom window for a few hours and ate cheeseburgers. 

by thursday it'll be 55 again.

update with soccer news

am home from surgery and resting.  i don't feel like sleeping just yet, and i ate a whole meal instead of soup, because i didn't really believe that i couldn't handle eating.

the diagnosis has been made accordingly, and it's the same as everyone expected, so nothing to write about there.

i love anesthesia.

david beckham is coming to the united states.  this is fantastic, except for Time seems to think he's a has-been and is writing about him like he is a never-was.  this is entirely untrue, take, for example, this ad:

i call this "i will drink milk Now."  Thanks, Becks.

i love austin

just sayin'.

should find a new category for this

life with insurance is phenomenal.

I only wish i could give half of mine to the Otherh, who is falling asleep a lot without adderall. 

The 2nd opinion mdoc thinks I should have yet another laparo, probably because he specializes in infertility and would like to see more fucking children in the world, but I'd rather have stability than a child, and getting with child while having puppies seems like a really irresponsibly selfish thing to do.

So, because first mdoc hasn't returned my call, I'm having surgery Thursday, a mostly minor one, except this time with more asthma, no cancer scare and the possibility (well, this is usual) that I wake up with no womb.  The staff at the mdoc's office seems indifferent to my comfort, as does the mdoc himself (grr for a himdoc), and didn't give me more anything at all for the pain I'm currently experiencing.

The possibility of going womb-free is piquing my feminism, oddly enough.   I don't know how come that is.  Probably to do with the fact womb or no womb, I'm still a woman, but I haven't analysed it sufficiently yet.

Yesterday a great uncle of mine died at the ripe, full age of 91, so today the fam is going down to the san antone to help with arrangement making.    Then we will return, the Otherh and I will set up the new weight machine and I will attempt to clean.  Or, I'll just go to bed.

This is all very important.

why doesn't this sound good?

"One thing is for certain: I will want to make sure the mission is clear and specific and can be accomplished," Bush said Thursday.

can this bugger just make his mind up already?  simply declaring something doesn't make it true?