So, the cat's outta the bag. I can now blog freely. Way back when, I wrote this about being able to use one of my favorite sayings. Now I can say what it is cause anyone that reads this blog, like the four people and that might be a liberal number, already know. When I got back from WW after finding out about becoming an auntie, after talking to Abag about it I got to say," Well, you know how the old saying goes. Girls have a button and boys have a pole and wicked touching takes it toll!" It might not be quite as hilar now, but it was quite fitting at the time.
Moving on...
I'm confused.
First off, what the hell blogger? Way to throw me for a loop and change some shit around. Sure it's nothing major but still! Not what I was expecting!
Crap Duggar Family! Stop having so many kids and stop naming everyone with a J! Mrs Duggar, push your husband off you once in a while alright? Good Lawrd! One of their specials is on TLC right now, hence the mention. That woman's gonna have another in January too. Yikes.
I think I know why I have high blood pressure. Besides genetics and well, I guess I don't know if I do for shizzle but I was told to keep an eye on it which I haven't. Anyway, grant me some leeway. Perhaps I'll call it questionable blood pressure. I think I figured out why.
There is far too much shit going on. And it's isn't all good shit. I don't like confrontation, I don't like anger, I don't like awkward situations and there is far too much of that all around! I...I don't like drama? Why must there be drama? Is it so necessary? I don't think so but I guess I'm looking on not partaking. I have a different view. It just seems like far to much drama and far to much work. But it is what it is I guess.
I also think the Olympics is not doing my blood pressure any good either because when those gymnasts do those fancy releases and look like their gonna knock their heads, it makes the ol' ticker go a little faster. And when divers seems to get too close to the board, wow.
Oh hey! It was Happy Days night at Miller Park last night. Not like I was there but I saw it on the tube. The Fonz was there, Mr C, Potsie, everyone! Except Richie because he's too good. And also yesterday it was JJ Hardy's birthday. Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaara! He's sexy, but he needs to shave. And tomorrow is Counsell's birthday. Yes. I know these things. Mainly because 1) they say such things when you watch TV and 2) my impeccable memory.
Duggars! By your children some decent clothes! Goodwill has got to have a better selection.
I should have got a job at the Home Depot. Then I could have been an Olympic athlete. Talent be damned!
Alright. This is getting pointless. Getting? No, it is.
Damnit! I'm gonna miss water polo tomorrow! Screw you work!
Oops. I'm outtie like belly buttons.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Rings of Fire
I looooooooooooooooove the Olympics! Love 'em! Summer, winter. Doesn't matter. Love 'em.
I think each Olympics has their high points.
Winter: luge, bobsled, skeleton, speed skating.
Summer: Gymnastics, diving, synchronized swimming.
I mean, what's not to love about the Olympics? It makes me feel so cultured for two weeks. I learn fancy fencing terms, totally watched the American women sweep though I think they call it saber fighting or some crazy shit like that. Sure I forget most everything a few weeks later but there's just that glimmer of intelligence that comes for two weeks every four years. Or two years.
Wow what an old broad.. a 33 year old competing in gymnastics. Shit son.
Anyway. Hands down my favs to watch are gymnastics because it's easy to give your own color commentary to it and the excitement when someone falls off the apparatus. Diving because well... I don't know. It's just awesome. Synchronized swimming really isn't one of my favorites but really? How the hell is that a sport.
Wow. I can't tell if that gymnast is albino or if she just took a chalk bath before her routine. I'm being blinded by the paleness contrasting with the harsh lighting of the venue.
Oh! Michael Phelps in 29 minutes! Yeeeah. I don't get excited over swimming. There isn't much to see. It's just not flashy enough for me.
I just love the Olympics. I also love trick pool. Or billiards. There was some on ESPN the other day and not gonna lie, I got sucked into it. The shots they pull off are amazing!
Alright. That's enough of this shit. Adios amigos.
I think each Olympics has their high points.
Winter: luge, bobsled, skeleton, speed skating.
Summer: Gymnastics, diving, synchronized swimming.
I mean, what's not to love about the Olympics? It makes me feel so cultured for two weeks. I learn fancy fencing terms, totally watched the American women sweep though I think they call it saber fighting or some crazy shit like that. Sure I forget most everything a few weeks later but there's just that glimmer of intelligence that comes for two weeks every four years. Or two years.
Wow what an old broad.. a 33 year old competing in gymnastics. Shit son.
Anyway. Hands down my favs to watch are gymnastics because it's easy to give your own color commentary to it and the excitement when someone falls off the apparatus. Diving because well... I don't know. It's just awesome. Synchronized swimming really isn't one of my favorites but really? How the hell is that a sport.
Wow. I can't tell if that gymnast is albino or if she just took a chalk bath before her routine. I'm being blinded by the paleness contrasting with the harsh lighting of the venue.
Oh! Michael Phelps in 29 minutes! Yeeeah. I don't get excited over swimming. There isn't much to see. It's just not flashy enough for me.
I just love the Olympics. I also love trick pool. Or billiards. There was some on ESPN the other day and not gonna lie, I got sucked into it. The shots they pull off are amazing!
Alright. That's enough of this shit. Adios amigos.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
All my bags are packed...
I'm ready to go. I'm standing here, outside your door. I hate to wake you up to say goodbyyyyyyye! But the dawn is brakin', its early morn. The taxi's waiting he's blowing his horn laaaleelaablah blee blah blah blaaaaaaaaaaah! Cuz I'm leaving on a jet plane! Don't know when I'll be back again!
On that note, allow me to blog about something I don't care all that much about: Brett Favre leaving.
I am not a football fanatic, I prefer college football over pro and even then I don't care all that much. But being born and bred Wisconsin, I throw my loyalties to the Green Bay Packers and I know enough to know this. Brett Favre is a blowhole.
That's right. I have cursed the name of the once King of this state. I have damned him and will continue to. I don't care what's been said by either party, I don't. What I care about is this, he was a Packer for damn near two decades and this is what we get? He retired. He cried like a freaking baby and went on and on about not doing anything for a while. He shot down rumors of a return and now he's back. I guess it's semi-appropriate he was retired for four months. At least I think it was four. It was the start of April or the end of March when he announced it I think. Meh. So would that make it five? Hell if I know. I don't care enough I'm in a blind rage.
...not really.
Here's what I think. I think the next time he steps on to Lambeau Field he's gonna get booed like no one's been booed before. I think he's dug himself a hole. And yes the franchise is partially to blame but he's been the face of it for years. They'll rebuild, they'll get themselves a shiny new star. Favre's gonna be tainted in the eyes of everyone from now on. So I think.
I also think when it comes down to it there are two types of people. Packer fans and Brett Favre fans. Brett Favre fans will be bitter towards the Packers and hold the team responsible and cheer on Bretty boy as a Jet. Then there will be the Packer fans who realize that yes, Favre was the Almighty in Green and Gold, he carried the most weight on his shoulders at times but he couldn't do it alone. He just did it in flashy style. And let's not forget that Favre could suck ass with the best of them. He could throw a bomb for a touchdown to win the game but not complete a 10 yard toss for a first down. There's also the third category of football fans such as myself that don't care and like it when any team does a Hail Mary.
So I say let Favre be Favre, be a blowhole, a dillweed, an asswipe, a jerkoff. Let him come back to Green Bay and let him experience a new sensation no one ever thought he would. Being booed by thousands of fans on the field where he once was worshiped. Though I don't think the Jets play the Packers, like, at all. But still, you get the point.
On a different note I was thinking, why are those foam cheeseheads people wear orange with holes? What orange cheese has holes? I can see one in my head but I can't think of the name, gouda? No I don't think that's right. I could be crazy, that's always a possibility. But honestly, when you think of hole filled cheese you think Swiss. Swiss is white. And some people call 'sconsin folk cheddar heads. Cheddar does not have holes in it people! Come on!
This is mystery of life that I don't think will ever be solved.
AHAH! I googled it. Brick cheese!
On that note, allow me to blog about something I don't care all that much about: Brett Favre leaving.
I am not a football fanatic, I prefer college football over pro and even then I don't care all that much. But being born and bred Wisconsin, I throw my loyalties to the Green Bay Packers and I know enough to know this. Brett Favre is a blowhole.
That's right. I have cursed the name of the once King of this state. I have damned him and will continue to. I don't care what's been said by either party, I don't. What I care about is this, he was a Packer for damn near two decades and this is what we get? He retired. He cried like a freaking baby and went on and on about not doing anything for a while. He shot down rumors of a return and now he's back. I guess it's semi-appropriate he was retired for four months. At least I think it was four. It was the start of April or the end of March when he announced it I think. Meh. So would that make it five? Hell if I know. I don't care enough I'm in a blind rage.
...not really.
Here's what I think. I think the next time he steps on to Lambeau Field he's gonna get booed like no one's been booed before. I think he's dug himself a hole. And yes the franchise is partially to blame but he's been the face of it for years. They'll rebuild, they'll get themselves a shiny new star. Favre's gonna be tainted in the eyes of everyone from now on. So I think.
I also think when it comes down to it there are two types of people. Packer fans and Brett Favre fans. Brett Favre fans will be bitter towards the Packers and hold the team responsible and cheer on Bretty boy as a Jet. Then there will be the Packer fans who realize that yes, Favre was the Almighty in Green and Gold, he carried the most weight on his shoulders at times but he couldn't do it alone. He just did it in flashy style. And let's not forget that Favre could suck ass with the best of them. He could throw a bomb for a touchdown to win the game but not complete a 10 yard toss for a first down. There's also the third category of football fans such as myself that don't care and like it when any team does a Hail Mary.
So I say let Favre be Favre, be a blowhole, a dillweed, an asswipe, a jerkoff. Let him come back to Green Bay and let him experience a new sensation no one ever thought he would. Being booed by thousands of fans on the field where he once was worshiped. Though I don't think the Jets play the Packers, like, at all. But still, you get the point.
On a different note I was thinking, why are those foam cheeseheads people wear orange with holes? What orange cheese has holes? I can see one in my head but I can't think of the name, gouda? No I don't think that's right. I could be crazy, that's always a possibility. But honestly, when you think of hole filled cheese you think Swiss. Swiss is white. And some people call 'sconsin folk cheddar heads. Cheddar does not have holes in it people! Come on!
This is mystery of life that I don't think will ever be solved.
AHAH! I googled it. Brick cheese!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
15 Seconds of Fame
Hola Amigos!
Let me tell you a story!
Yesterday Briana (that's my roomie fools!) and I went to the Brewers game. We tailgated about an hour and a half. We grilled with charcoal for the first time EVER! All by ourselves. We might have had to call her cousin for some help but over all, we did a phenomenal job. We talked with the people next to us, they ran out of beer. They wanted more. We led them to our cooler, handed over 4 cans and they handed us 10 bucks. They willingly ponied up the 10 bucks. And Briana and I laughed the whole way in because a 12 back costs that much! We used the 10 to buy beer in the stadium. (oh, we were drunk in case you were curious) In the park we got our free coolers, we found our seats. We talked to the people around us and chatted about our kick ass signs. I saw the starting line-up and squealed with delight because my man, Craig Counsell, the Original CC, was starting! WOOOOOOOHOOO! Game time drew near, went and bought beer. Miller High Life Man (are YOU living the High Life?!) threw out the first pitch. We put on our paper mustaches that said Rock Is My Hero! We wore them pretty much the full game.
The game went on, we had a good time. It was a great game. Brewer took the early lead. Then the Astros came back to tie it 2-2. Then the Astros took it to 4-2. Then Ryan Braun hit a two run blast to tie it. Billy Hall drove in Corey Hart to make it 5-4, then Jason Kendall drove in another to make it 6-4. The final score. Amazing game. A Brewer win is always amazing. I'll take a blow out win over no win any day but there is something so much better about a close game. A come from behind victory that makes the air in the stadium electric, people on their feet and screaming. Walking out of the seating area people are high fiving, chanting "let's go Brewers!" and any thing goes. It's just amazing! Words don't do it justice. It's something that needs to be experienced.
Oh and we made it on TV.
Yeah. We went to the game with the mission of making it on and well, we did. How do we know? Taped the game. I got video of it bitches! Except not right now. My camera battery was dead so I needed to charge it. I'm gonna take video of the video and then post it. Cuz I am that big of a dork. But until then here, enjoy a still from our excitement. We probably woke the entire apartment building (alright just the few by us) screaming in delight when we saw ourselves. The announcers didn't talk about our signs which is a shame but shit, we made it. Pitching change in the sixth. Coming back from commercial, there we are!
If that is not hot, then I don't know what is.
Let me tell you a story!
Yesterday Briana (that's my roomie fools!) and I went to the Brewers game. We tailgated about an hour and a half. We grilled with charcoal for the first time EVER! All by ourselves. We might have had to call her cousin for some help but over all, we did a phenomenal job. We talked with the people next to us, they ran out of beer. They wanted more. We led them to our cooler, handed over 4 cans and they handed us 10 bucks. They willingly ponied up the 10 bucks. And Briana and I laughed the whole way in because a 12 back costs that much! We used the 10 to buy beer in the stadium. (oh, we were drunk in case you were curious) In the park we got our free coolers, we found our seats. We talked to the people around us and chatted about our kick ass signs. I saw the starting line-up and squealed with delight because my man, Craig Counsell, the Original CC, was starting! WOOOOOOOHOOO! Game time drew near, went and bought beer. Miller High Life Man (are YOU living the High Life?!) threw out the first pitch. We put on our paper mustaches that said Rock Is My Hero! We wore them pretty much the full game.
The game went on, we had a good time. It was a great game. Brewer took the early lead. Then the Astros came back to tie it 2-2. Then the Astros took it to 4-2. Then Ryan Braun hit a two run blast to tie it. Billy Hall drove in Corey Hart to make it 5-4, then Jason Kendall drove in another to make it 6-4. The final score. Amazing game. A Brewer win is always amazing. I'll take a blow out win over no win any day but there is something so much better about a close game. A come from behind victory that makes the air in the stadium electric, people on their feet and screaming. Walking out of the seating area people are high fiving, chanting "let's go Brewers!" and any thing goes. It's just amazing! Words don't do it justice. It's something that needs to be experienced.
Oh and we made it on TV.
Yeah. We went to the game with the mission of making it on and well, we did. How do we know? Taped the game. I got video of it bitches! Except not right now. My camera battery was dead so I needed to charge it. I'm gonna take video of the video and then post it. Cuz I am that big of a dork. But until then here, enjoy a still from our excitement. We probably woke the entire apartment building (alright just the few by us) screaming in delight when we saw ourselves. The announcers didn't talk about our signs which is a shame but shit, we made it. Pitching change in the sixth. Coming back from commercial, there we are!
If that is not hot, then I don't know what is.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
How about a little cheese with that wine?
I love cheesy pick up lines.
Not for practical use or for them to be used on me but come on...they are hilarious!
I don't know how but me and A-bag got on the topic of cheesy pick up lines and so that made me want to know more so like the loser I am I did what any one else would do in this age of the internet. I googled some! And I found a few that made me laugh and laugh and laugh. If I were in a relationship with a fella I would totally say them to him at times just because.
Here are a few of the goodies:
Not for practical use or for them to be used on me but come on...they are hilarious!
I don't know how but me and A-bag got on the topic of cheesy pick up lines and so that made me want to know more so like the loser I am I did what any one else would do in this age of the internet. I googled some! And I found a few that made me laugh and laugh and laugh. If I were in a relationship with a fella I would totally say them to him at times just because.
Here are a few of the goodies:
- Were your parents bakers? (Why?) Cuz you’ve got a nice set of buns!
- Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?
- Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I'm lost at sea.
- Baby, if you were words on a page, you'd be what they call FINE PRINT!
- Do you have a keg in your pants? (Why?!) Cuz I wanna tap that!
- I wish I were your derivative so I could lay tangent to your curves!
- Roses are red, candle light flickers, after the meal, it’s off with the knickers!
- I’m not Fred Flintstone but I can make your bedrock!
Hahahaha! Oh, I'm a freak. But you gotta admit, a few of them are worth a giggle.
Alright. That's all I got. I must work at 7 AM, oh lucky me.
Monday, July 21, 2008
These are a few of my least favorite things!
Yes, a variation of the title has recently been used. Deal!
Anyway. When I get in a funk, usually at work, things that annoy me tend to be on my mind. More then likely because the person in front of my is displaying one of the annoying habits. I think that in the broad scheme of things, I bitch about things but they don't truly piss me off. Yeah they annoy me but overall I can deal. I'm tolerant. Then there are a few things that make my blood boil. The things that really irk me. I might have made a list the other day. The list isn't complete nor is it really long. Here it is.
1. People Who Do Not Speed Up When Merging Into Traffic.
Really. This one deserves to be number one because I HATE IT!! Seriously! Yes there are times when you can't and so that is understandable but I'd have to say 95% of the time you can get up to at least 50 when merging. This is where my road rage comes out. Believe you me, if I'm trying to get on the Interstate and some dumb ass is going about 30 I'm screaming at them. WHY?! If you speed up, moron, it'll be easier to get over! It isn't safe going into 70 mph traffic at the blistering speed of 32! It just...AHH! oooooh! When that happens and there's an opening I don't wait until the lane ends. I cross the white line. Then go by them yelling. It pisses me off!
2. Blatantly Bad Grammar.
I'm not a stickler when it comes to things like who and whom. Spelling? Forget about it, I'm no good at it. I screw up punctuation, not gonna even pretend that I'm perfect. What gets me is when people say things like "Those ain't $2.95!" while pointing at a single melon. And don't get me started on ain't. An ain't here and there, fine. It's the frequent use by a single perpetrator that annoys me. Oh, up to 10 ain'ts today and it ain't even noon! Is isn't hard to say? I don't think it ain't. Yeah....totally taking it a step too far. It's the confusion of possession and plurals. It's redneck hillbilly speak that gets me. Someday I just want so say to a person, "can you hear yourself speak?! you sound like a freaking moron!" But I don't. I keep my anger on the inside.
3. People Who Grunt/Moan When Doing An Activity That Does Not Require Such A Noise.
Everyone does it. You life something heavy, "uh!" You whack your knee so you let out a moan of pain. But when people go on for five minutes making such noises, me no likey. It makes me a little uncomfortable. Should I be like "Excuse me Ma'am, can you handle the roll of paper towels or is it a bit much?" I guess this is an action that doesn't so much make my blood boil as it makes it awkward. If awkward blood is possible... Anyway. It just...I don't like it! I don't! I really, really don't! Watching tennis is a nightmare for me! You don't hear other athletes do those nasty sounding "UHHHHHS!" with every move. Ok. Tennis watching isn't really a nightmare because a. I don't watch it. b. I can see how it warrants a grunt here or there. Still seems a little wrong. You talk you your mother with that mouth, (insert tennis star name)?
4. Loud Gum Chewers.
Should all rot in hell. No, not really. This is another sort of grey area because sometimes it brings me within an inch of snapping. Other days, not so much. But the days it annoys me. Oh boy. If I were ever to snap at someone I didn't know, it'd be over that. When customers come through the line smacking away I just wanna be like "why don't you shut your fucking mouth already?! Is that too difficult for you there bucko?" Inherited it from my mother. It's that sloshy spit filled sound. Blach! Oh, people with spit filled voices are like finger nails on the chalkboard to me. You must have heard one. There was one on a video we watched in a class once and I almost blew my top. And then when people talk to you while chewing. When I chew gum I don't think I chew it while speaking. If I do it isn't with such vigor my speech is impaired.
Ok. I feel better. I'm sure at some point I'll find more to add.
C-ya suckers!
Anyway. When I get in a funk, usually at work, things that annoy me tend to be on my mind. More then likely because the person in front of my is displaying one of the annoying habits. I think that in the broad scheme of things, I bitch about things but they don't truly piss me off. Yeah they annoy me but overall I can deal. I'm tolerant. Then there are a few things that make my blood boil. The things that really irk me. I might have made a list the other day. The list isn't complete nor is it really long. Here it is.
1. People Who Do Not Speed Up When Merging Into Traffic.
Really. This one deserves to be number one because I HATE IT!! Seriously! Yes there are times when you can't and so that is understandable but I'd have to say 95% of the time you can get up to at least 50 when merging. This is where my road rage comes out. Believe you me, if I'm trying to get on the Interstate and some dumb ass is going about 30 I'm screaming at them. WHY?! If you speed up, moron, it'll be easier to get over! It isn't safe going into 70 mph traffic at the blistering speed of 32! It just...AHH! oooooh! When that happens and there's an opening I don't wait until the lane ends. I cross the white line. Then go by them yelling. It pisses me off!
2. Blatantly Bad Grammar.
I'm not a stickler when it comes to things like who and whom. Spelling? Forget about it, I'm no good at it. I screw up punctuation, not gonna even pretend that I'm perfect. What gets me is when people say things like "Those ain't $2.95!" while pointing at a single melon. And don't get me started on ain't. An ain't here and there, fine. It's the frequent use by a single perpetrator that annoys me. Oh, up to 10 ain'ts today and it ain't even noon! Is isn't hard to say? I don't think it ain't. Yeah....totally taking it a step too far. It's the confusion of possession and plurals. It's redneck hillbilly speak that gets me. Someday I just want so say to a person, "can you hear yourself speak?! you sound like a freaking moron!" But I don't. I keep my anger on the inside.
3. People Who Grunt/Moan When Doing An Activity That Does Not Require Such A Noise.
Everyone does it. You life something heavy, "uh!" You whack your knee so you let out a moan of pain. But when people go on for five minutes making such noises, me no likey. It makes me a little uncomfortable. Should I be like "Excuse me Ma'am, can you handle the roll of paper towels or is it a bit much?" I guess this is an action that doesn't so much make my blood boil as it makes it awkward. If awkward blood is possible... Anyway. It just...I don't like it! I don't! I really, really don't! Watching tennis is a nightmare for me! You don't hear other athletes do those nasty sounding "UHHHHHS!" with every move. Ok. Tennis watching isn't really a nightmare because a. I don't watch it. b. I can see how it warrants a grunt here or there. Still seems a little wrong. You talk you your mother with that mouth, (insert tennis star name)?
4. Loud Gum Chewers.
Should all rot in hell. No, not really. This is another sort of grey area because sometimes it brings me within an inch of snapping. Other days, not so much. But the days it annoys me. Oh boy. If I were ever to snap at someone I didn't know, it'd be over that. When customers come through the line smacking away I just wanna be like "why don't you shut your fucking mouth already?! Is that too difficult for you there bucko?" Inherited it from my mother. It's that sloshy spit filled sound. Blach! Oh, people with spit filled voices are like finger nails on the chalkboard to me. You must have heard one. There was one on a video we watched in a class once and I almost blew my top. And then when people talk to you while chewing. When I chew gum I don't think I chew it while speaking. If I do it isn't with such vigor my speech is impaired.
Ok. I feel better. I'm sure at some point I'll find more to add.
C-ya suckers!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Did you have a nice trip? See you next fall!
Oh hey! I totally forgot to share about my fabulous experience at Urgent Care last week! How could I?! Wanna hear the story? No? Too bad.
So! I woke up that morning, Thursday, feeling fine. Got a little bit of a headache but it wasn't much of nothing so off to work I went. Headache was gone, feeling fine, joking it up and then BOOM! -Yeah, BOOM!- I was standing there, checking some folk out and my vision started to get trippy. I thought it was just from looking out the window and you know when you look at something bright it makes your eyes kind of weird? Well my eyes are pretty light sensitive, my eye doctor agrees, so I just thought "whateves. Just from like looking at bright spot on a car or something" went on doing my thing for a minute or two. Then it got worse. It was, as I described it to health care professionals, just like what I said. When you see something bright, makes it trippy. Also when you stand up to fast and your head starts to swim.
Anyhoo, it was weird! I'm standing there trying to work and well, I can't really see. All those jokes about being able to cashier in my sleep are true I guess. Most of my vision is blurry and I'm freaking out a little bit cause I don't get what the hell's going on. Internal freaking. I probably stood there and kept working like that for five minutes until no one was in my line. Then I walked over to the front end manager and was like "um, I...I can't really see" and described to her what was happening, all while crying a tad bit cuz it was so weird! So then I had to go with her to the service desk so she could tell the manager and then I called my mom and she came and got me and off I went to Urgent Care! By the time I got to the doctors my little weird vision thing was over with. Probably lasted about a half hour.
We went to some clinic that used to have Urgent Care and my mom didn't know it wasn't there anymore but they got a nurse to take a look. She said it probably was a migraine but I should go to a doctor. So then my mom took me to Urgent Care and after sitting in the room waiting for the doctor to come in (it ended up being a physician's assistant, eh well. she knew her shit...oh and we totally stole some stuff) I had to do some strange little tests for her like scrunch up my face, wag my tongue all over and keep my balance when she shoved me. Passed 'em all, no brain tumor! The diagnosis? Migraines. But not just any migraines my friends, migraine variants. I get the aura without the migraine. Which is nice. I don't get a head splitting, well, headache. So I googled it all. Acephalic migraines. Affects 5% of the population. Hmm. So I spent the rest of the day drinking lots of water in a dark room. Watching House. All in all, kind of weird.
So there you have it. My Urgent Care story. I've never been before. Though I did have to go the ER when I was pretty young, 6-7 something like that, to get stitches on my chin after falling in the shower. Don't laugh. Exact same thing happened to my brother! And my sister? Not a perfect chin, she swam into the wall at the pool.
Oh. And this is also my way of documenting it like the doctor said to. Works better then what I did. Circle the date on the calendar and write "Headache" We'll see if I get another because in my googling I guess the International Migraine Society or some shit has a check list of when you can officially call what you have a migraine to prevent misdiagnosis and it's two aura's sans headache for my diagnosis. Hmm. Alright.
Oh by the way this is my 200th post. Hooray!
So! I woke up that morning, Thursday, feeling fine. Got a little bit of a headache but it wasn't much of nothing so off to work I went. Headache was gone, feeling fine, joking it up and then BOOM! -Yeah, BOOM!- I was standing there, checking some folk out and my vision started to get trippy. I thought it was just from looking out the window and you know when you look at something bright it makes your eyes kind of weird? Well my eyes are pretty light sensitive, my eye doctor agrees, so I just thought "whateves. Just from like looking at bright spot on a car or something" went on doing my thing for a minute or two. Then it got worse. It was, as I described it to health care professionals, just like what I said. When you see something bright, makes it trippy. Also when you stand up to fast and your head starts to swim.
Anyhoo, it was weird! I'm standing there trying to work and well, I can't really see. All those jokes about being able to cashier in my sleep are true I guess. Most of my vision is blurry and I'm freaking out a little bit cause I don't get what the hell's going on. Internal freaking. I probably stood there and kept working like that for five minutes until no one was in my line. Then I walked over to the front end manager and was like "um, I...I can't really see" and described to her what was happening, all while crying a tad bit cuz it was so weird! So then I had to go with her to the service desk so she could tell the manager and then I called my mom and she came and got me and off I went to Urgent Care! By the time I got to the doctors my little weird vision thing was over with. Probably lasted about a half hour.
We went to some clinic that used to have Urgent Care and my mom didn't know it wasn't there anymore but they got a nurse to take a look. She said it probably was a migraine but I should go to a doctor. So then my mom took me to Urgent Care and after sitting in the room waiting for the doctor to come in (it ended up being a physician's assistant, eh well. she knew her shit...oh and we totally stole some stuff) I had to do some strange little tests for her like scrunch up my face, wag my tongue all over and keep my balance when she shoved me. Passed 'em all, no brain tumor! The diagnosis? Migraines. But not just any migraines my friends, migraine variants. I get the aura without the migraine. Which is nice. I don't get a head splitting, well, headache. So I googled it all. Acephalic migraines. Affects 5% of the population. Hmm. So I spent the rest of the day drinking lots of water in a dark room. Watching House. All in all, kind of weird.
So there you have it. My Urgent Care story. I've never been before. Though I did have to go the ER when I was pretty young, 6-7 something like that, to get stitches on my chin after falling in the shower. Don't laugh. Exact same thing happened to my brother! And my sister? Not a perfect chin, she swam into the wall at the pool.
Oh. And this is also my way of documenting it like the doctor said to. Works better then what I did. Circle the date on the calendar and write "Headache" We'll see if I get another because in my googling I guess the International Migraine Society or some shit has a check list of when you can officially call what you have a migraine to prevent misdiagnosis and it's two aura's sans headache for my diagnosis. Hmm. Alright.
Oh by the way this is my 200th post. Hooray!
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