| all alone with (no) memory |
[25th November , 2008|07:37 pm] |
Do you ever open up a 'post' window and then just sit there staring at the blankness? It's been one of those weeks, and it's only Tuesday!
And when I say "one of those weeks", let's just say it started yesterday with me pulling into a gas station, running inside to get coffee and a couple of little things, pre-paying for $20 of gas, then getting in my car and driving off... Yes, I totally forgot to actually put said paid-for gas in the tank, and I was miles away (it was a half-hour later) before I realized what I'd done - or forgotten to do. Today I went to the bank and left the deposits I needed to make at home. And then I put the wrong address on the label on the Fed-Ex package, (remembered AFTER I'd dropped it in the box) and had to go back (with a correct label) and wait for the Fed-Ex guy to come and open the box so I could switch them.
I have no idea where my brain has gone, but whoever's co-opted it, may I please have it back? I mean, I feel like I'm preoccupied with something, only in order to be preoccupied, you sort of need something to be preoccupied with. *looks around* I've got nothing. Seriously. Unless I've completely forgotten what I'm supposed to be preoccupied with, which, all things considered, is a distinct possibility.
Tomorrow is my four year LJ anniversary. It feels like it's been longer, and then I realize that before LJ, I had 2 blogs, I've been nosing about various online fandoms for more than 10 years, and I'd been reading the HP books for 3 years before I got my LJ. (My friends dragged me to see the first movie - I was indifferent at the time - and I went out the next day and bought SS, CoS, PoA and GoF, and never looked back.) It's also kind of weird to realize that 4 years ago this time, I was still somewhat flabbergasted that we'd elected Bush again.
On the medical front, I had my CT scan last week. I went on Thursday morning, was there for nearly 3 hours and could NOT drink the nasty stuff. I won't go into detail, just suffice it to say: it was a day of fail. So I went back the next day, Friday afternoon, and was more successful. I was supposed to drink 40 oz of nasty berry-flavoured barium stuff, but barely managed 25. Still, much more successful and the tech said it was fine - he was able to see enough for the scan.
The diagnosis is that there is once again some inflammation in my intestines (obvious diagnosis is totally obvious. I could have told them that without the nasty drinky tests!), so I go back to the doc on Monday, and we get to discuss new medications for me to start. It's going to be one of the biologicals - maybe Remicade, which is given by IV infusion, or one of the new ones they've come out with over the past year or so which would require learning how to give myself injections.
Um, I can't even put contact lenses in. (Well, not successfully.) I don't mind when other people stick me with needles, but the chances of me doing it to myself are not good. Seriously. Just thinking about it makes me feel light-headed, and my hands shake. Hell, I couldn't even give my dog his insulin injections. (Neither could my mom - it was my dad's job.) Well, we'll jump off that particular bridge when we get to it. At least I don't need to be hospitalized or anything. (Wow. I just realized - 3 years ago today, I was in the hospital, having gone in Thanksgiving morning.)
I meant to go food shopping today, but I drove by the supermarket (after groveling to the fedex guy) and the lines were ridiculous, so I came home instead. I'll muddle through with something from the freezer. I'm sure I have a Lean Cuisine in there, and I know I've got plenty of veggie patties. I'm not hungry right now anyway. Oh! I just remembered that I have a Snickers almond bar somewhere (!), which I bought yesterday at the gas station and, yep, forgot to eat last night. *headdesk*
I need a drink.
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