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Aug. 11th, 2010 01:23 pmThis week. I thought last week was going to be the pit of suck, but this week is not really shaping up much better. I don't know what was going round, but every other post on my livejournal list yesterday was in some way angry/upset/freaking out/having a bad day/sad/in pain for all kinds of reasons and all kinds of things. I think the universe should refund us for the day.
My cheek is swollen from all the injections at the dentist, my jaw still sore. Pain. I went to the gynecologist appointment today and that was less scary than it could have been and loads better than last year's horrific incident. I've found a new doctor who actually had a conversation with me with my clothes on before doing the exam. So even though I have to go get an ultrasound tomorrow and get bloodwork and probably more procedures done, I am less scared than I was.
We're going to see Inception again tonight. I am trying to decide if falafel is a safe food to eat or if it is just too crunchy. Chewing is delicate. At home I live on popsicles and Sara Lee dinner rolls.
I am thinking about drastically changing my work schedule for the next couple months, in an attempt to reduce work stress. Mike and I talked about it some, and he is supportive. I realize I am profoundly lucky to have a partner so patient with me, so willing to talk and who has a steady job that makes it possible for me to make radical changes to my life. We are so lucky. I am so grateful for that.
The flight attendant on Jet Blue who quit using the slide the other day - totally my hero.
Our tabby Jasmine is obsessed with sitting next to the window and looking outside. We think she might be attacking her own reflection at times. This picture of cats attempting to open a door reminded me of a cat during my childhood who grew adept at scaling a bookcase and turning a door knob to get outside.
I think I'm going to take a nap. I feel emotionally and physically drained.
My cheek is swollen from all the injections at the dentist, my jaw still sore. Pain. I went to the gynecologist appointment today and that was less scary than it could have been and loads better than last year's horrific incident. I've found a new doctor who actually had a conversation with me with my clothes on before doing the exam. So even though I have to go get an ultrasound tomorrow and get bloodwork and probably more procedures done, I am less scared than I was.
We're going to see Inception again tonight. I am trying to decide if falafel is a safe food to eat or if it is just too crunchy. Chewing is delicate. At home I live on popsicles and Sara Lee dinner rolls.
I am thinking about drastically changing my work schedule for the next couple months, in an attempt to reduce work stress. Mike and I talked about it some, and he is supportive. I realize I am profoundly lucky to have a partner so patient with me, so willing to talk and who has a steady job that makes it possible for me to make radical changes to my life. We are so lucky. I am so grateful for that.
The flight attendant on Jet Blue who quit using the slide the other day - totally my hero.
Our tabby Jasmine is obsessed with sitting next to the window and looking outside. We think she might be attacking her own reflection at times. This picture of cats attempting to open a door reminded me of a cat during my childhood who grew adept at scaling a bookcase and turning a door knob to get outside.
I think I'm going to take a nap. I feel emotionally and physically drained.