Oh dear god! What in the hell was I thinking?  Ok, so sometimes I sub for the early childhood center in the temple building where my after school is housed.  And Monday night was the teacher appreciation dinner.  I was sitting around yaking with my two early childhood bosses and a few co-workers and we were discussing my boobs.  This is a common workplace subject at the moment cuz I'm just so damn happy, I talk about it AAALLLL the time.  One says to me, I'd like you to explain the procedure to me someday. And I said (mind you I had had either 3 or 4 glasses of Sangria, which is not much, but I haven't had anything serious to drink in about 3 months), "why don't you just look at my blog", then my boss says, "You have a blog!? How do I find it?!",  I thought "oh shit".  And I tell her how to find it while frantically searching the inner recesses of my brain, trying to remember what I've put here in the last few months that's going to get me into trouble. I realized I'm fine, nothing bad here and I'm fairly sure one of two bosses will read and I'm really putting this here for her benefit. 

But the real kicker is, before we discussed my blog I was showing them pictures from digital camera.  I said don't go to picture 332, because that was a pic of my naked post-op boobs.  Yes, I took this picture.  Of course a couple of the ladies did not heed my warning and then others said they wanted to see.  They asked if it was ok.  It was a very strange feeling.  I was not embarrassed by them seeing, but I was embarrassed about actively showing them.  I'm not sure if that makes sense.  Eventually I realized that in the last 6-months or so, my breasts have been photographed, shaken, written on, cut up,  stitched, glued, poked, etc., if they wanted to see, oh why the hell not!!  Besides I had been drinkin'!!  I had an excuse, what was theirs?   

Of course, as soon as I got home I had to check the blog, I knew there was nothing on here, but I got paranoid.  And I still can't stop thinking, "Oh my god... they saw my boobies". My after school boss is probably going to be jealous.

I still haven't heard anything from the frickin' dickin' insurance company. AARRGGHHH!!

 

Well everyone else has given Christmas updates so I guess I will too.

 

My Christmas stunk!  The Friday before x-mas I woke up at 5am with nausea and cramps so bad that I wondered what I had done to deserve the wrath of God.  Within the following 15 minutes I had some explosions occur at both ends of my body.  I thought maybe it would be one of those just puke once and you'll feel better situations... uh... NO!

 

8am.... Explosions!!!  9:30am Explosions!!

 

And finally at 11am, explosion! 

 

I had to call my prof to cancel our 10:30am meeting while silently praying that I wouldn't barf while we spoke on the phone and I had to call out of work.

 

Saturday I had explosions but only in the basement.  Was starving and weak, desperate to eat something but scared to death to even try.  My diet consisted of gatorade, frozen seltzer water (I was craving ice) and unsalted saltines.

 

Sunday I finally took in some real food (oatmeal and soup), but I had gas so bad I could have cleared out an airplane hanger. 

 

Attempted to eat Christmas dinner (my Ma told me I had to be sure not to over eat even if I felt better, because my stomach had to adjust slowly to getting food again) and even though I was careful I still bumbled, rumbled, and grumbled afterwards.  I couldn't eat a meal without any discomfort until Wednesday. 

 

And the whole experience led me to believe that something crawled into my body and DIED!!

 

If I knew then what I know now... I never would have complained about my rogue eyelash!!!!!

 

On a happier note.  All my data is entered and next week I should be starting the wonderful experience of analysis.

Woo Hoo!!!! 

No, unfortunately I was unable to keep my rogue eyelash.  The doctor lost it.  It blew off the tweezers before he could catch it.  He had been very keen on showing it to me.  My mother decided to tell one the head honcho eye pathologist guys that she works with at Johns Hopkins about my eye.  He was very disappointed that we hadn't taken a picture. He was really bummed out about it.  He says he has only four pictures of this freak occurence and he wants more.  So, yes, Cola I guess I am truly unique. 

 

Just a thesis and booby update.

I have entered 205 of 271 surveys into SPSS.  I'm hoping to have them all in by the end of the month.  So hopefully I have some results by January.  Please God, let them show what I'm lookin' for. 

 

I have a tentative date set for my Breast Reduction. March 16th.  I'm waiting for word from the insurance company which I should receive within the next month.  So I will be keeping that date if it fits in well with school and my boss agrees to the time frame. I will be doing it at Johns Hopkins.  So I will expect all my Hood bloggin' buddies to come visit while I'm incapacitated . 

 

I'm thinking that I may turn this into a breast reduction blog so that other women considering one can read about my experience.

I know. I know.  I haven't blogged in forever and most likely no one will even read this entry because I'm sure people have stopped checking, but I felt that today I had a truly blog worthy experience. 

 

Now just to back track a little... on Saturday night I went out.  Dinner, club afterwards, shakin' my ass... all that good stuff.  Now I had in my contacts and I was wearing eye make-up and I had a minor mascara malfunction on my left eye but I was pretty confident that I didn't get any IN my eye.  When I returned home in the wee hours of sunday morning I noticed that I had a lot of redness on the lower part of the eye and on the inner part of the lower eyelid.  I thought maybe I just irritated it.  Monday rolls around and it's not better and now it's beginning to hurt.  The eye is throbbing and it's painful when I blink.  And in the morning even though I didn't have crusties, my eyelids felt thick and heavy and when my eyes teared the tears felt thick and mucusy.  So I'm thinking that I did get something in the eye and I gave myself pink eye.  It felt just like pink eye but it didn't look like pink eye.  As you all know, I work with children, so I had to get it checked out right away if it happened to be pink eye. 

 

I get to the eye doctor today, he tells me it doesn't look like pink eye. I said, "I know, but it feels just like pink eye, I even have light sensitivity".  So he takes a look at the inside of the upper lid and then takes a look at the inside of the lower lid and decides to take a swab of the mucus.  When he does this, a little rogue eyelash which had been growing on the INSIDE of my lower eyelid sprang up like a little Christmas tree.  How in the hell does an eyelash grow on the inside of one's eyelid.  It was all by itself, had no buddies, just sittin' there, growin' in the wrong place.  The doctor said he's only seen this about six times in his career and nobody seems to know how or why it happens.  Unbelievably that one little hair caused all that trouble.  It was after all a foreign object that had no business being there. I hope the little rebellious bastard doesn't return.  Because I'll tell ya, you haven't lived till you've had someone pluck an eyelash from you inner eyelid. 

 

So there you go, my blog worthy medical anomoly.  Now I must go to rite aid to pick up my eye drops.

 

 

Well, I handed in my proposal on Tuesday and on Wednesday (today), I got an e-mail from school with my project protocol number.  Yay!! 

 

Things were looking good... got my protocol number, got more sleep since I didn't have to go to school this morning and was less stressed at work, until...   

 

I was told that one of our kids had had an accident (remember, I'm in school-aged childcare).  I thought, "no biggie".  Then I found out it was #2, not #1.  And I thought, "well, that complicates things a bit, but still... no biggie".  So I take the child along with another counselor (always gotta have witnesses) to one of our locker rooms to help the child change.  Well I slap on my latex gloves as I always do in these circumstances and tell the child to take off their shoes.  I see some poop on the shoes. So then I think, "ok, this is a biggie".  The child had on no underwear, so there was nothing to "catch" the accident so to speak.  I will spare the gory details, but I will say this... ususally I am content to handle these situations with numerous pairs of latex gloves (I am a pro), however, this time, I wish I had on one of those environmental hazzards suits (you know like the outfits the guys at the end of ET wear).  It also would have been helpful if I could have suspended the child from the ceiling and sprayed him with a hose. 

 

 

I always claim my life is boring and then excitement finds me in the oddest forms.