Yay, I am finally done with those stupid antibiotics! Except now I am super constipated! YAY!
Yesterday when I came home from work there was an envelope from my previous health insurance company. At first I thought it was something regarding their recent data breach, but instead it was an explanation of benefits for my gyno visit in February. For $444. Apparently the doctor's office not only billed my current insurance, they also decided to bill my previous insurance. They got payment from my current insurance, why the fuck would they bill another insurance company? Insurance I haven't had since 2011?!
Yesterday in work my FWA actually had the nerve to ask me if it would be too mean to invite everyone but the new woman to her baby's christening. I felt like saying well first off, I wouldn't invite my coworkers to anything in the first place, because unlike your pathetic ass, I don't think these people are my friends. But really, bitch? You're actually considering inviting everyone but one fucking person? And then a few minutes later say that you felt bad you didn't invite our most senior employee and our boss to your baby shower? You're damn right you should feel bad, especially with all of the shit our boss allows you to get away with!
Oh and while she is getting WIC and trying to get financial assistance for utility bills, she got herself another tattoo last week. And while the idea of it is admittedly kind of cute, the tattoo itself is fucking hideous. It's a giant butterfly, at least 3 inches in length, with her baby's name written in giant cursive underneath. And it's on her forearm. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so big. Oh, who am I kidding? That thing is fucking trashy looking no matter how big or small it is. It screams WHITE TRASH. Just like the person it's on.
One day she emailed me in work complaining about this new person who works at our sister company and does the same job we do and she was complaining about all of the mistakes the girl did and things she left out. Now I know that this girl does make a lot of mistakes and summarizes pretty bizarrely. But when I pulled up her report, aside from not mentioning that the person was attending physical therapy, there didn't really seem to be much wrong with it. My FWA complained that she left out the person's complaints at visits, but when I pulled up the medical records, there were no complaints listed in the reports. You can't put something in if it isn't there.
Besides, who is she to talk? She makes mistakes and leaves a lot of shit out herself. I see her leave out x-ray results from chiropractic visits a lot and diagnostic imaging is VERY important to mention. Or those times before where I have seen her misname the diagnostic imaging done (x-ray or MRI arthrograms were only down as x-rays or MRIs- sorry, honey, it's a big difference and our doctors have every right to know what test was specifically done).
And speaking of the devil, I was in Wal-Fart earlier and my mother and I had paid and were heading to the bathroom and as we passed women's clothing, I heard her before I seen her- my FWA. I took off like a bat out of hell. Just who I want to see on my day off!
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Random Thoughts
Two more sets of antibiotics and I AM FREEEEEEEEEEE.
Something has been twitching in my right elbow all day and it's driving me up the freaking wall. I can even see whatever it is pulsing up and down. It's vile and incredibly annoying.
We had a patient in work today who came to her appointment 30 minutes late and our doctor generally will not see people if they're more than 15 minutes late. Apparently her lawyer or somebody had called our sister office to let them know she was running late and they never relayed the message to us. And when she was told the doctor wouldn't see her, she was not happy. Unhappy enough to threaten to smack Ms. Hail to the V and she wanted to spit on us and apparently throw a rock through the check-in window. And never once did my boss make any effort to call the cops or anything. According to her she didn't feel the girl was a threat. Okay, Ms. Boss Lady. Whatever you say. I am sure many people who have been shot to death at work felt the same way about their coworker THAT FUCKING BLEW THEM AWAY.
And the best part was when my boss said oh she could handle it, she's from the hood. Yeah, because I am sure your fat hood ass could stand up to a fucking .45 or something worse.
Yesterday was my FWA's birthday. Thirty going on fifteen. And I had to laugh because when we came in in the morning, one of my coworkers said she picked up a card for her for us to sign and then another coworker said she did, too. And yet I didn't get one fucking card. And then I open up my email and there was an email from my boss reminding us that it was her birthday. That set me off for the rest of the day. And another person's birthday is this month as well and she also got a card. And we celebrated their birthdays today. And guess where their cake was from? The expensive bakery. Guess where our most senior employee's birthday cake last month was from? The expensive bakery. And did she get a card? You bet your bottom dollar she did.
Maybe I am wrong, I don't know. Maybe I am overreacting. But it's still fucking insulting to not even receive a card and to get a cheesy cake while everyone else gets a card and a nice cake.
Something has been twitching in my right elbow all day and it's driving me up the freaking wall. I can even see whatever it is pulsing up and down. It's vile and incredibly annoying.
We had a patient in work today who came to her appointment 30 minutes late and our doctor generally will not see people if they're more than 15 minutes late. Apparently her lawyer or somebody had called our sister office to let them know she was running late and they never relayed the message to us. And when she was told the doctor wouldn't see her, she was not happy. Unhappy enough to threaten to smack Ms. Hail to the V and she wanted to spit on us and apparently throw a rock through the check-in window. And never once did my boss make any effort to call the cops or anything. According to her she didn't feel the girl was a threat. Okay, Ms. Boss Lady. Whatever you say. I am sure many people who have been shot to death at work felt the same way about their coworker THAT FUCKING BLEW THEM AWAY.
And the best part was when my boss said oh she could handle it, she's from the hood. Yeah, because I am sure your fat hood ass could stand up to a fucking .45 or something worse.
Yesterday was my FWA's birthday. Thirty going on fifteen. And I had to laugh because when we came in in the morning, one of my coworkers said she picked up a card for her for us to sign and then another coworker said she did, too. And yet I didn't get one fucking card. And then I open up my email and there was an email from my boss reminding us that it was her birthday. That set me off for the rest of the day. And another person's birthday is this month as well and she also got a card. And we celebrated their birthdays today. And guess where their cake was from? The expensive bakery. Guess where our most senior employee's birthday cake last month was from? The expensive bakery. And did she get a card? You bet your bottom dollar she did.
Maybe I am wrong, I don't know. Maybe I am overreacting. But it's still fucking insulting to not even receive a card and to get a cheesy cake while everyone else gets a card and a nice cake.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
To Hell With This
Friday generally can't ever come quick enough, but this week it really can't come quick enough. I am done with taking these damn antibiotics! I feel so fucking lousy! I am not constantly nauseous, but I keep getting waves of nausea. My head feels horrible. I keep getting heart palpitations. And last night I had a migraine right around my right eye. And am still having residual pain.
On another note, I love getting to watch all of the older Simpsons episodes, back before they relied on cheap pop culture references and constant celebrity voice guests for laughs.
On another note, I love getting to watch all of the older Simpsons episodes, back before they relied on cheap pop culture references and constant celebrity voice guests for laughs.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Yuck
Ugh, antibiotics suck eggs. Although I am not even sure if they're what is causing me to feel somewhat nauseous, because I was already feeling a little nauseous last night before I started taking them, which I chalked up to being at the end of my period, since I seem to get nausea at that time anymore. My doctor prescribed me Flagyl and Adoxa. And man, does Flagyl taste terrible. The second it hits your tongue, you can taste it.
And now thanks to having an infection, I wonder if when I go back to the gyno in May if I am going to have to have another biopsy to see if the infection is gone. God I hope not.
And now thanks to having an infection, I wonder if when I go back to the gyno in May if I am going to have to have another biopsy to see if the infection is gone. God I hope not.
Friday, March 27, 2015
What Even
Yesterday while I was at work, my mom calls me to tell me the gynecologist's office called for me about my test results. So when I needed a break, I called the office back and the girl I talked to went on a long string that my blood work was all fine, no menopause, no STDs (duh I could have told them that), etc etc, and that it was nothing to worry about- e.g. no cancer, etc- but my biopsy did show an infection and I would have to take 2 antibiotics for a week, etc etc.
I am a little surprised it took this long to get back to me. I had the biopsy done over a month ago and even though it was nothing serious, it's still a little nerve-wracking to find out that I have had an infection going on inside of me for at least a month. And god knows how long it's been going on before the biopsy done. I knew when I read my tests results that they didn't sound completely benign. The words "chronic endometritis" alone set off alarms. The girl didn't give me a definite name for whatever the infection is, but I would imagine that endometritis is what I have.
And I would like to know what gave it to me, because frankly I am a little embarrassed to discover that I have an infection in one of my sexual organs. The girl said a number of things can cause it- a change in medicine, a change in soap, STRESS (it was probably stress. I wouldn't put it past it).
HOWEVER....if this is what has been causing me to bleed between periods for almost 3 years and have pelvic cramping through out the whole month for almost the same amount of time, then it would be great if it all stopped once the antibiotics stop. Not sure if I would be that lucky, though.
Now I have the fun of starting my antibiotics tonight. Yay! Because my stomach doesn't already feel horrible enough today!
I am a little surprised it took this long to get back to me. I had the biopsy done over a month ago and even though it was nothing serious, it's still a little nerve-wracking to find out that I have had an infection going on inside of me for at least a month. And god knows how long it's been going on before the biopsy done. I knew when I read my tests results that they didn't sound completely benign. The words "chronic endometritis" alone set off alarms. The girl didn't give me a definite name for whatever the infection is, but I would imagine that endometritis is what I have.
And I would like to know what gave it to me, because frankly I am a little embarrassed to discover that I have an infection in one of my sexual organs. The girl said a number of things can cause it- a change in medicine, a change in soap, STRESS (it was probably stress. I wouldn't put it past it).
HOWEVER....if this is what has been causing me to bleed between periods for almost 3 years and have pelvic cramping through out the whole month for almost the same amount of time, then it would be great if it all stopped once the antibiotics stop. Not sure if I would be that lucky, though.
Now I have the fun of starting my antibiotics tonight. Yay! Because my stomach doesn't already feel horrible enough today!
Monday, March 23, 2015
Oh FFS
I just realized I was wrong and my period was actually predicted to come yesterday. And it is still not here. Which means it is coming more than 34 days.
Shit shit shit. Now I am starting to feel super anxious.
6:34PM: Eh, nevermind. It finally graced me with its prescence during work.
Shit shit shit. Now I am starting to feel super anxious.
6:34PM: Eh, nevermind. It finally graced me with its prescence during work.
Sunday, March 22, 2015
Random Thoughts
Today is my BIL's birthday. Frankly, I don't see why I should have to wish him a happy birthday or waste my time buying a card or use my own earned money to give him anything when he hates celebrating his birthday. Apparently, he doesn't like to be sang to. So we have a cake and that's it, no singing, if it's that much of a big deal. But for the love of God, there is no one who hates being sang to more than me and I fucking deal with it every year.
I wonder if he'll not get my sister anything for Mother's Day again this year. She's a better person than I am, because if I popped out my husband's kid and he didn't get me anything for Mother's Day, I'd give him divorce papers for Father's Day. In a box all wrapped up in nice manly paper.
So of course my FWA had to keep her word and pop in on Thursday with her brat. I don't know, she's a cute baby, but at the same time she isn't; I think it's because of who her mother is and the fact that she looks so much like her father. But the best part was when she was leaving and tells us all that we're going to be invited to her brat's christening party later in the spring. I smiled and said "Oh. Great!" while my brain was screaming "NOOOOOOOO" at an ungodly decibel level. Seriously, bitch? It's almost cute how much she thinks we all really like her.
She went to some play place on Friday and later on posted 86 pictures from it. Maybe because I am not a mother, but I don't understand the need to take that many damn pictures of your child playing. And the batch of pictures wasn't complete without several close-ups of her with the baby. She is someone who seriously needs to learn that close-ups aren't for her.
My period is expected to come tomorrow- whether it will or not is a horse of another color- but I still feel like I am not feeling as spastic or flying off the handle like I usually do. Well, there have been a few instances of major irritability, including a snap out on Thursday night when I was planning on having mac and cheese with dinner and found out my mom was making corn and because I have such issues with food going to waste I ended up having to figure out something else to eat (And simply eating both was out of the question because come on, mac and cheese and corn together? With my stomach?). A complete over-reaction, I know.
I'm still only taking Prozac every other day. At some point I guess I am going to have to try it every day, but I am not ready for that yet. So far my weight has been okay, but I am just afraid that if I start taking more then I am going to start to see weight gain.
My sister is trying to drag me into some drama between her and Mom. At first I tried ignoring her text and then a few hours later I got a text asking if I got it. Oh, okay, I guess it's always okay for her to ignore my texts half the time; unlike her, though, I don't go chasing after her to see if she read mine if she doesn't respond because if she doesn't respond then she doesn't really give a shit. And she keeps texting me and I feel like writing her back to leave me the hell alone.
I feel guilty for feeling like that and I feel horribly guilty that I don't even have the balls to defend my mother (my sister definitely isn't in the right with this situation) and I am so fucking hot right now and I feel like just freaking the fuck out. I swear to God, if I could go away forever, I would.
I wonder if he'll not get my sister anything for Mother's Day again this year. She's a better person than I am, because if I popped out my husband's kid and he didn't get me anything for Mother's Day, I'd give him divorce papers for Father's Day. In a box all wrapped up in nice manly paper.
So of course my FWA had to keep her word and pop in on Thursday with her brat. I don't know, she's a cute baby, but at the same time she isn't; I think it's because of who her mother is and the fact that she looks so much like her father. But the best part was when she was leaving and tells us all that we're going to be invited to her brat's christening party later in the spring. I smiled and said "Oh. Great!" while my brain was screaming "NOOOOOOOO" at an ungodly decibel level. Seriously, bitch? It's almost cute how much she thinks we all really like her.
She went to some play place on Friday and later on posted 86 pictures from it. Maybe because I am not a mother, but I don't understand the need to take that many damn pictures of your child playing. And the batch of pictures wasn't complete without several close-ups of her with the baby. She is someone who seriously needs to learn that close-ups aren't for her.
My period is expected to come tomorrow- whether it will or not is a horse of another color- but I still feel like I am not feeling as spastic or flying off the handle like I usually do. Well, there have been a few instances of major irritability, including a snap out on Thursday night when I was planning on having mac and cheese with dinner and found out my mom was making corn and because I have such issues with food going to waste I ended up having to figure out something else to eat (And simply eating both was out of the question because come on, mac and cheese and corn together? With my stomach?). A complete over-reaction, I know.
I'm still only taking Prozac every other day. At some point I guess I am going to have to try it every day, but I am not ready for that yet. So far my weight has been okay, but I am just afraid that if I start taking more then I am going to start to see weight gain.
My sister is trying to drag me into some drama between her and Mom. At first I tried ignoring her text and then a few hours later I got a text asking if I got it. Oh, okay, I guess it's always okay for her to ignore my texts half the time; unlike her, though, I don't go chasing after her to see if she read mine if she doesn't respond because if she doesn't respond then she doesn't really give a shit. And she keeps texting me and I feel like writing her back to leave me the hell alone.
I feel guilty for feeling like that and I feel horribly guilty that I don't even have the balls to defend my mother (my sister definitely isn't in the right with this situation) and I am so fucking hot right now and I feel like just freaking the fuck out. I swear to God, if I could go away forever, I would.
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