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Feb. 10th, 2005 05:43 pmGood heavens, am I ever pissy today. Just full on pissy, hormonal, snappish and comlpetely looking for things to fight about. I shouldn't go online when I'm like that, but in a way it just feels so good to tell people straight out, "You know what? You're being an idiot." So gratifying.
I have no business being so pissy, either. In the last few days, I've been worried about Trisky. (Reading back on my blog I have to ask myself, when am I not worried about a family member or a pet? Worry, you know, is one of my hobbies.) But in the last week, two of her paws, one front and one back, have gotten swollen and she's been limping on them. The first time it happened, I figured she just banged it up badly going up the icy steps. That makes sense, yes? Then when it happened to the front foot, I got into Panic Mode. "That's a coincidence. Two feet in a week, front and back, opposite sides? Something's up. It's Lyme, I just know it. Or worse. Something metabolic." And here I start mentally listing all the major big bad things that might cause swelling of extremities. Yesterday I took her to work with me to have it checked out. (Boy, was she ever pissed!) Rob looked her over and first checked her heart. (Which was the second thing I thought of.) That was fine. He checked her glands, and I wasn't sure why, until he mentioned the word "leukemia" and then I very calmly, very internally, freaked out for the rest of the day. He also said the words "unlikely since everything looks and feels fine" and "probably just an injury that will take care of itself," but you know how you can dwell on things sometimes. Or, okay, how I can dwell on things. Then we took an X ray (nothing wrong) and blood tests. The results of which I had to wait until this morning to know.
It is so hard to wait, isn't it? Last night I went to Kung Fu and I burned off a lot of my energy there. I also finished the last stances in the ten stance form. Finished my first form, yay! And then Lao Shir had me do it again. And again. And again. Until I was good and tired. Then I came home and watched American Idol, which chilled me out some. I knew I would never be able to sleep for worrying, and so the only thing I had in the house that I thought might work was some Kava Kava tea. I have only had that once before, just kind of fiddled with it, found myself staring at Pele, (the tapestry in my living room, people, not like, on a mental trip or anything!) and feeling very sleepy, but I was sleepy to begin with so I wasn't sure if it worked or not. Last night? That stuff worked. I was asleep by eleven and having weird dreams. (I met Jeremy driving down the road. His new job was driving a hearse. He thought I would think that was cool, and he pulled over to show me the coffin int he back. The hearse was less of a hearse and more of a regular car--white, even--with the coffin in the trunk. When he opened the drunk, there was a coffin, and next to it, a stuffed monkey with a fez. WTF, with the monkey and the fez?!) Usually I'm not asleep until around 12:30 on a work night.
I hauled butt to work this morning and ran like hell to the inbox of bloodwork to find Trisky's. And everything was perfect. (*Knocking on wood!*) Of course, it's still kind of a mystery, but for now it looks like just coincidental injuries (though maybe not so coincidental, I mean after all, the stairs are icy!) and whatever it is, it's not metabolic, so I'm not going to worry.
I have one day left of work before weekend. Over the weekend I'm going to be going nuts trying to get everything ready for my trip.
Monday, I bring my birds to Laura for her to birdsit for me. Tuesday is the worst day of all, packing up all the pets and bringing them in to board. I hate that part more than anything.
But then, Tuesday night, everything will be finished. My parents, Gran and Uncle Don are going to pack up the car and leave that afternoon. Then, after Spencer and Meghan get home from school and Betsy brings her pets to board, they're going to come over here. Then Betsy and the two kids will sleep in my parents' house, and I will be in my hizzou catching House MD (because next week's episode is going to kick nine kinds of ass in a five ass town,) and then the next morning, we are flying down to Florida.
Where it is 77 degrees in the day. Ahhh. And then I will sit by the pool and have a pina colada. Hang out with my family and friends. Get to spend time with Auntie Kau'i, Kaleo, Kawehi and his dancers, Auntie Kai and the rest. Have a day at Universal and ride Dueling Dragons and The Hulk and even the silly Flying Unicorn. And in Disney, Epcot center and Mitsukoshi, the place for the 13 year old otaku in me to squeal.
Then on Friday it's off to the seminar, and I get to learn from, and dance for, Kumu Sonny. I haven't seen Kumu Sonny in just about two years and I miss him and Lopaka. And I get to hang out with Hini and hopefully spend lots of time with him and give him the hug and kiss I've been saving up for two years. And probably get to see Cheryl and Pat and the whole rest of the crew I usually end up seeing.
God, but I don't think I can wait!
So everything's fine (*knocking frantically on wood!*) and I have this awesome trip coming up, so really, there's no excuse for me to be this snappy with the entire world. I must get over it. ^_^ But first, just a little more snarking! PLEASE!
I have no business being so pissy, either. In the last few days, I've been worried about Trisky. (Reading back on my blog I have to ask myself, when am I not worried about a family member or a pet? Worry, you know, is one of my hobbies.) But in the last week, two of her paws, one front and one back, have gotten swollen and she's been limping on them. The first time it happened, I figured she just banged it up badly going up the icy steps. That makes sense, yes? Then when it happened to the front foot, I got into Panic Mode. "That's a coincidence. Two feet in a week, front and back, opposite sides? Something's up. It's Lyme, I just know it. Or worse. Something metabolic." And here I start mentally listing all the major big bad things that might cause swelling of extremities. Yesterday I took her to work with me to have it checked out. (Boy, was she ever pissed!) Rob looked her over and first checked her heart. (Which was the second thing I thought of.) That was fine. He checked her glands, and I wasn't sure why, until he mentioned the word "leukemia" and then I very calmly, very internally, freaked out for the rest of the day. He also said the words "unlikely since everything looks and feels fine" and "probably just an injury that will take care of itself," but you know how you can dwell on things sometimes. Or, okay, how I can dwell on things. Then we took an X ray (nothing wrong) and blood tests. The results of which I had to wait until this morning to know.
It is so hard to wait, isn't it? Last night I went to Kung Fu and I burned off a lot of my energy there. I also finished the last stances in the ten stance form. Finished my first form, yay! And then Lao Shir had me do it again. And again. And again. Until I was good and tired. Then I came home and watched American Idol, which chilled me out some. I knew I would never be able to sleep for worrying, and so the only thing I had in the house that I thought might work was some Kava Kava tea. I have only had that once before, just kind of fiddled with it, found myself staring at Pele, (the tapestry in my living room, people, not like, on a mental trip or anything!) and feeling very sleepy, but I was sleepy to begin with so I wasn't sure if it worked or not. Last night? That stuff worked. I was asleep by eleven and having weird dreams. (I met Jeremy driving down the road. His new job was driving a hearse. He thought I would think that was cool, and he pulled over to show me the coffin int he back. The hearse was less of a hearse and more of a regular car--white, even--with the coffin in the trunk. When he opened the drunk, there was a coffin, and next to it, a stuffed monkey with a fez. WTF, with the monkey and the fez?!) Usually I'm not asleep until around 12:30 on a work night.
I hauled butt to work this morning and ran like hell to the inbox of bloodwork to find Trisky's. And everything was perfect. (*Knocking on wood!*) Of course, it's still kind of a mystery, but for now it looks like just coincidental injuries (though maybe not so coincidental, I mean after all, the stairs are icy!) and whatever it is, it's not metabolic, so I'm not going to worry.
I have one day left of work before weekend. Over the weekend I'm going to be going nuts trying to get everything ready for my trip.
Monday, I bring my birds to Laura for her to birdsit for me. Tuesday is the worst day of all, packing up all the pets and bringing them in to board. I hate that part more than anything.
But then, Tuesday night, everything will be finished. My parents, Gran and Uncle Don are going to pack up the car and leave that afternoon. Then, after Spencer and Meghan get home from school and Betsy brings her pets to board, they're going to come over here. Then Betsy and the two kids will sleep in my parents' house, and I will be in my hizzou catching House MD (because next week's episode is going to kick nine kinds of ass in a five ass town,) and then the next morning, we are flying down to Florida.
Where it is 77 degrees in the day. Ahhh. And then I will sit by the pool and have a pina colada. Hang out with my family and friends. Get to spend time with Auntie Kau'i, Kaleo, Kawehi and his dancers, Auntie Kai and the rest. Have a day at Universal and ride Dueling Dragons and The Hulk and even the silly Flying Unicorn. And in Disney, Epcot center and Mitsukoshi, the place for the 13 year old otaku in me to squeal.
Then on Friday it's off to the seminar, and I get to learn from, and dance for, Kumu Sonny. I haven't seen Kumu Sonny in just about two years and I miss him and Lopaka. And I get to hang out with Hini and hopefully spend lots of time with him and give him the hug and kiss I've been saving up for two years. And probably get to see Cheryl and Pat and the whole rest of the crew I usually end up seeing.
God, but I don't think I can wait!
So everything's fine (*knocking frantically on wood!*) and I have this awesome trip coming up, so really, there's no excuse for me to be this snappy with the entire world. I must get over it. ^_^ But first, just a little more snarking! PLEASE!
