Friday, March 29, 2013

True story....

I haven't been feeling all that well for about six months.  Yep, six months.  That's a long time to not feel well, so I decided that I should finally do something about it and get checked out.  Off to the doctor I went.  She wasn't quite sure what was going on, so she ordered some labs.  The labs came clear of any kind of infection.  Good and bad news.  Her next suggestion was to go visit a heart doc because my heart rate is low and I sometimes feel dizzy, so I have one scheduled.  In the meantime,  I am going about my life and one day, I am taking towels back to my hairdresser's salon and he is asking about my symptoms, so I tell.  He has a client all foiled up and processing, so she hears all the details of my whatever is going on.  She then tells me that she is a nurse and could she ask me some more questions about my symptoms.  I have no problem with this, so she does.  After a few questions, she tells me that it sounds like I have something called H pylori, which, I think, is some kind of stomach parasite and if left unattended, could turn into ulcers.  YIKES BIKES!!  She tells me that it should just be a simple blood test to find out and then an antibiotic to clear things up.  This news makes me want to yodel until my heart gives out.  How lovely would it be if that is all it is?  I thank her a bazillion times and then call my doctor to tell her I need this checked out.  She gets a lab form signed for me, so I can get tested.  In my mind, I am thinking, "Oh, a simple little blood draw and then I can find out!"  Oh dear readers, that is not to be the case.  When I get to the lab, the girl starts pulling all these things together for me...a little plastic toilet thing, rubber gloves, a tongue depressor, a plastic jar, and a biohazard bag.  Yep, I am not giving some blood, but a STOOL sample.  Gross!  I am, however, grateful that they let me "gather" this sample in the privacy of my own bathroom and not some sterile lab bathroom.  But, still, the whole thing just makes me shudder and I haven't quite gotten up the courage to go through the process yet.  The instructions made me laugh out loud and so do the supplies .  Oh, human life is ridiculous and funny...if you think about it.  I just hope I find out what is going on, and I am so glad that I am not the person on the receiving end of these types of samples.   

Saturday, March 16, 2013

1. I love when I have dreams that hunky Jason Statham is my boyfriend.  I love it so much that I hit snooze three times just so the dream would last a bit longer.  sigh..

2. I LOVE the color teal, but I am really diggin on yellow, lately. 

3. I am trying my hand at being a vegan.  Not too bad.  I was inspired by the documentary "Forks over Knives".  Check it out.  It's a game changer. 

4. While driving past a bus stop, I saw this cute old man dancing  his little heart out while waiting.  This made my day.

5. I love when my students give me big hugs.  It makes me feel loved.  I love that when they do give me hugs, it is around my bum.

6. Asian kid wearing a suit and carrying a rubber chicken.  It's pretty much a typical day for an East High student, right?!

7. I really like the staff in my classroom.  We are talking about getting matchy shirts.  Can you say UNITY??

8. I will be 38 in three days.  WOAH!  I can really say "20 years ago..." and I would have been 18.  Crazy.

9.  My body has decided that it needs to wake up at 3:00 am every morning.  Not cool.  Not cool, at all.

10. A few days ago, my school went on lockdown.  So mysterious.  We had to pull our blinds down, lock our doors, and do recess inside.  We even had cops patrolling the area.  All ended up being fine. 

11.  I really want to do a reality series of my job.  It would be quite hilarious.

12.  I really think Tori Spelling and I should be friends.  And, maybe Rebel Wilson.

13. I LOVE this weather.

14. I want to buy a bike and just ride around and sing songs.  Does that seem odd?  I don't think so.

15. One of my most favorite students is transitioning at the end of this year.  I have already had to prepare my heart for that.  It's gonna hurt a bit.