This has been an extremely weird week.
In a very quick summary here it is:
My massage lead to anxiety which got me rejected for treatment by my dentist which ended up with me thinking about HOLY FUCK you may have thyroid cancer! YUP - weird.
Here's the longer version. I didn't have my usual massage appointment on Tuesday this week because Sammy had a dentist appointment and I really wanted to get the gym and lunch in before I had to go pick him up at 12:30. That appointment turned into scheduling another one because he has four cavities. FOUR!!! Ugh. This kid really needs to get in the habit of brushing. And yet I know its really a responsibility that falls on me. By the time evening rolls around, I'm tired and just want to relax. The last thing I want to do is hold my kids hand to make him brush his teeth. But four cavities? Yeah.... I'm going to have to work harder at this until he's doing it all on his own.
So the next day, I had my dentist appointment scheduled. But first thing that morning, I had a massage scheduled. Paul and I chatted most of the session, so quite possibly I wasn't as relaxed as I could have been. We discussed usual stuff including he and his wife being off next week, but having a staycation. I said I was jealous knowing they would have a week of kid free pool time which meant they would have nude sunbathing. I love tanning nude, but, yeah....not here. I always feel like people are peeking out their windows at me. Anyway, when I was done, I went up to his desk to schedule my next session. I told him I would be thinking of him and his wife while I'm trying to hike up my suit to get more sun on the bum next week. LOL. He had another client waiting, so he discreetly handed me his business card and said, 'Well, hey, if you and the hubby aren't doing anything this weekend, call my cell and maybe we can share a few beers'. What??? I was so excited and like HELL YEAH!!! Problem was, I still haven't had any time to talk to Sam these past few weeks and when I do, talking about how they are into nudism wasn't exactly on my mind. Ummmm.... so that'll happen tonight I guess. I can't say we are going for beers at my massage therapists house, and oh by the way, they are nudists. LOL - well yeah I can say that, but he might start to question if they have any other motives. Who knows. In any event, I was excited about the possibility of actually having adult fun time this weekend getting to be free.
So I hurried home and changed before my dentist appointment. I put on yoga pants because I didn't want to be cold while getting my teeth cleaned. That lead to a ton of other bouncing around and cleaning. I was still pretty hyped and reeling with excitement when I got to the dentists' office that I didn't realize they were getting ready to check my blood pressure before they worked on me. Uh oh. Well didn't that sucker read something like 170/122?? O-M-G!!! The assistant, who is really really nice (and patient), sat and chatted with me for awhile hoping to get it to come down. She tried three more times and the lowest we could get that lower number was 108. STILL a far cry from being normal. Ugh. So she couldn't work on me. And to top it off, they said they couldn't work on me at all until I had a clearance form from my doctor. *heavy sigh* Stupid blood pressure! It was only slightly elevated that morning before my massage appointment. Like 122/88.
So I went to the gym. Before I went into the gym, I called my doctor's office. They scheduled me for 2:30 that same day. Sweet luck!
I worked out, came home and had lunch. At my appointment, I mentioned to the doctor that I was considering having her raise my Losartan again because even after she raised it last time, I'm still only getting normal readings like 2-3 times a week. This just isn't good enough. But then we began talking about the Synthroid medication I haven't been taking because its just too complicated and I can't go without eating or drinking for so long every morning the way the pill requires. She suggest, of course, that I take it at night. I will. I will try. She then talked about instead of increasing my Losartan to switch to Losartan plus hydrochlorothiazide. Apparently this will reduce the swelling I feel in my fingers every time my blood pressure rises. Plus she didn't want to just bump me up because the next dosage up goes straight to 100mg. 25mg to 50mg to 100mg? I'm always amazed how scientists haven't figured out a way to make a dosage between dosages, but yet I get it. Ok - so let's switch my meds. Again.
Then she proceeded to give me a quick exam. She began feeling my throat and said 'hmph'. I know from experience, when a doctor says hmph you better ask what's up! I'm like 'what hmph??'. She said, well there's a nodule on the left side of your throat. It may not be anything, but we should schedule an ultrasound. Then she started talking about thyroid cancer and how, well,its only a small percent chance I have it and even then its still one of the most curable cancers out there. WHAT THE LIVING FUCK????? Why? I just started laughing. She's like, 'I know, I know...every time a doctor says its rare, YOU end up being that small percentage.' I'm still just kind of laughing shaking my head in disbelief. She says 'Are you ok?' I stopped and said 'You would think by now I should just expect this stuff, but it shocks me every time. But on the bright side, I also know that it is what it is and I can't change it no matter what the result is.' She just smiled and said she would get that ultrasound scheduled asap.
So my ultrasound is scheduled for next week.
I'm still looking forward to the possibility of tanning nude this weekend.
Hurricane Hermine is passing over us this very moment, so imagining sun and tanning naked isn't coming easy. But that's the light at the end of this week's tunnel.
And that's how a week gets weird.
11:42 a.m. - 2016-09-02
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