As this surgery gets closer new fears begin to creep into my mind.
Some of them logical, most of them not.
This newest one though, yeah, it has me thinking.
Monthly Archives: March 2012
The 11 day cleaning spree
You sure did read that heading right. 11 day cleaning spree. Why? Because that is what I do when I get nervous. I clean.
And oh boy am I nervous.
An amazing ice cream and chocolate store
I’ve lived in the Pittsburgh area my entire life and I have never stopped at this place. Not until recently. I did mention it in passing in a blog months ago, but I finally got a chance to visit.
All I have to say is, Oh. My. GOD!
A great, suspensful, horror movie
I’m not super into horror movies, but there are some that I like. There is one in particular that always freaks me out no matter how many times I see it.
Lets see how well you know your movies…if you know this line then you’ll know which movie I’m talking about.
“A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.”
Surgery isn’t just surgery anymore…
Being an adult and getting surgery is no easy feat. It’s not just go to the hospital and get sliced into.
You actually have things you have to do before hand.
A lot of things.
Sometimes you just need a friendly neurosurgeon
Today was appointment day. I met with my neurosurgeon, Dr. Friedlander, at UPMC Presbyterian hospital. He’s going to be the man who will manhandle my brain. And I couldn’t have asked for a nicer, more awesome doc to do it. If you need brain surgery…go see Dr. Friedlander.
Hurry and wait.
So, has everyone gotten over the shock from yesterdays little bombshell?
I still haven’t. Not sure I ever will.
Well, after I spilled the beans, it was as though mini chaos insued.
Sometimes you’re sicker than you think
Starting today all you fine folks are going on a journey with me. I won’t always post about it, but I’ll be devoting a lot of time to it.
What is it?
Well, it turns out I’m not as healthy as I thought I was.
I cheated
I did the unthinkable yesterday. I couldn’t help it. Haven’t you ever had one of those days where you were like, why? What’s the point of being good? I just want to be BAD! Or you need it.
Like me. Yesterday. Oh I needed it. I craved it so bad that I just went and took it.
And I didn’t feel bad either.
I’m an addict
So I went to the doctor a few days ago. The third time in just as many months. I swear I’m going to be sending that womans kids through college with how much I visit her.
As I’ve said in other posts I’m taking Zoloft for my depression. It’s helping, but for quite some time now I’ve been having these horrible migraines. Painful, painful migraines.
Well doc decided she wants me to cut back on caffeine. WAY back…and to go have blood work done and an MRI.
