Ok, so I'd rather be knitting. Thrown for a loop? No? You're used to my crazy mood swings and going from craft to craft? Well, fine then. Piss off. I won't tell you what I'm knitting. Nope. Nuh uh. I'll just wait until I have some crochet to show you and you can suffer. I'll go make some hideous avacado green granny square thing with harvest gold fringe. And you'll like it.
So I went to the doctor yesterday and she said my emotional rollercoaster was due to the meds not building up in my system so we are on a higher dose now and also blood pressure meds for hypertension. Cuz, it would seem that 170/107 is not so much for the good. On a totally unrelated side note, eggs fried in bacon grease make the most kick ass sandwiches, ever. So we discussed my symptoms and she just kept harping on this whole blood pressure thing, y'all.
Me: So about the weird back pains..
Dr. Harpy: Oh that would be high blood pressure. See, your blood vessels are constricting so hard they're cramping the nerves in your back which is why it pulses with your (way too fast) heart beat and travels like it does.
Me: I think it may be a lasting result of when I hurt my back.
Dr. Harpy: Yep, definitely hypertension.
Me: Plus these flash headaches are really getting on my nerv...
Dr. Harpy: High blood pressure.
Me: *glare* So yeah it's a good thing that we'll be upping the dosage on the Prozac and...
Dr. Harpy: Yep! And putting you on blood pressure medication. Just until you get the stress under control.
Me: I am still going to Taco Bell for lunch after this. I am NOT getting a salad.
Dr: Harpy: You really are a stubborn pain in the ass. You're every doctor's nightmare.
Me: Hee!
See? Abuse! My doctor actually called me a pain in the ass! Ok yeah, it's true but hey! Professionalism maybe? Perhaps I just drive people to new heights of irritation......naaaah.
So anyway, I learned a new lesson. Don't give your mom your IM information. Just, don't. Cuz it's not so much that she chats with me. I love that. My mom is awesome and funny. It's that what would have been an appropriate phone call at home later, becomes a bad idea through IM at work. Like telling me that my oldest brother and his wife are splitting up after Christmas. Appropriate to call me at home and let me know this. Not so much at work where I can't exactly scream "WHAT????" at my computer screen at work. They look at you funny and make you take a break.
So yeah, I'm pissed at that situation. Granted any woman that can live with my brothers for more than 5 minutes deserves a medal of some sort, but damn. I don't get it. Plus, I am halfway through a pink afghan for this woman. Pink!!! Did I mention it had pink in it? Remember this?
What the hell am I gonna do with it? I hate citrus colors and pink. Luckily my best girl Pam in Houston has a daughter (Hi Jess!!!) who loves pink. A new home! Oh wait, Pam don't show this to Jess. Suprise, 'member? K. But you can tell her Hi for me. Ok moving on.So anyway, yeah I have a full on rant about the impending break up of my brother's marriage and none of it favorable and dear sweet wooly Jesus she actualy said The Spark was gone!!! The Spark, people! Oh, I'm sorry, honeymoon is over and real life set in and guess what marriage is HARD!! It takes an ass load of work and dedication and you have to search for that damn spark sometimes. It can be an elusive sonofabitch. Grr!
I will deal with my anger later after I drive to California and slap the snot out of someone and scream in their faces until I foam at the mouth and spittle flies everywhere. Until then, I started knitting a scarf last night for my mom and damn, do I love it and hate that I have to give it away. The yarn is a shiny, sparkley charcoal grey that was my grandmother's and my mom fell in love with it. Mom just bought a new black leather coat so this yarn will look oh so spiffy with it. The pattern I chose can be found here and it's awesome. It's fun and engaging with it's little twists, repetitive enough to be relaxing but not boring. Also, I am knitting it on grandma's size 8 needles that are a very nice scarf knitting 8 inches long. This is what I'd rather be working on right now. I want to knit. *twitch*
7 comments:
I have an idea.
Ready?
You know how you're whining and stuff about the smoking and the cutting back?
And how you want to knit on the shiney scarf?
Tell coworkers you're going out for a smoke break, but really sneak out to the car and knit a couple of rows on the scarf.
Yay! Fun! And so much better for you too!
*laugh*
I had to do it, ok?
Happy Friday.
What a pretty scarf pattern! Can you post what it is, or no? Also, I have been lurking quite awhile. Hang on with those meds! How good will it feel to feel level and in control? Ask me. It feels good. My brother was diagnosed with MS, and I am so glued to your blog.... good luck with all, and happy knitting!
Damn, knit huh? Wow, what is this world coming to? Hang in there cutie! Hugs to you!
Wow . . . is the desire to knit also a side-effect of your meds? ;)
I'm glad you're getting it all straightened out, even if your doctor calls you names . . .
I'm glad to see you're back, and that you're knitting! I love that your doctor called you that, it must mean that he trusts you and respects you. Sounds kind of weird, but if he didn't, he'd never have the balls to say that to a patient/
Come on - you know that you need a doctor to be a stuborn and straight forward as you are. Man, that's gotta be a lot of work. (tee hee) Good luck with the new meds; I hope they kick in soon and make it easier for you to deal.
The scarf is pretty, as are the crocheted squares. Heck... at least you have crochet/knitting to keep you (relatively) sane.
Pretty scarf, I like it! Sorry about your brother, though. That's never an easy thing. :(
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