Update of the Day: So, after going months at this job with almost no issues with being here on time, I’ve had a rougher time of it lately. I resolved to fix that after being 40 minutes late one day (when I lost my phone, which was shut off, jammed between my bed and the wall), and I’ve been experimenting with some different alarm schedules. Yesterday didn’t go so well. This morning was going better, I was probably going to be at work right on target (3ish or so minutes “early”), though I could still have gotten up and moving 5 or 10 minutes quicker. Then, as I was scrambling eggs in the microwave for breakfast – something I’ve done lots of times before with no issues – there was this loud popping sound emanating from said device. It startled me, of course scared Baby into bolting into another room and into hiding (just as I’d given her a little bitty bit of half and half), and as I yanked open the microwave, I discovered what had happened: an eggsplosion. The roughly 3/4 done scrambled eggs had popped somehow, and small little bits of soft eggy fragments were all over the inside of the microwave. Not wanting to leave this as it was (and wanting to finish cooking the portion of eggs that remained in the container, so I could actually eat them), I spent probably 10 minutes cleaning up the inside of the damn microwave (which was nigh spotless before) so I wouldn’t have little stone-hard bits of crisped egg baking onto the interior. So, I went from on-target, to walking in 4 minutes late . . . to an admonishment about slipping on that lately and instruction to fix it waiting for me.
Still no ketones in my urine this morning. Irritating.
Went back to see Dr. Doctor this afternoon. Waited for an hour and ten bloody minutes, and finally poked my head out of the room’s door to ask them if they’d forgotten about me, when finally she came in to see me and talk to me. One of my hormone levels came back low on my bloodwork. So that gets to get treated. I was offered two options – come in every 3 weeks for a shot, which would result in big spikes and then falling levels of said hormone, or a gel that’s rubbed into the skin (and I guess permeates it and get into the bloodstream, like patches?) applied daily. Opting for the latter, which the doctor thinks is the better option of the two (though more expensive) I’m going to get that filled tonight and get to start this treatment tomorrow morning. Yet another thing I need to budget time in the morning for.
Oh yes, and she set me appointments for seeing both an Opthamologist and a Dermatologist. I “possibly” have Rosacea, and I “possibly” have schleritis, but she’s worried about the way the redness on my skin is and how only the outer portion of my left eye seems inflamed, and listed an autoimmune condition in the tissue on my face as a possibility. Probably not, but maybe. Now, being someone who has watched every single episode of House broadcast, a little part of my mind started to freak out at the word “autoimmune.” Lovely. All of these office visits, and probable prescriptions to go along with, will of course cost me more chunks of money.
Link of the Day: Worst. Ninja. Ever.
Spam of the Day: “Forearm Forklift – Your Solution to Heavy Lifting”
Funny of the Day: Bringing the “A” Game
Quote of the Day: “Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.” – Arnold Schwarzenegger