[mood : impatient]

Well, put my app in a bunch of places and now I’m into the worst part: waiting. =P

Like Sally said on her blog, I dropped by Fed-Ex in person to inquire about the job. They’re apparently looking for mainly students, but they’re offering tuition assistance plus other benefits. Now just to see if I get it. Not too sure I will, given how damned nice it sounds. The other job from Monster.com that I inquired about still hasn’t gotten back to me.

As usual, I suck at waiting. I want a job now, as in right now - this very minute. Gimme! lol Thank God for WTF Comics to help keep my mind off it =D

To pass the time, I’m dumping all sorts of work into my dictionary. Still have to work out the menu a bit more, though. I’m really tempted to make a LJ community for it, see if that won’t scare up some more activity. I added a few dozen more gaming definitions and hope to get back to more anime defs soon.

Well, I’m feeling smart right now =) I was just trying to put some latches on the cupboard doors under the kitchen sink. Since I have to predrill some holes for these before I can put the screws in, I opted for the lazy method of using a small nail and a tack hammer. Well, I was squatting while I did this, but thanks to martial arts, I’m usually not too terribly clumsy.

Not today! XD

As I was pulling the nail out when I lost my balance, fell over, and rammed the bridge of my nose into the edge of the cupboard. Lots of cursing and a cold, wet rag later, I’m okay. Except for the short, little cut across the bridge of my nose.

So yeah, I feel like a prize winning idiot. Feel free to laugh, I am!! *grins sheepishly*

Well, finally spoke with my doctor about the tests the pathologist performed and well…. nothing.

No, I’m serious. Nothing. As in what they found. They have no idea what caused my lymph nodes to swell up like balloons. The one they removed from my neck was over an inch in diameter - which is ridiculously huge given how tiny they normally are. Great news - and a huge relief for me but things just don’t happen “just because.” That’s one of the stupidest answers invented by man, in my opinion.

Blah =)

Stepping away from my health for a moment, I popped in to check my dictionary’s visitor stats. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry! It’s nearly overtaken the main Lunaescence site in hits for this month. As of 6:30pm EST, the dictionary had received over 600 individual visitors with over 50 of them bookmarking the site, and that’s just for this month so far. XD For a website I nearly deleted in response to the plagerists, it’s doing rather well.

Anyway, I have those horrid bandages off my neck now. Instead I have a slightly itchy neck with a deep, 2 inch wide scabbed incision. And the phesants rejoiced - as Sharra would say. =)

Thanks Theresa, Tiffy, and Kasey! *HUGS* Thanks a bunch for the card, Trelithe!!

The first test came back this morning: I don’t have cancer. =D But, they’re still performing tests to determine what I do have.

So that’s good news =)

Yes, yes… I live =) I have this huge bandage on the side of my neck I’m just itching (litterly) to get rid of, but otherwise I’m fine.

I’m not taking any more Vicodin if I can help it…. I don’t mind feeling a little pain and I can do without the dizziness, lightheadedness, and how damned drowsy it makes me.

I never want to go back to Metropolitan Hospitol or any related clinics. Good Lord…. they were so unprepared and disorganized it wasn’t funny. First the nurses couldn’t find a vein in my left arm to stick the IV in, so I told them the veins were slightly larger and more visible in my right. Ignored. Took two nurses to skewer my large vein in my left wrist several times over. At first they first claimed (in a loud whisper to each other) they’d never seen a vein “run” like mine did, then they claimed out loud to me that vein is always hard to get. Hmm…kay.

So, they finally tried the veins on the back of my right hand. *sigh* Skewered again, but they finally got the IV in.

So, rising and painful goose egg on my left wrist and a huge bruise on the back of my right hand. Batting 100 so far.

So, then I have questions as the nurses take my blood off for various tests. I’m going to have to talk to my doctor, so I ask him when he shows up. Nope, not him. So I ask the Anesiologist’s nurse. No, I still have to talk to that doctor when he shows up. I ask him and - wow, I was supposed to ask my doctor.

So, I’m about to go into the OR and my several minute blood test isn’t back yet. We wait. No, another 10 minutes.

So, it’s into the OR and then wait. Nope, still not done yet. They load me onto the table and prepare to knock me out. Nope, the tests still aren’t back yet so they begin without the bloodtests.

I wake up at close to 1pm and the recovery room nurses are total idiots. Arrg. I’m awake, ok? Send me home, goddamnit. No, my stomach is fine. In pain? Hello, you shot me full of narcotic painkillers! On a pain scale of 1-10 I’m an annoyed -1. No, I do NOT want any pop. Water. No, I said I wanted WATER. Not ice chips, WATER.

As they wheeled me back into my partition, Mom took one look at me and started laying out my clothes. lol She wanted to laugh, I know she did. =) She even admitted she did, but she had to survive the ride home with me. “Do not put a grouchy assassin in the shotgun position or behind you with a garrot if you expect to live.” is her words now that I’m in a better frame of mine.

Anyway, never again with Metropolitan Hospitol. Thank you very much; I’d rather wait for any future proceedures until there’s an opening in St. Mary’s Hospitol.

But yeah, I’m grouchy and have a good case of opticalrectalitis (family joke meaning “Shitty outlook on life”), but I’m alive.

*GLOMPS* and much love to everyone =)