Today has been insanely busy. Hello? Does anyone around here realize it�s Friday? We�re not supposed to work on this very special day. I think I need to write my congressman about this. Work on Fridays, vote no!
Did I mention, I�m a big boob about needles? I know for a fact that I wouldn't make a good junkie. Putting a needle in my arm voluntarily? I don't think so. So, I feel awful because every time I go to a blood drive I have an awful panic attack and I think I�m going to die. I�m feeling twice the guilt now because a blood transfusion once saved my seven-year-old life and I can�t bring myself to give blood.
My doctor ordered labs for me over a month ago. When I had my appointment with him last week he mentioned that he hadn�t received any labs back.
�Er, uh..that�s because I never had them done,� I confessed meekly.
Do them or else is basically what he implied.
So, big boob or not, I went last weekend and had my tests done for my thyroid. I was okay until she poked me..I felt my face growing hot. I lived.
I�m scared of the results. Am I fat because I have no metabolism or because I just can�t say no to soda? I like peanut butter pie too, but I hardly ever had it. I don�t eat chips, or donuts or most of things that other people eat in moderation. I don�t eat everything in the fridge. I move around a lot. I�m very physical and I suspect that because of my activeness that underneath this fat is a bodacious body of muscle.
I just left my doctor a message because the suspense is killing me. Just tell me what�s wrong already. Gosh, I just need to know.
Patience is a virtue but it�s not one of mine.
Well, I�ve been drinking diet soda for a week. I�m already losing weight. Isn�t that nuts? I have one medium regular soda in the a.m. to get me going and then everything else, which is usually two, is diet. That way, I don�t feel like I�m missing out on anything. Yeah, it might take me a little longer to lose the weight, but I�m trying to be smart here. Have I mentioned that I think diet soda is from hell? I guess I have to make some concessions so that I can prevent my butt from being wide enough to earn it�s own zip code. The sacrifices I make. Sigh.
My daughter and I had another spat yesterday. It�s exhausting but I am not going to give in to her. Or, she�ll have learned nothing and will think she can just aggravate me until she gets what she wants. I know she�s trying to assert her independance from me, but how do I tell her it�s fruitless? I�m not England and she�s not America. This is not a democracy. You do what I say. Yes, I�ll be here to listen to you, but in the end, it is I, your mother (who is a Goddess) who makes the rules and decisions up in this joint.
So, get to steppin� because momma isn�t gonna change her mind!
12:57 p.m. - Friday, Nov. 07, 2003
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