All good... for now.

Hiya! How was your weekend? Me? Oh, pretty good, thanks!

This past Monday, I went to the doctors to find out what all the pain was about. I got in at 3:45. She was running a bit behind so she didn't get to me until 4:30. She came into the exam room and felt around my abdomen. When she pushed, she made me cry. It hurt soooo much! She asked how I got there. I drove. She said she'll have an ambulance come for me to take me to the ER. She wasn't sure if it was my ovary, a lymph gland or my intestine but it was very swollen and needed attention. I had to get a catscan. I asked if I got a ride, could I go right in and not do the ambulance thing. She said if I got a ride from her office, yes. I called my mom and made arrangements. Got a friend to come over with the kids. I arrived at the ER and signed in at 5:15. Around 5:45, did the triage thing and then got some blood drawn. I was in pain but not screaming pain. I could sit still in one position and it was okay. They were full but not brimming. My mother was driving me nuts bitching about the nurses. Whatever, Mom, time to be quiet now. She said the girl right inside the door, that her job must be to talk with her friends on the phone and she wanted that job. Well, that was it. It was going to be awhile so she should go home and I'll call her. No sense in us both just sitting there. She didn't want to go but I kind of insisted about how silly it was to know we will be wasting a couple of hours doing nothing. She left, hallllafreakingluuuyahh! At 9:30, they came and got me to put me back in a room. Wanted to know if I was preggers. Uh, no. It's 'that' time and yeah, no, I'm very sure. The doc wasn't convinced so he had lab run that on my blood too. At 11:30, he came back and gave me the news. I wasn't pregnant. At 1 am, he came into the room and said I didn't seem like I was in too much pain and I can go. He gave me a prescription for vicadin and sent me on my way. My doc called my cell the next day and asked how I'm doing, did I need surgery. I told her and she flipped. Apparantly, my insurance doesn't cover diagnostic care. If I had been throwing up or feverish, then they would have done something. In the mean time, they think it's probably a cyst on my ovary.

Since then, I've learned that vicadin is pretty groovy. I only took it at night because I couldn't sleep with all of the pain. The pain has actually subsided and I feel pretty good. I guess they were right? I'm not sure what that means next month or next year or whenever, but for right now, I feel okay. I can still feel it but it's not stabbing pain and I can pick up stuff and change positions without bawling so, okay. I'll just be a time bomb and see what happens.

Anyway, Friday night, my best guy friend Tom came over and we watched TV with the kids. He's such a nice person. We've never had any kind of attraction for each other but we have a ton of fun. I wish he could find someone nice. Nice being the operative word. I swear he only gets bitches that want to take his money. He has his own business and does pretty good, he's handsome to a degree (he is like a brother so... I don't really see that much.) Everyone agrees he's got a nice bod. (Like a brother or not, the boys body is hot.) He's super super intelligent and quite a cynic. And incredibly shy. I think that's part of the trouble. The only women that he talks to are the ones that come on strong and can overcome his quietness. Seriously, the first 6 months we were friends, I wasn't sure if we were or not. He was pleasant enough to be around but he never talked. Now he never shuts up! Anyway, if you know anyone down to earth, let us know. :)

Saturday, the kids left to go with their pops and I went up to see The Hottie. He is remodeling his bathroom so he can sell the house. Long story on why, has to do with his kids and his ex taking him back for more child support. It sucks when you can't afford a regular home because you're paying so much in child support. Anyway, he is doing what he has to do to take care of the kids the best he can... including paying more child support. He was working on the bathroom all day and he was beat. He was sick of being in the house the whole time so I decided to take him out for a treat. We went to the Hotel Edison. Ever hear of it? The first commercial building ever to be wired with electricity by Thomas Edison. Beautiful building but the owners are blowing an opportunity. That aside, they have pretty good food and a nice little bar area. We called his friend, Randy, who used to play for PSU and then sat on the bench for the Steelers. Randy came out and met us with some woman he was on a second date with. We were having fun drinking and chatting it up. I went over to play Megatouch. Ever play that?? We call it the Crack Machine. It is truly addicting! I like to be in first place on a couple of the games. Anyway, while I was over there (about 12 or so feet away), Randy went to the bathroom. I heard his date say that she bets my guy is good in bed. He responded with- 'She likes me.' She said 'I bet she does. She's a lucky girl.' and he was like 'Yeah, she's great.' Ohhhhhhhhh boyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. WHO is this woman? She is a customer service manager at a local newspaper. She is around 48. She is, what I would call, a 'handsome' woman with her bleached out fried up manly hair cut. Too much makeup (can you say spider leg lashes?). Wrinkled boobage hanging out. And there I am with my hair down, hanging in my face, hardly any make up and a plain green v-neck sweater and jeans. I was down home country girl looking. I should have maybe done it up a bit. I didn't say a thing. Randy came back and I finished the game (1st place, gets you a bonus play) and we both joined back up. She was all smiles. Suhlut. I hope Randy asks me what I think of her.

The next day, I was helping The Hottie nail underlayment for the flooring. It was time for a break and I asked what he thought of Randys date. He said she is not Randys type. I asked why not and he said she is fake and all about the show. No substance. He said she is not the type he could trust or tell things to. Good boy. He asked me what I thought and I just said I can't see being her friend. I don't trust her. He said I have good instincts. Actually, I have good hearing.

If I see her again... what do I do? The Hottie is going to move in with Randy for awhile after he sells his house until he finds a 3 or 4 unit apartment building that he likes. Any suggestions?

Thanks for listening.
~Dawn