I’m sorry for my long absence but, as you can see, I time traveled back to the early 80s and took some gaudy neon pics… Hahahaa… Snapchat is fun when you’re bored and lying around, sick as a dog… Actually, I had the flu. That took several weeks to get rid of and then, just for shits and giggles, it left me with pleurisy, so I had to lay around and do nothing for a bit longer. There’s only so much sleeping and binge watching that one can do, you realize… I did have one activity to keep me busy (except when the aches were at their worst) but still, sometimes you just need a distraction. Snapchat had some fun filters I spent an afternoon fucking with. Oddly enough, my hair looked pretty similar to this when I was in high school (oh, I’m dating myself), but by then the neon was out. That was back when I was a young girl… Anyway, I turned myself into a blueberry, a clown pickle (I have no idea what the fuck that was about), a long haired cat with bows, an egg, Gru from Despicable Me… I really liked that one. I turned it on the television and started turning the actors into Gru. It was hilarious! Well… it was when I was sick and bored off my ass anyway… Who am I kidding? It’s still hilarious and one of the best filters!

Before I got the flu, I decided to pick up my abandoned needlepoint… I’d finished and framed two before this one and I have no idea why I just forgot this one. Life just got in the way, I guess. Something made me start working on it again and I was stitching like a crazy woman! I ended up. finishing it (and I had very little done to begin with) in the matter of a few weeks. The flu helped with that since I was just sitting around… I ordered two more before I finished which seems excessive, but needlepoint kits are hard to find anymore, so when I find ones I like, I buy them no matter what. This particular one is going in my kitchen as soon as I can straighten the canvas back out. As you can see, it’s very crooked just from working on it, having to fold the canvas to reach certain parts to stitch them comfortably… So when I manage to get it back in shape, I have a frame for it and a spot on my wall.

Other than that, I’ve just been playing the role of victim in he medical gaslighting game… I found myself at the ER twice in a week and a half to finally get them to not blow off the pain I was having as GI symptoms from the flu and run tests to discover it was pleurisy… I wouldn’t have been there if I thought it was normal gut pain, assholes… And I’m still playing this game with my doctor concerning my thyroid. I had an ultrasound done, which he called and hurriedly told me everything was fine because I had no nodules. Little did he know, the tech who did the test told me it was more uncommon to not have a nodule… Go figure that one, I’m a freak because I don’t have nodules… Anyway, the test results actually stated that the tissue was, essentially, an uneven thickness throughout on a mild scale (I had to look up what the term they used meant) and that usually indicates a mild autoimmune disorder like Hashimoto’s thyroiditis. Do you know, way back in June, I asked my doc and that fucking endocrinologist quack I went to if what was going on could be Hashimoto’s. because I’d done research on low T4 and normal TSH results and that was what it came up with. I have all the signs of it and have for a long time. My GP said possibly, the quack said no, I was fine. So… next month I have an appointment with a different endocrinologist that I hear is top notch. I hope she has some better news for me. I’m tired of feeling tired and shitty all the time.

And, much as I hate to show this… This is what has happened. It all started last February and, in a few short months, I packed on a ton of weight (something I’ve aways been very vain about), the hair I got cut at the end of June that normal grows like a weed has only grown maybe two inches since. Even my face and neck look fat and I’ve never had that before. And all I ever get is, “It’s fine, you’re fine, everything is fine”… Who are they kidding?!? Stop going by arbitrary numbers! People aren’t numbers! Everyone is different, everyone feels good at different sets of numbers! Go by the symptoms and how the patient is feeling! Seriously, when did doctors and nurses stop being doctors and nurses?! Even that weird pain I’ve been having… It’s still there and I’m not completely convinced it was solely from the pleurisy. I can say definitely that some of it was, yes. I’ve had it before and it hurts like a fuck. But something about this just doesn’t feel right… I know, I sound like a hypochondriac… It’s sometimes hard not to be when you were misdiagnosed, had an ovary blow up… Now I have to advocate so hard for myself it isn’t funny because I never want to relive that again.

Ugh, this entry was quite the downer, me doing nothing but bitching about everything… So here’s a leaf sheep to make up for the downer I set you off on. Isn’t it cute? Look up sea bunny, it’s just as adorable! Seriously, why can’t land slugs be as cute as slugs found in the ocean? Land slugs are just gross… If they were cute like these guys, I’m sure no one would mind them in their gardens.