Pink Waiting

I’ve got a decision to make about a 5mm spot in my right breast. I’m trying to not think about it (aka “worry”) until I talk to my doctor and get her opinion, but with it being October/Breast Cancer Awareness month, I’m having a really hard time. Everywhere you look you see pink. So every time my eye hits a pink ribbon or pink shirt, I think “breast cancer” and that leads me to my own personal issue. I know what the radiologist said, he’s pretty sure that it’s nothing to worry about and that’s what I’m taking away from this. But at the same time, as the radiologist kept saying, “It’s not 0% that it’s breast cancer.” Thanks, dude. I’m a little concerned that I haven’t heard yet from the doctor. They called on Wednesday to schedule the follow-up mammography that I had already done the day before. On Thursday the hospital called to schedule a biopsy that I hadn’t discussed with my doctor. So it’s been 6 days since my followup mammography and I’m ready to know what to do already.

 

Waiting sucks. It sucks more surrounded by pink.

This, that, and the other

This...I stopped with the Plexus. I just seemed to be so tired and depressed all the time. And, frankly, I didn't like having to keep putting stuff in my body (even though they claim it's all-natural...cuz I've never seen that pink stuff or those pills in nature). So we're back to the drawing board and I guess I need to do what I know to do and adjust my eating habits and exercise, dangit.

That...my mammogram was wonky. I'm actually not sure what to think. Trying to remember exactly what the radiologist's office said is giving me headaches. I think she said that they couldn't read the right side and though they saw something. But I may be projecting. All I know for sure is that I have to go back in today and that I have to stay until they can give me the results. If its just that the first tech didn't take a good enough image, then I'm going to be fried about having to pay $192. But if it is how I remember-ish the conversation and he wants to double-check and get other views...then I'm okay. $192 is a small price to pay for piece of mind.

Other...dangit my mouth seems to have gotten me in trouble again. Here's the background. I decide to take the CM to a corn maze. But I know from past experience that we won't get a lot of response from just the CM level, so I open it up as a family event (and also so that I'm not trying to keep up with a bunch of kids dropped off on me, family event means adults need to come too). But somehow the teens see it as a teen even and I'm dumped with about 25 of them. Fast forward to being at the maze and a bunch of the adults are sitting the refreshment tent. It's pretty big. There have to be at least 100 people sitting or standing inside that tent. A woman approaches our table and asks if we are with the group of teenager to the side, and we are, and then proceeds to tell us that some of them had been throwing corn in the maze and one of them hit her husband and almost hit her and her kids and when called on it, the response was, "So?" Well, this is my trip. I'm the one that put it together and I'm on the church staff so you would think that the parents would defer to me but no. My friend bellows out one of the kid's names. The entire tent goes silent and looks our way as my friend continues to bark out orders. I decide the better part of valor is to get my husband and the elder that came with us. Now you would think that once the pastor got involved that my friend would back down and let him handle it, but no. Things are continuing to be ugly and loud so I look to my friend's sister to help get my friend out of there and I get a shrug. The elder shows up at the scene and we tell him what's going on and he just takes control of the situation by physically removing my friend. So fast forward a bit. The elder and my husband have the boys in question to the side and are discussing things. No idea where my friend is. The rest of us are talking about how scary that could have been when I call out my friend's sister for not helping us get my friend out of the way. Fast forward again to that evening. Everyone is back and all kids have been picked up and we are finally home. I see in my newsfeed a status posted by my friend's sister that reads, "when people are talking about a sibling they better make sure that their sibling isn't nearby." Then I get a text from another friend saying that my friend's sister is talking about ME! Then I see a status from my friend to her sister saying "thanks for having my back." Now I'm a little baffled here. I knew my friend's sister was in the group. I spoke to her about not helping with the situation. If I had gone into inappropriate conversation about her sister, isn't the grown-up thing to do to say to the person, you are talking about my sister and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop? Instead you go to your sister and talk about ME? Isn't that a little hypocritical? Cuz when other people talk about my friend, I defend her. THAT'S what having someone's back is about! I mean, I thought I left high school behind about 20+ years ago. I can't believe that I'm having to deal with high school behavior from 40+ year old women!

I don't have the time, inclination or the energy to deal with it, but deal with it I must.

Getting squished

Got my mammogram today. Not because it's October-Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It just happened. :) But I got a pink compact mirror out of the deal. :) And squishy. The girls got their second Gardisil (HPV) vaccine...now I've got to make sure to schedule the last one in four months. I think it ended up taking two years to get Lorie all the way done. I'm such a schmuck.

Hot Potato took the day off and played with cars (all but the Equinox need work) and we got the doggies groomed. Boy does Lindy look nice. She's almost a decent looking dog now, poor thing. Now he's cleaning the doggie pee laden carpets in the living room and our bedroom. I did remember to weigh and measure this morning. Not wonderful, because I was expecting miracles. But good. One more week to go and then I have to figure out if I want to try another month of this stuff.

                   9/17 (start)    9/24        10/1            10/8          10/15 (end)       diff.
Weight     181.0 lbs      178.4         175.8          175.4                                  -5.6
Bust          37.5 in         37               37               36.5                                   -1
Chest        32 in            32               32                32                                       0
Waist        34.25           33.5           34                33                                     -1.25
Hips          44.5             43             44                 43                                      -1.5
Butt           47                46.5          46                 45                                      -2

Good heavens... 10 minutes...REALLY?!

Okay, so I made an appointment for the girls to get their second Gardisil shot over Fall Break but then something happened that is going to make it really hard to get the girls there (not gonna tell, it's a secret. Okay so I know no one actually reads this, but on the really, really small chance that someone should stumble across it, or remember that I have a blog and come over and read it, it would spoil everything and then I would feel BAD). Anyhow, so I've been putting off calling the doctor. Well, no, that's not true. I did call early last week but managed to get in the last 5 minutes of their hour and half lunch time. And then for the next few times I remembered that I needed to call, it was either 7:30 in the morning (too early) or that in that same hour and a half lunch time. I'm home today feeling yucky (again...stayed home yesterday and slept most of the day. Hate that I still feel like I need tons of sleep) and thought, Self! Made the stupid call already. So I traipsed out to the car to get my calendar and came back inside and made the call. As soon as the receptionist heard I wanted to change an appointment, I got put on hold. For 10 Minutes! Yes, I should have hung up after 5, well, maybe 3, but I'm that kind of person. I'd rather hang on for a freakishly long time and gripe about it then do the sensible thing. Gah. Anyhow, after 10 minutes I finally hung up and immediately called back. This time when I said I wanted to change an appointment, they changed it right then. I felt like asking if they needed to get to the person that was on hold waiting to change their appointment. But I didn't. Because that would have been petty. And stupid.

10 minutes...I'm still a little stunned about waiting that long. See what Marching Band practice going late Every Single Day does to a person? It makes waiting on the phone for 10 minutes seem like nothing! I'm scarred for life! Okay, no, I'm not. I just a weinie who whines. Great. I'm a whiney weinie. That's not happy. Shoot. I'd like to say I need to change that, but that would just be a lie. And being a lying whiney weinie? That would just about take the cake. Oooo, cake. I could go for a piece of cake.

Disappointment times 2

This week's Plexus Slim numbers come to you with a little disappointment. My weight continues to drop a bit...but it was down a half a pound more over the weekend. And I've put back on inches, which disappoints. Overall, I'm still down both in weight and inches which is good, but I seem to be see-sawing, which is bad.

                   9/17 (start)    9/24        10/1            10/8          10/15 (end)       diff.
Weight     181.0 lbs      178.4         175.8                                                     -5.2
Bust          37.5 in         37               37                                                           -.5
Chest        32 in            32               32                                                            0
Waist        34.25           33.5           34                                                          -.25
Hips          44.5             43             44                                                             -.5
Butt           47                46.5          46                                                             -1

My other level of disappointment comes from the fact that I finished my book. So sad. I've been re-reading Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series in anticipation of the next installment in the series' release in March 2014. But I didn't time it right and I've managed to finish all 7 with 6 months to spare. I have no idea how I managed to do that! Especially with the fact that I have gone weeks without reading because for some reason I <gasp> didn't feel like it. So now I'm stuck. Six Months To Go! I'm so very, very sad. I guess I could start over again ... but that seems a bit freakish to me. Well, more freakish than my normal freakish patterns.

What to do, what to do...