My Head. Still Aches.

Hi! I've come here to complain.

So the headaches have not gone away, despite my multiple doctor trips that have involved testing and prescription runs. My family doctor thought maybe it was my sinuses. This made sense to me because I do have a very persnickety set of them. I've struggled with my allergies all my life and living in the Land of Allergens has not helped. He prescribed some kind of steriod pack to reduce swelling or something (I was paying a lot of attention!) and sent me off to get a CT scan of said sinuses. He was pretty convinced I had a "sinus disease" which sounds way worse than a "sinus infection." Way to freak me out, dude.

So the test came and went without a hitch and he called me Monday to basically tell me that my sinuses are not really diseased or inflamed or infected or anything. My right sinus is angrier than my left...but that's it. Nothing else to explain the intolerable pressure in my head that I experience EVERY SINGLE DAY.

So my next stop on the tour o' doctors was the eye doctor today. I have been blessed with incredibly good vision and have always been extremely thankful that I don't have to worry about glasses or contacts. But I thought that maybe my eyes were weakening in my old age and the strain was hurting my head. (Side note: I kind of want to be an eye doctor now. I could totally blow air in people's eyes and then say "Better? Or worse?" over and over again. I hadn't been to the eye doctor since I was 6 or 7 and it was the same!) And to my (ridiculous, yes) disappointment, I have 20/15 vision. 20/15! My eyes are perfect! I don't need glasses at all! I have good, strong eye muscles (the only strong muscles I have, might I add) and no evidence of diseases or anything. Le sigh.

So we're back to the drawing board. I still have headaches. (I have one right now!) And it's not my sinuses or my eyes. My doctor doesn't think it's migraines, but maybe he's wrong. I really, really, really don't want to go back and get an MRI, but I also really, really, really don't want to get fired and divorced because the pressure in my head is making me really, really angry.

Anybody know anyone who can do brain exams on the cheap? I'll be a fantastic guinea pig!

Criss Angel makes me want to throw up in my mouth.

Rain, Rain....

Y'all, it has GOT to stop raining. The dogs are off their regular schedule and Alex and I can no longer handle cleaning up their messes. Murphy took care of "business" not once, but twice last night. I caught him in the act (ew!) in the kitchen last night after class. And then Alex and I headed down to the basement to zone out in front of the TV (OMG! Did you watch The Hills!? Brody and Lauren are SO going to date!), when the lovely smell of poop wafted up to our nostrils. Alex investigated, and low and behold, Murph dog had taken a dump RIGHT IN FRONT OF A FAN. So the smell was everywhere. Lovely.

And then today? Parsnip and Murphy took care of business on the living room floor. And when I got home from work? Murphy couldn't hold it until then because there was another "present" waiting for me in the living room. DOGS.

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I was going to post a picture of the dogs here, but we can't find them. Oh, Alex.

In other news that doesn't involve expelling of waste, I made a doctor's appointment for Thursday and an eye doctor's appointment for Monday. I figure that between the two of them, someone could fix my head. I'm looking forward to it. Although the thought of going through a day in which I don't get a mind-splitting headache and lash out at others just seems so blah, you know? What else will I have to look forward to? Being nice and cordial? Being effective at work again? Smiling at my husband? What kind of life will that be!?

Coming out

Well, much like my beloved Dumbledore, I have been outed. No, not as a homosexual, but as a blogger.

I thought (naively, I know) that taking my writings elsewhere, under a different URL and with a different name would keep me safe and protected. Not so. It came to my attention today that many people read this blog who I thought had no clue it existed. So....hi y'all! Welcome...officially.

I'm not sure why I'm so surprised. I'm a lurker at best and a stalker at worse. I know everyone's MySpace, Facebook, and blog. I can point you to references and pictures that reveal parts of their lives that normal people would miss, but not me! No sir, I read about others' lives and then discuss them with those that I love and talk to normally. I just always assumed that I was safe. I knew it was a possibility, but without proof, I was fine living in fantasy land.

But now, I have proof in black and white. People who I didn't invite to read this blog, read it. Weird. I'm not really upset. I post my thoughts on the internet, so they are open game. Which is why I've worked really hard to keep this little piece of real estate as passive-aggressive-and-name-calling-free as possible. Sometimes, I don't succeed, but I've made a conscious effort to be as jerk-free as possible when I write. Which is WAY less fun and probably why I haven't posted in 97 days.

So, yeah, how 'bout that? I've posted thoughts on the internet and people have read them. Crazy how that works.

I'm totally getting a new template now.

P.S. The presentation didn't go so well. I think I bombed. Even my professor looked bored.

P.P.S I think I might have migraines. Either that or it's a tumor, so I'm sincerely hoping it's the former.

Procrastination

I'd pretty much rather be doing anything other than working on this wretched powerpoint presentation for my class tomorrow night. This list includes, but is not limited to:

Washing every dirty and newly un-boxed dish in this house.

Eating Cheesecake Factory leftovers.

Cleaning the baseboards.

Sweeping.

Looking at people's wedding pictures online. (People that I barely know.)

Going to Best Buy. And Wal-Mart. And Meijer.

Eating more Cheesecake Factory leftovers.

Sending e-mails about said presentation.

Blogging about said presentation.

Watching "I Love New York 2."

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I really need to finish this blasted presentation. But the material is just so darn boring. I can't seem to rally myself to do it.

Also? My ex-boyfriend's MOM just sent me a friend request on myspace. That is just so weird to me. My initial thought is, "Go away, please." Is that mean? I hope not.

I have a headache. I need to turn the computer off and do something else. But I can't. Because of my STUPID presentation. Gah!

Best. Class. Ever.

Y'all! I just got out of Human Development and guess what we talked about?? Britney Spears! Seriously! She of the poor judgment and bad weave! We completely and totally analyzed her and EVERYTHING. I think I can die a fulfilled woman now. EEEEEE!