The color of infinity inside an empty glass

Sorry if I disappeared off the radar. The last four days have been a bit of a blur of trying to get better and relative inactivity. Just trying to recover.

The checkup with the surgeon is.. in a little less than an hour. I expect he'll clear me for work, at the least (which I have very mixed feelings about. I've been bored at home, definitely, but the idea of going back to work and trying to deal with all the stress and work is, honestly, a bit scary. But.. I also recognize that putting that off won't really help either.)

I am hoping he'll clear me for more, such as dance lessons, if I think I can handle them.

Not much else to say. We watched the Inauguration on TV yesterday, but not the parade. Instead, we watched the talking heads for a bit and then turned it off to play Boom Blox on the Wii (Me, K and a couple of friendly people) and then Guitar Hero World Tour. Before we knew it, it was 9:00, I was pooped and it was time to go home.

So...

If the doctor clears me, I'll go right to work, and might peak in, if I can. If not, well.. then not.

EDIT: I'm cleared. For work. For dance. For everything. I need to use my common sense and if I hurt, don't DO that. And I need to slowly ramp up towards eating fatty food or FACE THE CONSEQUENCES, but I'm relatively whole and very on the mend.

Another Doctor's Visit, another possible suggestion of what's going on.

This time, during the visit, I was having an attack. My front lower side was KILLING me, nasty crampy pains.

In any case, the doctor's feeling pretty sure that it's my Gall Bladder, that my Gall Bladder isn't operating the way it's supposed to. What this means is... if they're right (and I have to take two tests, a sonogram to make sure the structure of the gall bladder is alright and there's no stones) and then another test later (after the first one shows no signs of damage inside) to see if it's functioning right.

If it isn't, if the doctor is right.. then I need surgery. I'll need my Gall Bladder removed. Because these attacks will probably keep coming.

So.. that's the poop.

Luckily, I have plenty of Sick Time. Nearly 200 hours worth. :p And I got the Doctors' Note, no problem. I'll just need to fax it.

Actual New Years Eve was pretty decent. Last year, K and I spent the night playing Civ IV. This year (OK, last year), we spent it playing Animal Crossing and Mario Galaxy for the Wii. Twas good.

On the night of the 1st, however, my back pain came back. I've had a couple of flare-ups. I tried calling the doctor I worked with a couple weeks back, but all I got was his receptionist, however she apparently talked to him late Friday, cause I was told to make another appointment to try to see him soon.

Last night, I had another flare-up. A bad one. Kinda like how I felt back when the doctor thought it was a kidney stone (the one he can't find, so it's probably not that.)

Going to try to make a doctor's appointment soon as the place opens today.

On top of that, with at least a happy ending, was the Ballad of K's tire. Last week, K drove to the metro station (sounds like it was Wednesday, the 31st, but I'm not sure.) She parks her car and goes to work, comes back, pulls out.. and hears the pop and tinkle of her car going over a glass bottle that WASN'T there when she pulled in. She was afeared of the damage, but it didn't seem bad yet. Saturday, we drove to the Metro again, headed to Georgetown and I can only assume the act of driving did the tire in because when we came back, we had a flat.

LUCKILY, K had a donut. So we put the donut on and drove home. K called around and found a Firestone about 20 minutes away, so we planned to drive there yesterday, but she got into the car and the donut, which we hadn't used in five years had deflated. Lovely. So.. she called AAA to tow her (but they just reinfalted the tire instead), GOT the car to firestone, replaced the tire and drove home. End of Story.

Not much else to say. I'll let you know about the whole doctor appointment when it's over (since I know some of you care and stuff.)

Son of Edit: Well.. I have a Doctor's Appointment. For next Monday at 8:15. I asked to leave a message with the doctor to see if someone else could maybe see the case, but.. I dunno. :/ Wednesday at 3:30. That'll do.

Food Poisoning.

Do you know what I think I have, after a rather... descriptive night (it feels like someone has my stomach in the grip of their hand and is SQUEEZING. Especially around the bottom of the stomach.)

I am never eating at Firehouse Subs again. Ever. :p
ESPECIALLY the one at Kingstowne...