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July 31, 2005

What?

My ear problems continue. I had a CT Scan on Friday to find out more about what's going on. I'm off for another week (with no sick time left) and the pain seems worse today. *sigh*

At least :bane: finally gave me an updated stats to play with. *hugs stats* I love it! I've also entered the album art, artist art AND lyrics for all of my music on the MP3 Playlist that :bane: created. I've been a busy little bee in pain. :p

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Posted by Diva at 12:08 PM | Comments (2)

July 28, 2005

You Know The Drill

So I had my MRI, which was a nightmare. I didn't know I was claustrophobic until they tried to squish me into this tube. I freaked, the WONDERFUL tech pulled me out and sat with me while I cried. I called my doctor who said I HAD to do it and prescribed me Aviton (a derivative of Valium). I went in six hours later and my doctor emailed me the next day: "You have a bad, deep otitis externa AND mastoiditis. Make a follow-up appointment with the Head and Neck surgeon." I freaked. I can't even see him until Friday at 7:30am. Right now I'm just nervous about what is going to happen.

To all my friends: Thank you so much for the wonderful support you have given me and for understanding my flakiness. Hopefully this will be over soon (crosses fingers) and I can get back to some sort of a normal life.

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July 24, 2005

Paging Dr. Clooney

I wish... I spent Saturday in the Emergency Room, after not being able to lie down. I couldn't put any pressure on my head without shooting pain. I kept expecting to see a rod pierced through my skull when I looked in the mirror. The doctor did the usual examination, then walked passed me and yanked my ear. I almost jumped out of my chair. I yelped in pain and looked back at him. He had a slight grin on his face. Bastard. He explained afterwards that he needed to do that so that he would know what kind of infection he was dealing with. No pain meant inner ear. Oh Dear G-d no that hurts pain meant outer. He told me this while standing a safe distance away. Smart move. Six years of medical school and he uses slapstick to diagnose me.

As I was leaving he mentions that I may have MRSA. Back the surgical scrubs up... That is the kind of thing that hospitals dread. He said not to worry, that it's the OTHER kind of MRSA. Oh great, I may have the poor cousin of a health problem. He couldn't diagnose me without cultures, so I'm going to wait to speak with my doctor before completely losing what's left of my self control.

To the person who emailed me with a suggestion: Thank you so much. That was very kind of you. :)

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Posted by Diva at 07:25 PM | Comments (5)

July 22, 2005

Now I Know What Van Gogh Felt Like

The ear infection is getting worse. Last night I called my doctor crying, begging for him to either cut off my ear or give me pain meds. He opted for the pain meds. At this point I wish he'd just cut the damn thing off. No matter WHAT I do it hurts. Now I know why kids scream when they get ear infections. Anyway, I'm off to curl into a ball and pray for sleep.

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July 21, 2005

Queue Nelly Song

I hate the heat. Seriously, I loathe it. It's so fucking hot here, and we don't have any air conditioning. We've got fans at all the windows and a big fan that we move from the den into the bedroom when we sleep. I don't care HOW high using an AC makes the electric bill go. I'd pay it just to sleep through the night and not have to drag the fan around.

"At night you can hear her bitching and moaning, scuffing her feet and scraping the fan against the ground. The room gets really warm and suddenly she appears, shrieking "I WANT YOUR FAN!"

I could happen...

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July 20, 2005

I'm Dying... Okay, Maybe Not.

But I'm feeling really shitty. My ear infection went into my sinus. Now the left side of my face aches. To top it off I went to see an ENT and he wants me to get a CT Scan. Bah!

I want to call into to work so badly, but with both bosses out it's going to be insane. One more reason to want to call in sick. :P I never thought I'd be happy to see the boss back.

Okay, I'm done now. *munches on chocolate*

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July 18, 2005

PMSing to the Max

I didn't eat the apple. Hell, I don't even like apples unless I have peanut Butter to smear on them. Why do I have to suffer for what ONE ditzy broad did? Man can denounce G-d, destroy the earth, start wars and eat hoofed animals. Some chick eats fruit and I have to deal with cramping and mood swings that may get me committed one day. Evolution my ass... This shit was premeditated.

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Posted by Diva at 06:22 AM | Comments (1)

July 16, 2005

The Bright Side of Life Aint Always That Bright

I've got a great boyfriend who I love and want to spend the rest of my life with. I've got a great group of friends that are never too busy to lend an ear. My job is much better and I've got all the comforts to make it a nice life to live in. So why am I sitting here feeling like something's wrong? I guess it's because I know what I COULD be doing with my life. No matter what I say, it always boils down to me making some changes that I'm not ready to make. I need to lose weight (who doesn't). But my back is fucked up from my knee and walking short distances locks it up. That brings me to my relationship. We don't do much. Part of it is that I can't do any walking. Then the finances come into play. :jake:'s job isn't going to become permanent, so we only have until December. Meanwhile he's still trying to become enrolled in school. I'm worried that he won't be able to afford books and whatnot, so I don't want to ask for more money on bills. He has been paying for some more, which helps me a great deal. My online life... well, it's changed a lot. I look at my forum now and wonder if it's ever going to pick up. It may need seem like an important aspect, but it's been a huge part of my life for the past four years.

Nothing too severe, just all the little things adding up and me not changing anything. The little things can get pretty big if you don't tend to them. I'm sitting here in the dark and wondering where to begin. Wondering WHEN I will begin.

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July 13, 2005

But... But.... I LIKE Eminem!

Last night I dreamt about work. I also dreamt about a rap video that talked shit about Eminem. I hate when I can't remember the complete dream. This morning the bits and pieces I did remember left me saying "WTF!?!"

I have been working like a dog at my job. I feel like I'm at 50mph and about to hit a brick wall. Luckily it will be over soon. When my boss goes on vacation I'll have a week and a half of rest... which means I can catch up on two months of work that hasn't been done.

Yesterday we talked and she gave me some big news about our place. I can't say anything because she hasn't told the rest (sorry guys). She also told me not to let anyone take shit from me. "When you are talking to them it's like I'm talking to them." It's hard to imagine me as a tiny philipino chick but okay... She has caused me grief over the years that I've been there, but for the most part she's been the best boss I've had. She's very protective of her staff and finds ways to prove our worth. Hell, she kept us from being laid off. She's much easier to deal with now that she has the job she deserves and sees that I am I harder worker than she thought. That being said... I can't wait to get a breather! I don't care how nice your boss is, it's always nice when they aren't around. :)

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July 11, 2005

Crankiness 101

I have been uber cranky lately. I'm exhausted and just don't want to chit chat much. I can't wait for my boss to go on vacation (come on Thursday!) so I can have a breather. Lately my boss has been adding onto my duties, not thinking about the fact that I have yet to finish the big project due before she leaves. *sigh* Today she said that I was going to be rewarded for all of my hard work. I just barked. It was either that or say, "biteme"... I'll believe it when I see it.

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July 07, 2005

If Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates...

....How come I always end up with the funky cherry cough syrup ones?

I have rammed my elbow on the side of my desk so hard that that I saw white light. I have stubbed my toe at 3AM on a solid oak dresser. I made up cuss words it hurt so bad. But when I knocked a fresh cup of coffee off my desk onto the floor, you would of thought someone had died. That's when I realized how dependent I was on coffee. Not that I plan on cutting back. But it was like the life in me was slowly dripping away.

We all have our addictions". I don't smoke, I've never tried any drugs and I only drink on occasion. But I love my coffee. I live for that first and second cup in the morning. People don't even talk to me until they peek in my office and see the bottom of my mug. I had one friend walk in and see my cup was full... her eyes got big and she slowly backed out of the office. You could almost hear her thoughts... "No sudden movements. Look casual. She can detect fear..." Smart girl. She'll live a long life.

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July 06, 2005

The REAL Paris Hilton... If There Is Such a Thing

A few weeks ago I posted about the Paris Hilton ad that had just come out. I saw the spoof and couldn't resist posting it. For those who haven't seen the actual ad, here's the REAL Paris Hilton ad.

I was going to post sooner, but there has been some major problems with Moveable Type lately and they're still working on it. Thanks to :bane: I can post. Anyway, enjoy!

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July 01, 2005

She Likes Me! She Really Likes Me!

My boss, that is. She's been sick with pneumonia the last couple of days and I've been taking over the duties. She called me yesterday to give me an update and I started talking about what I had done. She stopped me and said, "Odessa? I just wanted to thank you for all that you've been doing. You've been working very hard and I appreciate it. I don't know what I would have done without you." I was floored. She's not the kind of person to give out compliments. It made me feel so much better. Right now I'm doing the work of five people while they 'get comfortable' with the new system. My boss told their supervisor to that it's going to stop come July. In reality I will still have to clean the database, but that's half the work. It's really nice to know that she appreciates my work. Either that or the fever's made her delirious...

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