9:44 a.m. - 2004-11-21
There's a dream in here, somewhere
So we got our Vonage phone and I think we love it. We don't use the phone that often, so there's only so much love we can give it, but who doesn't love saving money?
I was dinking around on phonespell.org to see if our new phone numbers spell anything cool. One of them spells "hub-0-bile". Isn't that interesting?
And Darren's cellphone has the word MUSIC in it, which is so fitting, because he's all about music. Remember that show, Beat the Geeks, on Comedy Central? Darren so totally could have replaced the Music Geek.
As another interesting sidenote, the Movie Geek went to my high school. He graduated before I got there, which makes me younger than someone finally, but not much else.
Next week is a holiday week. Time to give thanks, eat turkey, behave, and spend time with your family.
Except if you work for my company. That extra day off just gets in their way, so they're tacking on 10 hours of mandatory overtime...just in case I was thinking about enjoying an extra day off.
So now, instead of enjoying a nice, relaxing, 3-day weekend, I'm going to be forced to take off Thursday and I'll be working on what would normally be my scheduled days off.
So if you see me next week, and there are laser beams of intense, seething hatred shooting out of my eyes, and you get singed, I'm sorry.
This weekend has been a whirligig of appointments.
The gyno went well, and because I'm a horribly irresponsible vagina-owner who doesn't go in for her yearly checkups like she should, I found that the birth-control industry has progressed in leaps and bounds since the last time I was there.
The gynecologist was a really sweet and funny lady who totally put me at ease. Since I said that I don't ever want to have kids, like, ever (I think I was clear enough about that, but she still asked if I was sure), she recommended an IUD that would take professional installation.
Guh.
Instead, I decided to try the Nuvaring first, since it's not The Pill (and would therefore not be subject to the malabsorption issues that weight loss surgery patients have) and since it lasts for 3 weeks in a row (hello, not taking another pill everyday!).
And the gynecologist was pregnant, and when I started asking questions about the ring, she answered them by saying, "I didn't notice ___,"
Which made my eyes go wide and look at her belly, which is like 7 months out there. But she laughed and said that she stopped using the ring 6 months before she got pregnant.
Because you NEVER get a birth control prescription from a pregnant doctor.
On Friday, I also had my one-year checkup for my weight loss surgery. Everything's hunkydory in that department, thank goodness. My surgeon's going to be speaking at our support group meeting on 12/3, so I'm excited about that. He was impressed with my progress, and says I'm doing great.
Yay, me!
Yesterday, both Darren and I had eye exams. It's on my insurance, so why not?
Turns out I still have a bit of farsightedness, but also now a tiny smidge of astigmatism. Neither of these keeps me from having 20/20 vision, though.
I'm getting a pair of glasses that I can wear to keep my eyes from getting tired on bad days. The Dr was uber-nice, and he explained a lot of stuff to me.
He also mentioned that he doesn't really like rollercoasters a lot. I wasn't surprised.
Anyway, I had a pair of glasses from before, but they actually hurt my eyes more to wear them than they did to not wear them, no matter how tired I was. I told this to the uber-nice Dr, and he said that this time I'll be getting a nice, mild prescription that can either be used all the time or just some of the time, depending on how I feel.
Darren got to ask about Lasik surgery, but was told that his eyesight will continue to deteriorate even if he got the surgery, so he'd end up having to wear glasses anyway after a few years. We ended up picking out a nice pair of lightweight glasses for him instead. They're sexi. :)
That's about it, except for the snippets of the dream I can remember:
I had to walk to Las Vegas, and I didn't know anyone in town, so I just walked around for two whole days and nights just looking at everything.
When I left, I had a cardboard box on wheels. I was running behind it, pushing it, wishing I could sit on top of it and just roll. At one point I tried to sit on top of it, but it was an old box and it collapsed. I had to stop and flatten out all the creases so that the box would stand up again because it was now too short to run behind (but too heavy to carry).
Eventually I got to a field where there were several scientist-type people in lab coats. There was a woman who was in charge of a research project involving a large structure (building? nuclear reactor?) in the middle of the field. The structure exploded, and giant pieces of it fell all around me and the scientists. The woman in charge was so upset about this that she threw up.
I went to get a glass of water for her. There was concern about the water being contaminated by the explosion, like it was Chernobyl or something, but the faucet I used had a Brita filter on it, so everything was okay.
A young woman in her early 20's showed up in the group. We had to transfer to another field, another structure, and I was showing the new girl where to go. She started making fun of deaf people, so I warned her to watch what she said around the other researchers because a lot of them were either deaf or had family members who were deaf. After that, as I was showing her where to go to get to the new field, she started pretending to be blind (she closed her eyes and started running into things).
I got really annoyed by this and started telling her a little bit late when obstacles were coming up (*trip* "there's a step there"). The next thing I knew, her head was shaved bald for some reason. She was still closing her eyes and pretending to be blind.
That's when Packet got up on the bed and started chatting at me. I let myself sleep in later than usual today, and she didn't appreciate that a bit.
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