Tuesday, February 03, 2004

Well, uh, that was fun...

I had my intravenous pyelogram yesterday. The test wasn't all that bad, but I really had a hard time with the prep stuff. You know, the blast-your-guts-out saline solution gunk. I've had to take it before to prep for surgery, but for some reason, it made me really ill with nausea this time, not to mention it didn't start working until it was time to go to bed. I was up all night either so nauseated I couldn't sleep or presiding over the World of Musical Stink on my shiny white throne.

And all of that would have been okay...

except for the fact that when you take that stuff that makes you go, go, go, there's nothing to make it stop, stop, stop...until you are just empty. Apparently, I'm quite full of shit, which I admit I have been told before. I think the anxiety of exploding during the test was worse than the test. The only bad part of the actual test was trouble with the IV insertion. Apparently my veins decided to go AWOL. I've had IVs before and these (it tooks tries on both hands) were by far the most painful. Usually I don't flinch at needles. I was probably too dehydrated or something. I still feel crappy today from having my electrolytes sizzled and rearranged.

Janet Jackson's boob? Whatever. She has an album coming up. What a coincidence. Oh, the scandal. I couldn't care less. I thought it was a classless fiasco, but hey, it worked...she is the talk of the music industry this week.

The only show I make sure I get to see? My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance. Oh yes. Randi is being such a good sport, but her family is the most self-centered bunch of people I've ever seen. Even though it's a joke, their only concern is how they feel about her "fiance." Can you say "enmeshed?" Boundaries are good things people--she's a grown-up. Now, his family? Too entertaining in such a bad, bad way. It's going to be a culture clash extraordinare next week.

I dropped a bunch of stitches on Kyoto and have to rip three rows of seed stitch. Bugger. That's what I get for knitting on the toilet. No more dehydrated knitting.



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