Crusie’s Faking It–one of her best.
DTMFA? 
what does that mean?
I did some minor yard stuff and planned tomorrow out. I now need to go get #1 son for some odd reason (he had to make up a test, but I don’t recall him missing school, so it’s rubber hose and bright light time for him).
I am in a funk of a day. Tried to nap but the cursed cat woke me. I may make kitty fritters one day soon.
Congrats to ems and Mr. ems! May you both enjoy a happy, prosperous life!
**Haze, ** hugs to you.
I went clear to freakin’ Seattle today to see the endocrinologist about the nodules on my thyroid. Turns out there are five of them and three are kind of large. Some feel “cystic” and some feel “solid”. :rolleyes: Results? Freakin’ NONE!
The doc wants me to get an ultrasound needle biopsy on four of them. The problem is the procedure must be approved first and I won’t know for a couple of days if it’ll be approved. If it’s approved, then they’ll go ahead and schedule it.
The good news is that there is an 80 percent chance they are all benign. If benign, then they’ll want to do a follow-up ultrasound in a year. However, if the samples turn out to be cancerous then I have to have my thyroid removed. If the samples turn out to be atypical then they want to remove half of my thyroid, with removal of the other half if the final biopsy after surgery shows cancer. If the samples turn out to be “inadequate” they want another biopsy.
BLUF (bottom line up front), I still don’t know shit about what’s going on and I’m sick of it.
Additionally, when he came back in after checking the computer for something, the doc said I presented a sort of logistical problem because of the multiplicity of the nodules. Yeah…greeeaaaaaat. That’s me, always a logistical nightmare when it comes to healthcare issues.
He also told me no one ever dies from thyroid cancer. If they die from cancer, it’s some other kind. This is supposed to make me feel better?!
Arggh! I’m just frustrated. I’m really trying hard not get wrapped around the axle here, but I gotta tell you, it’s hard not to worry just a little. The line of thinking just five years ago was that multiple nodules meant the chance of cancer was slim; now, they’ve reversed that line of thought.
Anyway, I’d appreciate good thoughts and hope that they approve this biopsy by ultrasound. I hope this isn’t going to cost me because I really just don’t have any extra money right now. The cost of my health insurance continues to climb, but my benefits seem to steadily erode.
My husband went with me today, so that made me feel a little better. After the doctor appointment, we drove down to Pike Place Market and wandered around. We bought some hand made cheese while we were there and ate some breakfast.
Tonight is work out night. I don’t really feel like it, but it needs to be done.
DTMFA = Dump The Mother F*cker Already. Coined by the ever-witty, oh-so-politically-incorrect, antidote-to-Dear-Abby known as Dan Savage. His column is the first thing I read in our alternative weekly… and only when I’m done can I move on to the more “important” stuff like news and concert listings. 
{{taters}}
Home time. I think. It looks like I’m stuck taking the bus home tonight, since my carpool buddy thinks she’ll be stuck here late (which in her world means 8pm or so).
I think they take a special class in med school–How To Be a Dick 101. When I went to the dermatologist and had it confirmed that I have vitiligo, he said to me, “well, it’s a good thing you’re so fair skinned. If I were you, I’d bleach the rest of your body to match.”
Gosh, I feel so much better now, doc.
Sorry to hear about your neck troubles. IIWY, I’d be tempted to tell them to just take the whole damned thing out now and be done with it.
Off to finish the Paper.
:smack: I read Dan Savage but not regularly.
Two down, three to go.
Taters, my thyroid has plenty of nodules too, some quite large; I had a fine needle biopsy back in August. It was no biggie and the diagnosis was Hashimotos–I have Kaiser Permanente and I did have to pay $50 for the procedure, since it was done in a hospital (this is the Federal HIB), but everything else was covered. I’d been taking thyroid meds for a while anyway, so my levels had been messed up. Glad to know it was Hashimotos. Thyroid cancer is almost completely curable, what they give you (I forget what it is exactly, sorry!) only thyroid tissue absorbs it and it kills the cancer there. Then you just have to take thyroid meds. Hope this makes you feel a bit better.
Rigs, grocery store dude’s ponytail was down to his waist, eh?! My oh my, a hippie throwback!
No more news about my brother, so I’m hoping that no news is good news … still keeping him in my prayers, of course.
For some reason, I crave some brownies … 
Herbs, other than some difficulty and pain swallowing, I didn’t seem to have any symptoms of thyroid problems. I’m not on any meds, and I know thyroid cancer is curable. The good news is that I wouldn’t have to have radiation or chemo; although I might have to have some type of oral chemo. Frankly, I’m the worst when it comes to taking meds or any types of pills.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone out and bought vitamins with the idea that I’d start taking them, and then I end up throwing them out because I just plain old forget to do it.
Seeing as how cancer seems to be running rampant in my family, the comment about “other” types of cancer just hit me wrong, is all.
I think my main worry/frustration might be losing the thyroid and having my metabolism screwed up eve more. I know I’d be on meds, but all the same, I’m not thrilled about possible weight gain. I’ve been working so hard to take the weight off. I know many people lose their thyroids and don’t seem to have issues with weight gain, but there are others who do.
I’ve fought being overweight since I’ve been in my teens. While I’ve managed to keep it under control for periods of time, there have been other times when I gained way too much and had to fight long and hard to get back down to an acceptable weight.
As far as coverage issues go, I’m a federal employee, but I belong to an HMO. The procedure would be done at a “specialty” center, not a hospital. At least that’s where I have to schedule it.
Mainly, I just want this to be done and over. I’m all about moving on to the next step, whatever it is. I just hate being in limbo.
I haven’t told anyone in my family about this, other than my father. My mother and MIL both have some big health issues going on, so I don’t want to tell them anything until I have something definitive to say. They both have enough on their plates. Besides, my mother tends to be all dramatic and stuff and I just don’t want to deal with that.
I’m sure I’ll be fine, it’s just the waiting to find out what’s next part that is annoying. It’s easier to deal with something when you know what it is, you know what I mean?
No, down to his ass. And it is very tidy and kept neat with about 6 ponytail holders all the way down. He looks vaguely Russian to me–very pale skin, hawk-like nose and piercing blue eyes, light brown hair. He works with this other guy who is deaf and mentally challenged. This guy is about 4 ft 5, so the 2 of them together are a sight. The short guy is kinda mean (or just clueless), but tall guy makes up for it. He did a price check on my gnocchi this morning.
I’m old enough to be his mother or older sister and I don’t have the hots for him; he just looks like he’d be a nice friend.
Word is open. I’m awaiting inspiration.
:: hugs for Taters :: Hope you get news soon. Keep us posted.
And thanks for the hugs, everyone. This afternoon consisted of us exchanging a flurry of emails; me being frustrated and snappy, him being confused and self-depreciating. Too little, too late, sez I. He said he’d call me after work. Gah.
taxi, my parents are the same way. Actually, a lot of my friends are as well. They think everyone on the Internet must be a cousin of Hannibal Lecter.
Don’t wanna do work. Thank God one of my schools ends their semester this week. Glory Hallelujah.
Okay, what you do is you get yourself a nice hefty board. Then you get a long rusty nail and pound it all the way through the board so the pointy end is coming out the other side. Then you find That Guy and beat him about the head and shoulders with the board, making sure he gets lots of punctures from the rusty nail. Then you kick him in the balls and run off giggling.
Reasons why Spaz is single #344
Spaz, don’t worry, I was having the same thoughts as you and I’m married!
Seriously Haze, the selfish bastard just decided he wants you because you’re not going to be available anymore. Too little, too late…
Today, I spent the most I have ever spent on a hunk, or more specifically, a trunkle of cheese. I foolishly (well the hubby did) paid $38.50 for it. It’s some kind of handmade cheddar that was voted best in the nation in 2007. It is definitely good. It’s a bit strong in flavor, so I’m thinking a good Cabernet Sauvignon would go nicely with it. We also got a 1/4 pound of some very good goat feta and a 1/4 pound of pecan-orange feta. Both are extremely tasty as well. All in all, we spent $50.00 bucks on CHEESE. Somebody whack me upside the head.
I’m still not really feeling the urge to work out. I’m not even having the guilt feelings I would normally have for feeling this way. Frankly, I’m tired. I actually fell asleep for a bit sitting right here in my computer chair. I never do that.
On the other hand, you are able to keep others amused with descriptions of this behavior… 
Hugs for Haze and florrie.
I want brownies, too. Anyone know why?
It sounds like you’ve been working out a lot, Taters and I’m sure the thyroid stress is tiring, too; I say you’ve earned an evening off.
My mother would curl up in a ball with worry and anguish if she knew I regularly interact with people who used to be total strangers online. Also, I have met many of these strangers in real life. It appears that I’m acquainted with some very nice nerf axe murderers. I don’t use my real name on any public site, but that’s mostly because of work. I’m sure someone who has read every single post I’ve made would recognize me if they also knew me in real life, but it would probably take quite a bit of time and work.
I know I’ve forgotten several comments, but I need to get some stuff done in the garden…
Back later…
GT
Gosh, that didn’t help a bit–lucky for us all I’m a good piece of land removed from this kid because I have no such scruples regarding age-inappropriate relationships and that boy sounds like fun… wipes brow and chin
Yeah, I’m a dirty old lady–anybody wanna make something of it? Huh?
Argh, OS installs are a PITA! I’ve done the install, the endless driver installs (not ONE unknown device in Device Manager–I ROCK!) and now I’m waiting for a second partition to format before installing Office and hitting MicroSlave for the updates, which oughta take about a month. :rolleyes:
Dammit! Looks like I’ve got to work out. I was really hoping our friend would decide he didn’t want to go, but alas, that’s not the case.
Oh well, it’s good for me…right?
:: shakes pompoms for Taters ::
Spaz, that does sound effective. At the very least he’d get tetanus.
He called, but we didn’t talk long - I can’t communicate normally over the phone. We decided to talk Friday, but after he hung up I decided I’d send him an email - I always find it easier to articulate myself via writing. He’d asked me what he needed to do to get me to stay and I wrote in my email that nothing short of marrying me would do that this point (which is true, realistically speaking - not that I want to marry him :dubious: , but that’s the only way I COULD stay in the country). He sent a reply saying how the reality of me leaving hadn’t struck him til Sunday afternoon - which I can believe, actually, because we actually did have a really nice weekend together. But what is the point of stirring up all my emotional turmoil when there’s nothing either of us can do about it? At least he admitted he’s screwed everything up because of his cowardice.
He is such a child sometimes. GAH.
Had BBBob’s chicken and it was good.
OK photobucket is being a bi-atch! :mad:
Won’t let me upload - there is no tab to do it PLUS our internet connection at work is being weird :mad:
Photos maybe tomorrow?
Evenin’ Y’all! I am hereby granting slackness to all who need it. Just cause.
{{{Taters}}}
{{{Haze}}}
{{{General All Purpose Hug For Whoever Needs/Wants It}}}
Ok, that’s about all I got.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
I send orthopedists into orgasmic ecstacy just by walking into their clinics, Taters, so I know how much it can sometimes suck to be a medical outlier. {{{{{Taters}}}}}
Work’s almost over. Today was uneventful, except that I’ve hit one of those “I screw up everything I touch” patches. I don’t think I really do, but I feel like I do. ARRRRGH.
We went out for Hakka food for dinner. 'twas good. This means we now have TWO good local Chinese places to order from, depending on whether our mood is Cantonese or Hakka. Huzzah says I.
The Boy is trying to speak sweet nothings to me in French, in his endearing anglo fashion. Apparently, I have very nice horses… errr… hair.
Spaz, I am designating you as my personal breakup advice consultant. I hope to never need your services, but I am sure that they will be exactly what I need should the unthinkable happen.
Taters, you are not allowed to feel guilty about having $50 of cheese. This would prevent you from enjoying such cheese, and what is the point of buying ridiculously expensive small-batch handmade rare Cheddar if you’re not going to enjoy it? I think a fig compote will bring out the flavour much more nicely than a side of guilt will.
See now, I read this and all I thought was “Damn! I wish I had fifty dollars to spend on cheese.” I have total cheese envy of you right now.
Aww, {{{{{{{{Haze}}}}}}}}. You absolutely must continue being a MMPer from Korea, young lady. Cause we love you unconditionally.
Taters, I had to wait nearly three weeks for the results of my biopsy! The endocrinologist was on vacation!