What I Learned this Weekend

• I don't have acute pancreatitis
• I don't have gall stones
• Morphine doesn't kill the pain, it just dulls it
• Beaumont has a really nice ER
• Not eating or drinking for a few days really sucks - and takes a long time to recover from
• Listen to your body when its pissed off - only good things can come from it
• I am a pretty lucky girl

2 Sides of Comfort

1) Today was my first adventure at the 36th District. I was found not responsible, meaning my officer didn't have the proper paperwork and cannot re-issue the ticket. I don't owe anything. It pays to be nice and to hold your composure in front of officers. The other person who was also found not responsible was pulled over in the same location for the same offense by the same officer.

To those who drive in or thru the New Center - beware of the corner of Woodward and Baltimore. He's watching.

2) Encouraging news from the medical front. It should be no surprise that I have a tendency to freak out about things I really don't need to worry about. But scary news is scary news and I had to get it checked out. Health insurance is taken out of my checks, might as well use it. This is good information to have in mind though and all I have to do is continue to take care of myself. Check back in a few years, I'll let you know how I'm doing.

Right up my alley

This is a real conversation that happened earlier today that I couldn't add in my last post because I was still too upset to really see the humor in it:

Dr: Do you exercise?

Me: Yes, I do actually.

Dr: You need to exercise.

Me: um, what? But I do exercise.

That left me even more dumbfounded than I already am about being in this whole situation. Hey, at least some of its funny. And actually, when I processed what she had just said I just imagined House and didn't even worry about trying to be a smartass back. Sad I know, but anything helped getting me through the moment.

Doctors

I strongly dislike them. Or at least mine. But amid crisis I figured it'd be best to stay with one that has my records. That was my own stupid mistake. Why do they think they can just leave you more confused than you were when you walked in? I thought these jerks were supposed to care about their patients. Health care really is all about the money. Bastards. Times like this I wish I knew a doctor who I know would and could trust to give me an honest, straight-up answers and solutions - not just pawn me off on someone else I won't be able to understand.

What the hell is wrong with this world anyway?

It's No Fun

I've been a depressed wreck since finding out some rather devestating news about five hours ago. And while this is only the first answer, it still leaves me in a whirl of questions and concerns about myself, those around me and my future. And to make it even better, I've come home to an empty house. Part of me doesn't care what tomorrow is, where anyone is in the world, I just want to collapse and cry in his arms. I justify that bit of selfishness with the other part of me knowing that this very well could be self-inflicted and that it is great that he is recognizing the significance of tomorrow now that part of his family is half a world away. It's just overwhelming to deal with alone at the moment of discovery. So - good luck to me on this one.

Worth the Visit

I've been using up some vacation the past few days and all of a sudden we turned cool. Go check this out NOW!

It will be worth it - I promise. If for no other reason than because Verlander is the man. And my Tiger. So there. Go spend your money in my museum. It's my job to take care of you.

Happy Birthday!

The Pearl turned one today. Only 20,992 miles young. I remember the silly grin I had on my face as soon as I got it - today, that grin is back. Such a proud parent. :P

Seminars that actually provide information that can be used in the workplace are brillant. I'm excited to start shaping up both the way I do things and the way my employees do things. Yay organization!

Tigers games on days off are the absolute best time. And by the way, sunscreen doesn't work as well as it's supposed too.

I've thoroughly enjoyed these past few days off. Totally rejunivated my spirit. I'm excited to go back to work and kick some ass. I refuse to let the daily grind discourage me anymore - I'm damn to lucky to be in the position I am in.

I just looked at my calendar and realized that the weekend of the Lundington camp-out is the same weekend my museum re-opens with new exhibits after being closed for two weeks. :( Ruh-roh. Better get those days in and make a case for skipping the festivites that weekend.

A bit of cheer

In a world where everyday brings more bad news, why not share some good things going on?

Verlander pitched a no-hitter last night. I wish I could have seen more of the game, but hey, soccer is pretty kick ass too. First time since 1984 -- Bless you, Boys!

Emails from brothers in Iraq are reassuring to say the least.

Three days away from the office couldn't have come at a better time. I love being home in the middle of day.

I had half a mind just to leave my last blog post as my last blog ever, just for fun, but turns out that I couldn't do it without giving credit where credit is due. So needless to say, I have just about the coolest brother in the world.

Phone conversations with friends who don't talk often enough are great things, but makes me kind of sad that we don't get to see eachother more, despite living on opposite ends of the country.

Oh yeah, and Deloreans are awesome. Even more awesome is seeing one at the place where my whole life changed. And while I know that makes me a dork, it makes such a cool dork.

I have the memory...

...of a retarded duck