Impossible . . . impossible

[shalanna]

I spent the ENTIRE DAY today trying to . . . um . . . well, you know those five lab tests that the doctor ordered that weren't blood tests but were . . . um . . . [TMI]

POOP TESTS

I am not making this up. They gave me three white "margarine containers" like the "I can't believe it's not butter" (ahem) containers and four vials. Then I was supposed to . . . well, you fill in the blanks. WITHOUT placing the prize elsewhere, but directly there. Impossible! Impossible!

Well, just barely possible. Problem was, I started on Nexium to reduce stomach acid when I went to the doctor on Tuesday morning, and that corrected the "too much too often" trouble. So today . . . it wasn't as simple as one might imagine. Please DON'T imagine it.

*sigh*

Finally, just before the lab closed at five, I got there with all but one vial "done." At home we couldn't get the top off this vial (it had reagent already in it, stuff that said it was poisonous and carcinogenic and DON'T GET IT ON YOU), so I finally just went there and asked them to open it. The techs couldn't get it open, either. They decided the machine that makes the things had stuck the top on too tightly. So they found another of those vials (they're apparently a SET) and let me deal with that test separately. The other tests went in today.

But I'm pretty much well, except I do have some soreness and pain around my belly button. It's like a pinching, or a stabbing pain now and then. That is a lot better than it was.

The doctor actually kept saying, "It's stress. The job situation, the conflict between your husband and your mom, and all that . . . it's stress. Or maybe it's the five Metformin--reduce that back to three and see if it helps. And here's Nexium." He didn't seem worried. I'm still concerned, of course, but I'm better.

As far as stress, though--hubby has been pulled back off of his "new" assignment to do a last-ditch effort for this other project. There's a possible government contract in it, they say. I have stopped listening to them. I think the guys in charge of that are on a manic phase and need to get some Lithium or something. Aren't government contracts getting pulled back? *sigh*

But I'm not going to think about it. If he has to work for the [insert hated political party here] as a bootlicker, I won't say a word. Not a single word!

Comments

[dennismhavens.livejournal.com]

You couldn't believe it wasn't butter, and, by George, you were right!
Thinking good and comforting thoughts for you.

[shalanna.livejournal.com]

It DEFINITELY wasn't butter . . . you know, I need a vial of "Scr*witol," the legendary drug of cartoon fame. But I am too much of a control freak to take Valium or Paxil the way the doctor thinks I should. He's into docile and easily controlled people, just the way my family is. I don't dare let them have their way, though. I like being a thorn. (But I could handle NOT having a tummyache! Did not even get to eat 3 vats of cotton candy to get it!)

[afraclose.livejournal.com]

Yikes! I've been rotten about keeping up lately, but I hope you find out a way to settle your bod down, whether it's stress or something else.

*huggles* Best of luck!

[shalanna.livejournal.com]

Thank you! This morning hubby and I both had stomachaches and felt as if we'd picked up a bug of some kind. I just slumped around the house until about an hour ago. Finally feel a little better. I think the Nexium cure may be tough on my stomach--and almost worse than the disease! *grin*

We need some closure on which job he is to have, I think, and/or an "I don't care" pill for me. The doctor wanted the "don't care" pill, but I hear that they destroy creativity as well. If only the legendary "Scr*witol" really existed *grin*!

[klingonguy.livejournal.com]

I've never believed it was butter. I'm just sayin'...

[shalanna.livejournal.com]

In this case . . . IT ABSOLUTELY WASN'T!!