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As per request to David’s blog post I took some time to log some of the places I’ve been and will be going. I can’t wait to get off this continent. :p

It doesn’t seem like I blog about anything positive, does it?  I guess it is just easier for me. XD

A long time ago I made an appointment for the annual womanly exam.  May I emphasis a long time ago?  It was made around February for May since I it would necessary since someone at the clinic obviously cannot count.  A little back history before this gets confusing.  I have to go to the local health clinic since they help out students without insurance.  They just so happened to help me out with birth control to help regulate my angry uterus during those lovely times of the month.  For me, it just didn’t want to do its thing when it needed to.  Unfortunate for me they were really weird about how they wanted to dispense them to me.  But I finally went home with the 12 that I needed for the year, or so I thought.

So when it came time in February to make the appointment for June I wanted to make sure I had enough to not freak out before then.  Good thing I did cause it turned out that I missing one.  Ok, no big, I’ll just explain it to the person I do the appointment with.  Easier said than done.  Our conversation kinda when like this:

girl: “Good afternoon, how may I help you?”

me: “Hi, I need to make an appointment for a pap smear.”

girl:  *scoff*  “Can you please hold?”

me: “Uhh, sure.”

*silence for 7 minutes*

I hang up and try again.

Different lady: “Midlakes.”

me:  “I’d like to make an appointment for a pap smear.”

lady: *scoff* “Please hold.”

*lots of rustling ensues*

*more rustling*

lady: *scoff* “Date of birth?”

I’m not kidding with the scoffing.  I think every person there is trained to do that.  The rest of the call consisted of me trying to explain to her why I couldn’t go in June because I needed to get a pack for June at that time.  What part of I only have enough pill until the end of May is so hard to understand?  Maybe if she hadn’t been so rude I wouldn’t be upset but the actual visit was worse.

This place is notorious for keeping people waiting for more than 2 hours, so I knew what to expect.  I wasn’t worried about waiting for free anything.  It wasn’t until almost 2 1/3 hours later when people were being called that came in after me that I started to get a little angry.  When the nurse finally called my name she started yelling at me why I didn’t say anything to them.  Yeah, cause it’s my fault the scoffing secretaries misplaced my file.  She even said that they weren’t going to see me but that the doctor thought it would be ok since they made me wait that long.

So we sit in a little room for her to ask me a bunch of questions, some that I won’t repeat, and I mention that I had my period.  The look on her face was priceless.  She looked disgusted.  You would think being a herself and working as the assistant to the only gyno there she would be a little more mature about it. She got to asking about my family history, like all the diabetes and stuff like that. I only know of my mothers side of the family and I know that only my grandparents have the listed on her sheet.  She asks about my mother and father.  Well I don’t know jack crap about my father and my mother passed when I was pretty young.  So then she digs into the reason as to why she died.  “Did she die of natural causes?”  “Well, no, she died of a drug allergy.”  So people would leave it at that, but she was insisting it was something else like heart failure or something.  Come on lady, I was only 11.  I only know what I was told.  She asks about depression in my family, I told her my mother had it.  “Well maybe that’s why she died”  was her only response to that.  It really took everything I had in me not to rip her throat out.  The rest of my visit there was not pleasant after that.

I don’t know why I never said anything back to that old hag.  I think all my efforts on not bursting out crying prevented me from doing so.

it honestly took another hour after that to have the gyno tell me we’d have to do it another day cause she didn’t have time and that I could start anything my little heart desired.  Well I didn’t get a choice and have to start this scary looking thing that looks straight out of the 70’s.  Hopefully my angry uterus will make my life a little bit happier.

The past ten days have been…  blargh.  Cappuccino’s glucose levels have not budged and I feel like it’s all my fault.  Let me explain; since his skin is so thin it’s very easy, apparently, to pass the needle through to the other side and he won’t get the insulin he very much needs.  The vet even shaved his collar area so I would get a better idea.  He offically looks like a picasso painting.

Life has also been blargh in the house hunting front.  It seems like ANYTHING and EVERYTHING has gone wrong.  When David and I started to look we found this Realtor through Remax.  He showed us the town home we wanted to see and he asked how much we wanted to go for, so we told him.  That is where everything seemed to go downhill.  To me he seemed like a sleazy car salesman; he butters you up to make you think he care, when all he really cared was to get a sale in fast and it didn’t matter how run down the place is.

We went to go see about 5 places with him and each one gradually started to get closer and closer to being condemned.  The last place had feces and pee on the carpet.  At the time I had absolutely no sense of smell since I was sick.  The first step in there I felt like I wanted to vomit.  The Realtor had the nerve to say it might be the pipes, that could be fixed.  There were hammer marks on all the door.  His excuse was that it was a foreclosure and that we could start fresh with new doors.

David and I just about had it with all the crap that was going on with the Realtor that we’ve just about gave up.  It wasn’t until I started working at the doctors office when I met Staci Wolff.  She works as a technician at the doctors office, but works full-time as a Realtor.  She’s honestly has been my savior angel in this whole process. I’ve noticed that she’s always giving her all that she does for everyone and not just us.

We all went to go see a couple of condos with her and David finally fell in love with a place.  Usually it’s me be going ape shit over a place but he really wants this place.  The best part is: it’s do-able!  With our budget?  WOW. lol.

Now, this runs into another problem: the lender.  Since the beginning we’ve been trying to get something with Fifth Third Bank.  When I mean try I mean, we’ve made appointment only to have the rep’s not show up.  We finally made an appointment on Saturday and did the whole process.  The man told us that everything will be ready by Tuesday, but if our Realtor wanted to get the pre-approval quicker to make on offer he would do it.  So she did on Monday and left a message.  Tuesday came and went; no answer.  David called yesterday; nothing.  I called today, so did he and so did Staci; nothing.  I guess this man just fell off the face of the earth with all of our info.  Great.

As I’m sitting at the office, working on some files, Staci comes up to me and asks me what the hell is up with this man.  “I’d like to know too.”  Lol  *pause*  (Something slowly starts to boil in my stomach).

At this point I fell like crying since I’ve had a really crumby week (a doctor’s visit from hell that will be my next post) and this just added to the crumbiness.  She whips out a paper from my stash and writes down another lenders name.  She’s got a really good feeling about him and I really don’t want to doubt her good feelings.  So now I have to look for all the info I need without drawing attention from my parents…  What? huh?

Oh man..  This is going to be one hell of a ride.

Lets see where should I begin? This weekend was my cousins 21st birthday celebration. Just like with my birthday, my uncle had his friend arrange a VIP section for us at a club in the city. The only difference was David and I had to be at my cousin’s house at a certain time so that we could go with him, my his elder brother, and his best friend in a limo.

The whole day was planned: I was to go to work come back around 3, take a shower, do my hair and makeup carefully and then get our way out there to wait for the limo. Of course thing don’t ever work that way.

Work was pretty uneventful but long. I left a little before 3 and when arrived home my grandfather was drying off the dogs since he gave them a bath. I played with the puppies for a little while and then headed inside. When I went in I saw my grandmother at the top of the stairs trying to thread a needle but having a lot of trouble. We talked about how our days went and I attempted the needle threading. I asked what she was going to sew; what she told me made my heart drop to my feet. "Your grandfather accidentally cut Cappuccino and he’s going to sew him up."

I can’t really remember much of what really happened. I remember being really upset with with my grandfather since I’ve told him many times before about why he shouldn’t go near the pets with scissors (since he’s cut the dogs before but nothing too bad). I also remember crying really bad when i saw how bad it really was.

My kitty’s doctor wasn’t in the office so I had no choice but to take him the animal emergency room nearby. I had no idea there was a such thing in the area and I’m glad to know now. He was seen after an hour wait and we were told that he would be cleaned and stapled in less than half an hour. It was a relief for me and David (who met me at the emergency room) knowing that he would be alright. 15 minutes later the doctor attending to Cappuccino came in to tell us that as she was trying to put in the staples she noticed that the numbing wasn’t working for him, the cut was actually jagged, and that his skin was really thin due to a suspicion that he has something else wrong with him. Her suspicion was renal failure or feline diabetes.

For a while I’ve had my suspicion about him being sick, so I made an appointment for all of them to see the vet. Diabetes I could deal with since he can live through it, renal failure not so much. So of course I’m sitting in the room bawling my eyes out when the nurse leaves to print up all the things they need to do to help Cappuccino. They have to first warm him up because his temperature was 94 degrees (normal for cats is 101) before they can sedate him, run blood work on him to figure out why his skin is so thin, and then if they find out why they can operate on him. When it came time to sign all the papers there was one asking to do CPR if he went into cardiac arrest and the doctor told me this was essential for him because of his age and condition and I started to cry even harder. He’s my baby, I really didn’t want to know that he might die during a simple procedure because he is so sick.

I felt like it was my fault he was so sick and now I have to leave him in a strange place all on his own while I will go party it up in the city. The only reassurance I had was knowing that they would call me if anything were to happen. One of the nurses told me no news is good news. I wanted to tell her to shut the fuck up.

I did get a call at my cousins’ house. They called me to tell me that Cappuccino was indeed a diabetic. He has a lot of glucose in his blood and urine. They did get his temperature up and they would be operating on him soon. She also told me that he was a sweetheart and was lazing around under the heater they put him in. I still couldn’t have fun the whole night which made me into a really crabby person.

In the morning I called up the hospital and they told me they started his insulin and he was doing really well. As soon as we got there the doctor told us what to do and that he’s a really goofy cat. Apparently, he was the only cat there that was remotely nice to them and would sleep half-way off his bed because of his being sedated.

His stitches seem to be doing well right now. The only thing I have to do now is make sure he gets all of his medicine on time and that I’m doing his insulin the right way.

I apologize for the super long post! lol

Yippee! Lake County has a new yarn shop in Grayslake that is just the best to go to. I went there a couple of days weeks ago to check it out after seeing it on Ravelry a month ago.  It’s quite cute.  Very modern and open.  The lady who was there was very nice.  Of course I bought stuff.  Pictures on those items later.  :3

What finals? Oh… You mean the ones that are quickly creeping up next week. Uhh… Whoops!

This week has been pretty stressful what with last minute projects due and me waiting till the last minute to get them done. Not to mention Mother’s Day is quickly approaching and I still have not finished any of the washcloths I mentioned earlier . I started one ages ago but lost the pattern. Don’t you just hate it when that happens (or does that only happen to me)? So, I ripped this one and started on a new pattern; "Knitted Lacey Round Cloth " by Rhonda K White. It is very similar to the one I did before, since I didn’t want to go digging around for it right now.

I’ve been thinking about my Hello Kitty sewing machine lately and how neglected she must feel after all this time of being tucked away in her corner. Hello Kitty needs to help me make the renaissance costume I’ve been wanting to make for years. Yes, the Bristol Renaissance Faire in Kenosha, WI will open soon. It will soon be time for all the funny people in costumes to come out and pretend to be their alter ego for the summer. I’m not sure if the Mr and I will be going since we’re saving up for bigger things. And there are a lot of trips being planned for the summer also so that’s a huge drain on my costume fund.

What am I talking about? I’m super excited about these trips. Hopefully the week will get better as soon as everything for school is over.

    Quitting a job you absolutely hated should be a relieving experience but it proved to be quite the opposite.  There are a lot of thoughts that go into doing just one action that a person just shouldn’t go through in less than a minute. This is only alleviated after the action is done and over with.  Only to be bombarded with more thoughts of what ifs and oh no what-the-hell-am-I-going-to do even if there is another prospective in line.

I think I might have lost all of you after the second sentence.. I apologize for that.  Let me restate this in a clearer way (clearer? wow I’m pretty bad at this at the moment).  I quit my job at the hell hole of a toy store and finally got a job for what I’m going to school for.  Yippee!

That’s how I felt when I got the job a week ago and now that I started I can’t help but feel stressed out even though it’s only been two days on the job.  It really does make me feel better that most everyone there is super friendly.  The doctor there is a riot. Every time he talks to anyone he makes them laugh.

It’s going to take a little while until I get totally in the groove but I think I’m making good progress.

On a side note: I’ve registered for fall classes (summer was filled up T_T ) and it’s going to be a miracle where I’m going to pull this money from.  I’ve been entertaining the idea of knitting for commission.  It’s only an idea.

And it’s almost Mothers Day.  Some of you might be jumping for joy.  I’m a little worried about getting my gifts done in time.

I have decided that I want to knit the washcloths that should have been done last year.  Whoops. I suppose it would be okay if I only had a couple of mothers to gift.  There is… my 3 aunts, David’s two aunts, two future sisters-in-law, and one person from work.

THE COUNTDOWN IS ON!!!

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There’s something about your brain running about a million thoughts per minute that really makes one feel awfully sick to their stomach.

Things that you only hear in those news do not happen to people that are close to you.

I’m pretty sure that the majority of everyone out there have heard about all the shootings that have been going on it seems like forever now. In my area alone there has been two in the past month. The mall shooting really put everyone on alert where ever they went. I know I can’t go into the grocery store without felling paranoid. But it’s when it happens close to people that you truly care about that it really makes me fear that something like this might happen again. I’m really talking about the Northern Illinois University shootings that happened earlier today.

All day I’ve been at classes at my local college and running errands for my parents so I wasn’t anywhere near a television and the radio is completely useless when it comes to News. Correction: listening to top 20 stations are useless when it comes to hearing news. I was out at the grocery store when I got a call from a number who I couldn’t recognize right away. It was my old supervisor and friends sister who called me. When she told me what was going on, and that everyone that we both knew were okay I felt relived. But then I remembered they were the only ones that go to that school.

It seemed like the majority of my High School graduating class were going to attend NIU. That means I still haven’t gotten in touch with most of them. Yes, Facebook has been some source of comfort, but there still haven’t been any answers to most of the pleas online. Everyone can only hope their loved ones weren’t among the shot.

My sympathy really does go out to the families and friends of the people who were involved in this senseless act.