W (who is still in Kuwait) went to the gym this morning while I had a ton of medical drama involving no actual medicine taking place near me. He did not bring his phone. Which resulted in me leaving thirty-two-hundred-fifteen texts for him to CALL ME.
When he did call me, he told me he had left his phone back in the barracks.
To which I responded:
"Right. Because it is not like you have a wife with a brain tumor or anything."
Zing! You like? I just threw it right out there.
Can you imagine how awesome I will be once I finally get a real diagnosis? Break out the shrouds and the wailing, people, it will be ON!
PS: I gave eleven vials of blood to the lab. Want to see my black arm?
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
And So It Begins
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Nice. Real Nice.
I'm really only in it for the life insurance that I (unbeknownst to you) took out on you.
Mwa-ha-ha-ha!
Nuts. Nuts I tell you.
And you will make a great Abuela.
How is it that I can be concerned about your health and laughing so hard at the same time? You do this so well.
You have bested me in the blood-being-taken category. Congratulations. I hope they find something that they can easily fix with you. But something you can still milk for pity once W is home. That is the whole point to being sick anyway, to get pampered. It's kind of a waste to be sick when no one is around to pamper you.
I agree w/ the above. Save the really good stuff for when W gets home and can sing you another spiritual and hand feed you grapes and wave palm fronds over you.
That said, I never did really understand why they need so much blood...
Wife is that a knock on me going back to work the day after your surgery? I think I owe you flowers or chocolates now.
I know the blood secret, but I'm keeping it to myself.
Still shaking?
Still making people's day?
Still no diagnosis?
Damn.
do you have any blood left? i mean maybe the plan is just to slowly bleed you dry and the shakes will starve themselves to death...
here's hoping for a diagnosis before it gets to that
Yes, please, to the black arm.
The good news is, vampires will probably pass on you. So there's that.
Fig, I will take a picture.
B, I learned from Scrubs that everything comes down to poo. So I don't understand the blood so much.
FINALLY got the MRI approved, so that will be taken care of next week.
Carolyn, I like the cut of your jib.
And KK, I do have some blood left. It is forming bruises on my sad little arm. And boiling. Because it is in the eighties here.
I would have been milking it weeks ago.
Good on ya.
(yikes, though....hope it's nothing serious)
Major props on the guilt-tripping ;)
You're good. Really good.
Be WELL too, soon.
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