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I'm loving this site I found.  Especially this transcript of a letter Benjamin Franklin wrote:

Philada. July 5. 1775

Mr. Strahan

You are a Member of Parliament, and one of that Majority which has doomed my Country to Destruction. You have begun to burn our Towns and murder our People. — Look upon your hands! They are stained with the Blood of your Relations! — You and I were long Friends:— You are now my Enemy, — and

I am,

Yours.

B. Franklin

Feeling better

I had a nurse at work take my BP and compare it to the electronic one my mom gave me.  It was pretty close...and my BP was normal.  So, suck it, doctor.  I'm not doing a low-salt diet, but I have been trying to drink diet pop instead of my usual Mountain Dew.  ='(

I finally gave in and bought Star Wars so I could play with Chris and our usual gang over the weekend.  Not sure how long I'll play tonight; gotta take Damian to preschool Tues-Thurs at 9 in the morning.  O_o

Don't tell Chris, but I bought another pregnancy test.  It was negative, of course.  I don't know why I let myself believe it'll be anything different.  I just feel like I'm getting fatter no matter what I do. 

F*#@ me

It sucks to be fat and lazy.

Heard from the doctor.  He doesn't want to put me on meds; he wants me to exercise and lose weight first.  Hooray.  =|  I'm considering getting a second opinion.  I've gained 5-10 pounds since the last time I was at the doctor.  My BP was 117/72 then.  I can't imagine ten pounds raising it that much.  I actually commented to the girl the last time I was there that I wouldn't worry about being fat until it affects my BP....maybe I shot myself in the foot by saying that.

I did do more research on Cushings.  I have almost every symptom except the "buffalo hump".  I do have a hump, but it's not fatty, it's bony.  My vertebra prominens sticks out there; it's really noticeable.  Probably more so since I got a nautical star tattooed over it.  Anyway, it was scary reading the symptoms but I feel like such a dweeb going to the doctor all the time and saying, "Hey, I think I have this; test me for it," and then being wrong.

Uh oh

Well, at my free BP check today, my blood pressure was still high.  130/90.  The nurse was going to show it to the doctor and they are going to call me if they think something's wrong...or whatever.

But I left my phone at home.  Yay, I are smart.

10 Hour Day

Working 10 hours today.  I don't really mind...though I just ate a whole bin of cheesecake.  I really need to lose some weight.  Really.  I need to look like that pic of me on the top of this page; skinnier, even, because I think then I was still considered "over weight".  I tried zipping up my hoodie today- tight.  I'm down to one or two hoodies that don't cut my blood circulation off at the waist.  I should just kill myself now.

My face is looking more moon-ish as the days go by.  Maybe I have Cushings?  I'll Google that when I'm done here and read about it again.

My blood pressure check tomorrow is free, so I'm still going to go.  At least I won't have to pay them to tell me I'm retarded and nothing else is wrong with me.  Story of my life!

Until I was in my twenties, my family went to this one doctor not too far from our house.  It was a Catholic place (if that makes a difference) and the physician assistant was a nun.  Neither the doctor nor the PA ever believed me or my mom when we went there.  I told the dr. that Allegra gave me nosebleeds.  She laughed.  Not the most appropriate response.  When I saw the PA because I hadn't had my period for six months, she asked, "Could you be pregnant?"  I said, "No, I've never had sex."  She then proceeded to get a urine sample to do a pregnancy test...that I had to pay for out of pocket (and I could've gone to the grocery store and gotten one for 1/5 the amount they charged me).

I sincerely hope tomorrow when I go for my blood pressure check that it'll be high or out of whack and they'll do a blood pregnancy test and it'll be positive.  Then I won't feel like such a fat piece of crap.

OMG

If any female readers have boyfriends/husbands who play Call of Duty, Halo, or some other type of shooting game, I know how you feel.  I was so ready to pull the plug on Chris' Xbox earlier today.  I was doing our freakin' taxes (something the man who loves math should be doing, no?) and--heaven forbid--had to walk in front of the TV to get my purse.  He died, of course, at that very second and yelled at me.  Waa, waa.  Further along in the game, he starts yelling.  Not the normal COD yelling; like, screaming, tearing his voice.  I looked over and said, "Chris," like a warning: you're going a little overboard.  He looked over at me and said, "Shut up! I'm still mad at you!"

Wrong thing to say.  He had no idea that he made me mad; he kept talking to me about his dumb game the whole time.  At one point, he said, "Mary....Mary...........Mary........Mary, honest to God, answer me!"  I said, "What?!  You told me to shut up!"  He played it off of course and yelled again about how I walked in front of him with no warning and WAA WAA, I NEED MY DIAPIE CHANGED.

Long story short....-ish, he can do his own laundry from now on.

It is funny to hear him yell, "DUDE, I just knifed CheeZbacon in the ass and he didn't die!"

As it so happens...

My blood pressure is back to normal.  Last night it was actually 120/80.  So, again, I will look like a retard when the doctor's office takes my BP on Thursday.  "We told you it was just your cold or stress," they will say, nasaly (or that's how I imagine it).  It's weird; every so often I can still feel pressure along the back of my head and ear where my headache was.  (If you find out I died in my sleep of an aneurysm, well, now you know the whole situation.)

Last night, as I was massaging my sore head, I noticed that the ball of my industrial piercing was missing.  I wonder how long it's been gone.  Thankfully it's the bottom one so the bar still stays in my ear.  Now I have to make a special trip to Hot Topic to buy a replacement.

Seems like another slow day at work.  I think I'll start working on my newest story.