Wednesday, January 9, 2013

dropping bombs, the -f- type

i wasn't sure how to follow up the last post.  i don't remember much about summer to post anything about july or august.  then i started thinking about Z & school...

there's lots of catching up to do with Z.  lots.  this year hasn't gone as well as last, Z said early on his teacher was too nice.  the school's VP did place him this year, but i guess options were limited; Z got a teacher that only has a couple of years of experience & she previously taught younger grades.  it's hard to go in at a meet & greet & tell a bright eyed young teacher not to give your child an inch.

Z was visiting the VP's office the first week of school.  he & another student were playing who can get the sharpest pencil game. Z won, although it was accident, she agreed, it wasn't a good game for someone who knows the VP so well.  the girl leaned forward or something, Z pulled back but not enough & she ended up with the pencil poking her in the hand.  there were a couple of other things, phone calls, visits, slips that sometimes made it home & sometimes they went in the school toilet.

the winner for the year (so far, we're only 1/2 way) is the story when the class was supposed to have quiet time to work on their assignments.  according to Z he was being quiet & working while many in the class were talking, making noises, being distracting, etc.  Z went to the teacher to complain that they were not following her instruction.  i don't know what she said but Z returned to his desk to work.  the noise continued & Z shushed everyone, but that didn't stop them either.

finally he'd had enough so he went back to the teacher explained to her again that he was doing what he was supposed to, that he was following the rules & the others weren't & just wasn't f-ing fair.

yes, plain & simple as that.

he was sent to the VP's office & i got a phone call asking that Z be provided with ear plugs.

Friday, January 4, 2013

the answer is - several

on thursday i had the joyful opportunity of experiencing my first mammogram.  i had heard it was painful & i don't know, i guess i figured i'm tough, sort it turns out i am not, well, my boobs aren't, that's for sure.  mammograms are some sort of sadistic torture procedure in my opinion. i really, really had no idea you could squish a boob that much.

after the mammogram fun i waited & was called into another room for the ultrasound.  the technician there told me the dr had viewed the results & although initially they were going to only scan to left side, he requested to have the right scanned as well.  so she scanned & clicked & scanned & clicked, a lot.  then she moved to the other side & scanned & clicked a whole lot more.  i asked if that meant i had a lot of them & she said yes. of course she can't say anything, but really, this was intense.  just tell me already!

she left to tell the dr she was done & said either she or he would return to tell me results.  i assume dr came back if it was bad news. thankfully she came back, but i asked her if B could come & hear what she had to say.  she said it was simple - that i just had many fluid filled cysts, both sides, it was very common & they were nothing to be really concerned about.  she did go get B so we could view the ultrasounds with the dr.  it wasn't cancer, wasn't pre-cancer, just fluid, most likely related to fluctuating hormones.  i asked if i needed to keep my appt with the surgeon & he said i could, but he didn't see the need for it.

i did, under my primary care dr's advice, keep the appt with the surgeon though.  she thought it was best to establish a baseline, in case there was a problem in the future, which i think is smart.  even though the dr at the ultrasound office said it wasn't a big deal, i was still worried at the time of the appt though.  he said the large one measured out at 2.8cm & that if i wanted he could drain it, but it could come back.  i decided to wait & see how things are over the next couple of months.

i was advised by all the dr's to get familiar with my [abnormally] normal.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

How many lumps would you like with that?

I can't help but think of Bugs Bunny & the puma he wallops over the head....
on to business though...

The Saturday before Christmas we went to Knotts Berry Farm with R & crew. We ended up splitting into groups, the rollercoaster riders & the sissy-la-las. You know I'm in the latter group right? I like to say it's bc of my neck/back/migraine issues which IS true however even if it wasn't, I truly am a big sissy & would most likely puke all over everyone. i'm fun like that.

Z & I spent a good portion of our time (& all of his $) at the rock shop. I can say he gets that from me. I remember going to shows & being intrigued with them, just as he is.

I found the old timey portrait place, something I've always wanted to do. I hadn't seen the shop since I was a kid so I assumed they didn't do it anymore. I was finally the saloon whore girl I always wanted to be. B was a gambler/cowboy type & Z chose not to participate. I was bummed about that, but decided to simply honor his wishes & not make a big deal about it.

So while I was trying to get myself together in the corset, B had to help if course, he noticed a hard lump in left boob. I hadn't noticed it before & honestly I don't think there are 2 days in a row when B doesn't handle my boobs, so it was new.

Over the next few days the lump got smaller, it felt like a clogged milk duct only I hadn't nursed in 8 years. Right after Christmas I made an appt with my primary dr.

On Weds after New Years I saw the dr first thing. She asked my age & when I told her 41, she said "good, you've recently had a mammogram." Then I had tell her at my last appt with the other dr I asked about getting one & he didn't think it was necessary (in Aug).

She then felt the lump & said it was big. I told her it was a lot smaller than what it was originally. In my opinion it's almost gone, but she said it was 2cm & that's big. My lymph nodes aren't swollen, which is good, she thinks it's a fluid filled cyst.

While I wasn't worked up about it before, or at least I was trying to not, she had her nurse schedule a mammogram & ultra-sound the very next day. Then she gave me the number to a surgeon, whom I will see on Friday to discuss results.