Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Boring Doctor Business...

So as I promised, I am going to reveal to you the details behind my surgery that was had on Christmas Eve. Since this summer I have been peeing blood. Not the period kind, some other weird kind. I had to get a procedure done to check shiz out. Everyone thought I had a tumor or something crazy going on so I remained silent until I knew that everything was okay. Long story short, my bladder is super sensitive, and I will pee blood for the rest of my life. I think it is trying to attract a vampire because my bladder is super weird, kind of bitchy, and dull like Bella Swan.
Pretty much what the doctor saw... photo credit:http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/bella-swan/articles/175483/title/fave-bella-quotes-from-eclipse-book
Anyway I wrote the following a few months ago regarding one of my appointments. It pretty much explains everything. Beware, lots of penises are involved.
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After a 45 minute commute I arrived to my appointment. When I checked in only one other person was in the waiting room, a 70-ish year old man. I filled out my paperwork when soon another patient arrived. He too was an older gentleman. He asked me if I was there to get my prostate checked. I chuckled and continued on my merry way of filling out the paperwork, trying my damndest to get the vision of a butthole out of my mind’s eye. In approximately 30 minutes (yes I had to wait that long) six other old men came. I was certainly the minority.

Finally I was called back and led into an exam room that was filled with penises. Models, and posters, and photos, oh my! I also could not help but notice how low the exam tables were. I am sure this was to accommodate for the men getting their prostates checked… As much as gynecological exams are uncomfortable I must admit; it would be tough to be a man at times.

As I sat in the room I felt somewhat intimidated as all the one eyed monsters stared me down. I also felt like I was in a Clockwork Orange type of scenario with nowhere to avert my eyes. It was then that I discovered this photograph.
Fortunately it captivated me for some time. I was attempting to determine what message the urologist was trying to convey with it. The buttholes all seem to be pretty puckered if you ask me. Sends a: “whatever you do, do not unclench your muscles” kind of a message. Anyway, after about ten minutes of over analyzing the photograph my eyes wandered to a penis poster. Unfortunately I was intently staring at this when the doctor came in. In my defense I was trying to determine if I had a BPH prostate disorder. All the symptoms sounded like me… I was just missing a prostate. But hey, with all that testosterone I have been taking I should have one in no time.


The appointment went as well as it could have. I refrained from asking if I could take a souvenir from the exam room. There were so many penises to choose from. I felt like I needed some kind of token to commemorate my visit.
This was the only photo I was brave enough to capture. What in the hell is that white thing by the way???

I visited an asshole urologist a few months ago where I learned I would need to have a cystoscopy done. Essentially the procedure consists of sticking a lighted tube of death up your pee hole, which they twist and turn and examine the inside of the bladder. Next they pump it full of water to blow it up so they can see things better (and torture the patient more). This procedure is typically done while the patient is awake. I will spare the gory details as to why I hate anything going in my pee hole… I just do.

The asshole urologist I had the displeasure of meeting did not give a shit that I have had terrible experiences that have led me to be rather shy and sensitive when it comes to my pee hole. I tried to explain why I did not want to be awake during the procedure. She could have cared less. Actually she found my distress comical and in fact laughed as I sat there and cried in her office at the fear I was experiencing at the prospect of the procedure. She told me she only sedates patients who are 14 and younger because she doesn’t want them to be scarred for life…

I scheduled the appointment despite my fear. Two days prior to the procedure I called and cancelled. I did explain to the office manager why I was hesitating. I was sure to voice how I felt about Dr. Asshole and the fact that she should not treat every patient the same… some of us have a history. Some of us have emotions. We are not all perfect textbook patients. The office manager offered to have me see another physician in the office but I refused. My perception of that office was permanently sullied.

My OBGYN referred me to this older male urologist. She, knowing me as a patient, wrote a referral detailing my history and what I was looking for. I scheduled the consultation appointment expecting the worst but hoping for the best. So on the eve of Christmas my procedure will be had. I will be under general anesthetic thank goodness.

Sears is for Tools

I spent the better part of yesterday at the mall waiting for the oil to be changed in my truck. I kept wishing that there was an oil changing place somewhere next to a place to go shopping so I could kill two birds with one stone, and finally I recalled that Sears has an automotive section. I excitedly dropped off my vehicle and was told in fifteen to twenty minutes it would be ready. I raced around to the two shops I needed to visit, and grabbed what I needed. I arrived just as the clock ticked to the twentieth minute, only to discover the guilty looking face of the cashier.

I'm sorry only twenty to thirty more minutes, oh I am sorry we got short staffed we haven't started it yet come back in thirty minutes, well everyone went to lunch it should be ready in forty five minutes finally after over two hours the damn thing was ready. Never again Sears, never again. I did make a trip to Wetzel's Pretzels for a butter-free plain pretzel. I have been craving one ever since my dream. I confirmed how they make pretzels, and it is not by filling plastic tubes with dough and shaking the shit out of them... though you all probably were well aware of this fact. Anyway towards the tail end of my excursion I sat in the tools section of Sears since there was not a waiting area in automotive. They played quite the mix of music everything from Vanessa Carlton "A Thousand Miles" (to which a brute man was singing as he was closely examining a tool box I might add) to Hunter Hayes "Wanted." I would have thought they would play something a bit more manly...

The Eve of a New Year

Well the hustle and bustle of the holidays is nearly over. Tomorrow marks the beginning of a New Year. Whilst most will be making New Year's Resolutions; save more money, eat less fat, exercise more, on and on I will most likely be rolling out of bed as I would any other morning trying as I might to find the toaster through a sleepy gaze. I have never been one for resolutions. If you are, more power to you. My making a resolution is more like cementing something in stone which I will do everything in my power to avoid. There was the year that I vowed to not eat chocolate. By day two you could find me huddled in the corner with a value bag of Kit Kats (pre-vegan days). Then there was that time I resolved to lose five pounds and gained forty (in my defense it was the steroids). Maybe that complete and utter avoidance of resolutions is the small fragment of hipster in me... trying to step away from one of the 'things' our society does.

2013 was certainly a trying year for me... I could go on an on about the events that transpired but I will save my sob stories for another day. The important thing is that I learned who I can truly count on, what really matters, and simply that life happens. When we are waiting anxiously for each facet to unfold, and when we least expect it. I guess that what makes life, life. It goes on whether we intend it to, or not.

So cheers to 2014. Cheers to hitting the refresh button and starting anew.

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Hard and Soft Pretzles

I had this dream last night that Boise State University enlisted my help to make soft pretzels for all of the fans at the football game. I was shown to a humble little kitchen which contained several butter tub looking containers filled with pretzel mix. I stuffed these plastic cylinders, approximately the size of soda cans, full of the batter and sealed them. Next the real fun began. I would shake the living daylights out of them, and the soda can began to stretch into this long tube. I would then tie these much like balloon animals and move on to the next.

Being that I had to make several hundred of these there was a lot of shaking motion which reminded me of that of the shake weight. When I woke up this morning Justin was about to get in the shower. I was amused, and slightly worried that I had molested him in my sleep so I revealed my dream to him. He laughed it off and went to get in the shower while I drifted back off to catch a few more lingering z's on this fine Sunday morning.

I awoke a second time to Justin tugging at something in my clutch. "I am going to need these," he said. I had none other than his underpants. I suspect foul play. 

Kristen Wigg with Shake Weights...

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Boring Recap of Some Gifts I Gave This Year for Christmas



Another Christmas has come and gone. I hope everyone enjoyed time with family and friends whilst celebrating the holidays. I have been spending the last couple of days recuperating from a minor surgery which was had on the eve of Christmas. More details on that later; when I am feeling better (not a big deal).

I regaled a story regarding a gift from Christmas past a few weeks ago. It is no secret that I have always thoroughly enjoyed giving gifts no matter how dorky the gifts I choose to give are. I wanted to share a few of my favorite gifts that I gave this year. Now that Christmas has passed, and with the exception of a few stragglers everyone has received their gifts. 

I have always enjoyed hand making gifts. I have never really been the artistic sort but I like to try to step outside of the box and put a little “me” into the gifts I do give. I have a family member who very much likes "The Wizard of Oz." I thought long and hard about what to get this person. I certainly wanted something that was different. I started brainstorming ideas, and then began to search around on Etsy.com. In no time I had come up with an alteration to my original idea that seemed doable. I like to think that I was the first person to come up with this sort of idea, but I wasn't. And what I found on Etsy was far better than what my mind had initially conjured.

Behold The Wicked Witch of the East bookmark

This was before I had added a few finishing touches which took away from the fact that these legs both look like left legs/feet. My final product was a bit better but I neglected to snap a photo.


I fashioned the legs and shoes from clay. I felt so odd doing this, like some sort of strange foot fetish person. I molded and molded until I felt the stumps looked somewhat human. I then cut a few slits in the top of the legs for the bookmark part to be inserted. Next I baked the legs, waited for them to cool, then painted them with acrylics. I finished up by gluing glitter on for the shoes and gluing the bookmark in place. 

Next I present to you... The turtle brigade.
I hand painted all of the bastards, took forever...


With all of the extra clay I had purchased from the bookmark I began manufacturing turtles. One of my best friends loves turtles so I made hers first. I was so delighted with how it turned out that I wound up making a few extras to give as gifts also. They are pretty small, about the circumference of a penny I suppose. Feeling adventurous??? See the video below, which I used to teach me how to make the turtle. I just used white clay however and painted it after it baked. 

A couple of elephant paintings for my cousin's twin girls :)
The canvases are like two and a 2.5"x2.5" so even with the easels they only stand a few inches tall
Finally, I wanted to share that I found an original 1983 version of the Care Bear from my story a few weeks back that I mentioned above. I purchased him off eBay. He is being shipped from the UK as we speak. Unfortunately he did not make it here in time for the holidays, but I am quite sure my sister will be thrilled to receive him.

At long last... To make up for all those years ago!
Anyway... Making home made gifts is kind of embarrassing and things do not always turn out the way that I expect them to. I always think about that episode of "The Office" where Michael is getting ready to leave with Holly and he gives everyone a goodbye gift. He makes this scarecrow thing for Oscar and then laughs at how shitty it is. I guess sometimes that is how I feel lol :)



Monday, December 23, 2013

It's a Wonderful Life...

I was feeling pretty stressed today after this weekend. Throw in the fact that Christmas is right around the corner, all of the preparation that comes in store with that, and I am one stressed lady. I started making sugar cookies from the dough which has been cooling in the fridge since last night but I got super pissed and ate crumpled up the few gingerbread man shaped dough masses I managed to get. 

Justin got home and in about ten minutes flat he had two cookie sheets full of perfectly shaped gingerbread men. I tried to move one on the pan and its head ripped off. I guess I am just not cut out for the whole Christmas cookie scene. The manufacturing part anyway. They probably all realize that I am their enemy anyway because I could devour both of those pans in about five seconds flat.

In an attempt to de-stress I decided to take a bath and stare up into the new skylight that is over the bathtub.


I think I see the the "Big Dipper"

I enjoyed some cranberry juice in lieu of wine while I ate the gingerbread man carnage that I had smuggled into the bathroom. It helped a little.

I'm Gonna Be BFFs With Serena Williams... for the Children

I went to volunteer at the hospital this morning as I do every Monday. My shift was the best I ever had. So many people dropped off toys for the pediatrics kids for Christmas it was very heart warming.

When my shift was over I returned home to deal with the ceiling falling situation. I had discovered something that resembled mold the other night in the hole, the maintenance man sprayed it and supposedly we are now waiting for it to dry. I had to air out my apartment since the fumes were so toxic and I did not really want to turn into some kind of weird radio active creature...

I talked to the landlord and fortunately my lease is up in January (end of the month). She gave me a form to submit my thirty day notice so I will be doing that. After dealing with that nonsense for a million years I started looking for a new place. I e-mailed a few prospective apartments, and now I am going to go live with Serena Williams. She wants me to donate some money to her cause ("for saving the less privilege child with HIV/AIDS in Africa") Since I feel bad for the "less privilege child" I am sure that Serena will teach me how to be a pro tennis star, and give me clothes from her fashion line... and if I am lucky enough perhaps she can groom me to pose as her twin sister Venus. 

In all seriousness I am considering fucking with this person and responding