HYC: Week 4

Update on Nana

Nana is... okay.  Basically, she has pneumonia.  Unfortunately, it's compounded with the mysterious blood "leak" she's had for who knows how long (at LEAST since her heart attack last year).  As well, the infection gave her a wicked fever that caused her to hallucinate and get a tad paranoid, which resulted to her, ah, "acting out" in ER towards the nurses.  Unfortunately, she doesn't seem to have quite grasped the... sequence of events, and still seems to think the nurses are out to get her.  :(

Needless to say, last week was pretty much a write-off.  Between the pain, discomfort, and intense worry, I pretty much had to force myself to eat, and exercise was right out the window (we did manage to walk both Saturday and Sunday, though).  Monday Chebbar asked to take a pass on walking; I agreed with the admonition that we HAD to walk last night.  I'm now sitting here going "WTF?  Just because HE didn't want to walk doesn't mean that YOU couldn't have at least hopped on the WiiFit!"  *shakes head*  Yeah, I have no explanation or excuse, only incredulity.  Of course, last night didn't involve any walking because we jetted off to the hospital to visit Chebbar's grandmother after an early dinner.  Hopefully after seeing for ourselves that she's okay, we can get back on track.

I haven't really had any pains in my right side since after breakfast on Sunday.  Well, not to the same degree, anyhow.  I had zero from around 10am Sunday until early Tuesday morning; I had a couple more bouts yesterday, but they weren't anywhere NEAR as intense.  Coincidentally, we found out about Nana on Monday night.  I'm starting to wonder if the pain - at least - isn't somehow stress-induced?  Worrying that your intestines are trying to eat you from the inside out is likely to cause just a smidgen of stress...

In related news, I called the doctor's office yesterday to see what the protocol was in regards to communicating with said doctor without having to schedule another appointment (and wait another three weeks), since I only have a question (want to know if the already-requisitioned ultrasound will look at my gallbladder: I'm guessing no).  Unfortunately, I got Bitch Face Extraordinaire Receptionist who was, unsurprisingly, insufferably RUDE.  She's just... GAH.  She has this way of speaking that just barely conceals derisive laughter and lets you know in NO uncertain terms that she is rolling her eyes at you SO HARD that she's likely going to suffer some pain.  Basically, she told me that I can call, and IF the doctor "feels" she has time to return my call, she MIGHT.  She also laughed audibly when I had the nerve to ask if perhaps email might be easier for the doctor to deal with.

(This is the same woman who gets right uppity and in my face when I call to schedule my yearly pap test, sounding like she's trying with all her might to restrain her frustration when she insists that the standards are every two years if my results come back clear.  However, she's NOT the doctor and she doesn't know my (family) history, so it's none of her damned business.  That being said, I always feel like a naughty child being chastised.  I've mentioned it to the doctor, who just kind of smiles and nods (she's a little... vapid, sometimes).  Now that Bitch Face Extraordinaire seems to be back from maternity leave, albeit part-time, I've already decided we'll be having "words" when she does it next time.  And there WILL be a next time, I guarandamntee it.)

Okay!  Enough with the bitching and moaning!  I finally got an AC adapter for my iTouch, so I'm going to start making playlists.  Tell me, please: what is/are your favourite, go-to, never fail song(s) that makes you happy/perks up your mood/energizes you?