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Had the endoscopy today. Was a little nervous about it, but the good thing is that my appointment was at 10:30 in the morning and they were a half hour behind, so I got to watch an episode of Supernatural on TNT while I waited, which made things a little better. :) (Although my mother was watching with me and she said she thought neither Jared nor Jensen were cute at all. *horrified gasp*)

Well, the doc said just looking at things that it doesn't seem like I have Celiac's or any kind of bacterial infection, but that they took biopsies anyway, and that we'll get the results of those later.

Man, they gave me so much drugs. I was knocked out. Apparently, they give more sedative to young people because we're supposed to have a high metabolism, but what they forgot to take into account was the fact that I have hypothyroidism and that I have a lower metabolism because of it. (Not to mention that if I'm sleeping so much my metabolism is going to be slow anyway.) So, instead of waking up and being slightly sleepy when I got home, I could barely walk out of the car (my dad had to help me) and I was in a drugged sleep all day. Apparently my mother woke me up several times to give me my thyroid medication then my vitamin D supplement, but I don't remember either.

The doctor came and talked to us for about ten minutes after the procedure, but I don't really remember much of it. My mom recorded the conversation on her iPhone though, and well, it was really weird listening to it. I talked to the doctor for a good while, but I don't remember saying all these things. I think I wavering in and out with the drugs, because sometime I sounded perfectly awake, and was asking perfectly logical questions and responding properly to what the doctor said, and at other I just kept going on about how much I love cheese and how I didn't want to give it up, and how I knew I had a milk allergy for years and in high school I would pay the extra five cents everyday to get the watery orange drink rather than a milk pint.

Yeah. Totally drugged, haha.

Anyway, I did talk to him about giving up both gluten and milk, and he said that it was something doctor's do to figure out if it'll make me feel better, but that he doesn't think my milk allergy would have anything to do with my fatigue, and that it makes sense to only give up one at a time, to see which one helps (if any) than to give up both at the same time and not know which effected me.

So that's what I'm going to do.

Goodbye gluten. *waves sadly*

Tomorrow mom and I are going over Whole Foods to check out what they have, because Lord knows my house right now is a gluten fest.

So gluten-free here I come. And I think that deserves the brave Scarlett icon, though it's funny that it's taken from the scene where she swears never to be hungry again and I'm deciding to give up a large portion of my diet.

*sigh*

Yesterday I went to the GI doctor. After giving her a list of symptoms as long as my leg and the entire story of my life for the past year, she took one look at my lab (either the TTG or the IGG, I'm not sure. I've had so many blood tests done that I can't even keep track anymore) and told me I probably do have Celiac's disease. Wonderful.

She's running a full Celiac's panel just to sure, as well as food allergy IGE (there's another five tubes of my blood for the hospital to play with) and we've scheduled an upper endoscopy for next Wednesday. So I guess we'll know for sure by then.

Part of me wants it to be true, simply because then I'll know what is wrong and I can start getting my life back (actually, I'm told that you get Celiac's disease from the first time you ever eat gluten, so if it's true my health will be better than it has have been. I wonder what it would be like to have energy. Huh. ) but most of my is praying that it isn't, because I really love flour. I love bread, and cookies and brownies and breaded chicken, and I was looking at lists of candy that have gluten in and there's a horrible amount of my favorites in there.

(Reese's minis? How will I survive without them?)

My doctor told me not to cut back on the gluten while we wait to find out, because that could make the test a false negative, so I've been gorging myself on it. There is, in fact, and open bag of Reese's minis right beside me, and yesterday I went out to eat at O'Charley's (I love their rolls. I'll miss them.) and the other day I went and ate at the Olive Garden. I'm planning on eating pizza the night before my endoscopy, because I know that ordering pizza when I'm hanging out with my friends will be something I really miss.

Oh my god. I just realized. The fried onion flower? You know, my favorite food item in the world, the thing I posted about when Writer's Block asked about our choice of last meal, the thing that I totally got excited about when Spike started going on about this "onion thing" in the later seasons of Buffy because I loved it as much as he did? Yeah. It's breaded. With flour.

Oh god. If this test is positive I'm never going to get to eat it again.

*whimper*


In an unrelated note, I've been rewatching a few season 1 Veronica Mars episodes today, and you know who I'm starting to ship a little? Veronica and Meg. I don't read a whole lot of femmeslash, but sometimes the idea will really stick with me. (For instance, Buffy and Faith. Despite my usual fanatic OTPness when it comes to Spuffy, whenever Buffy and Faith are in a scene together I can't help but ship them, and I was totally feeling it season 3.) Anyway. I love Veronica and Meg together, even just as good friends. Which makes what happened in season 2 all the more sad.

It's funny how much I like Alona Tal in Veronica Mars, considering how much her character Jo annoyed me in Supernatural. I don't know, her wannabe hunter act was a little annoying, and I always thought she seemed far too young for Dean. (Jo and Sam, however? I could actually see.) Of course, I absolutely loved her in her one episode in season 5, thought her character seemed a lot more grown up--more hunter than wannabe hunter, so I'm not happy about the end of that episode, considering she had just started to be awesome.

Speaking of those rare female Supernatural characters, I've been creating .avi clips to edit with (I'm vidding again! Yay! And I am so excited about what I'm working on right now.) and at the moment I'm working on season three.

Can I just say again, how much I love Ruby in that season? I mean, I realize that love for Ruby seems to be an unpopular opinion in this fandom, but I thought she was awesome in that season. Totally badass, with her confrontational attitude and her witchcraft and the way she kept saving the boys' life. I didn't trust her then, but I wanted to. And I thought she was totally more believable as the good-demon-with-regret than in season 4, where I thought her manipulation was more obvious.

I miss Katie Cassidy's Ruby. She rocked.

I have a date tonight. :) Hopefully this will go much better than the last first date I went on.

Oh, and my parents are pissed because I decided to meet the guy there rather than have him pick me up. They really wanted to meet him, but I'm not sixteen, and I don't need to have my father shake his hand, looking him square in the eye and tell him to have me home at a decent time or any such crap. I'm nearly twenty-two, and in my rules parents don't get to meet the guy until after I decide if it's going anywhere. So suck it up parents.

Also, I don't like the idea of getting in a car with a stranger. If I had known him a little before he'd asked me out sure, but since I've known him for less than four days, excuse me for wanting to be safe and drive my own car. Call me overcautious, but that's just the way it is.

Ugh. This is not fun. This was not fun when I had to do it for my own high school graduation three years ago. It is especially not fun doing it for my brother's.

*stares at giant stack of blank announcements*

I'm telling you, I don't care how nice my family says my handwriting is, when my little sister graduates in two years? She's filling out her own.

*sighs and goes back to work*

When I'm laying down my cat likes to curl up in the crook of my arm, rest her head on my chest and knead my neck and shoulder as I pet her. Since getting my tonsils removed however, my neck is swollen and tender and it hurts when she does that. I've been lying in bed for a week now, which she has seen as ample opportunity to curl up with me, but she gets very confused and upset when I push her away from my neck. She's at the foot of my bed right now, sulking.

Poor thing. Mommy still loves you, I swear.

Even if you do have an annoying habit of peeing on my bedroom floor. *sigh*


Seventh day since getting my tonsils removed, and I'm still not talking, just gesturing and writing things down. My dad keeps trying to get me to talk, saying that I need to or my throat won't heal right--which is utter bull shit, 'cause I know people who didn't say a word for at least two weeks after getting their tonsils removed and their fine. It hurts when I talk, and I sound like I'm deaf so people have trouble understanding me, so I don't see the point.

I think the scabs in the back of my throat are about ready to fall off, which is gross and uncomfortable. I keep eating popsicles. I didn't like them at the beginning--too cold--but they're doing wonders to sooth my throat now that it's all scratchy from the scabs.

I've cut down on the pain medicine--only taking it about twice a day now--which is good, because it made me feel nauseous and it burned going down, making me gag and cry.

All in all, this has been a very unpleasant experience, to say the least. But my doctor's tell me it was worth it--apparently my tonsils were far more infected than I thought. They said it was the worse they'd seen in a while.


Big Bang reveal was posted. I'm so excited about my artist. I can't wait to see what she comes up with. :D

My cousin and I went to a strip club to see midget wrestling tonight. The plan was to arrive late, stay for the wrestling then leave, since bouncing boobs and pole dancing aren't exactly keen points of interests to us, but they spread the wrestling matches throughout the night, and our friend Atley kept buying us drinks, so we ended up staying six hours.

And I had a lap dance.

Correction: I was forced to have a lap dance. Stupid Atley and his sadistic sense of humor. The (extremely) skinny girl rubbed her boobs up and down my face, turned around, slapped her ass a few times in front of me, then sat down and proceeded to hop up and down on my lap, continuously wiggling her hips against my thighs even though it obviously didn't do anything for me.

Afterwards she smiled at me and informed me that she was happy to have popped my lap dance cherry.

*sigh* At least this night will give me stories to tell years from now.

The highlight of the evening (I mean, besides the wrestlers hitting one another over the head with what looked like the foil coverings for store bought lasagnas) was the stripper who came out in a Gumby suit (Seriously) and dance on the pole in it. It was quite a sight to see.


Using my Max/Alec icon because it's from the episode where they have to go into the strip club. It seems appropriate.

Rewatched a few season 4 Buffy episodes today. I'd forgotten how much I liked Riley in this season. He's adorable. I like him. What happened in season 5? *sigh*

Of course, then Spike comes into the scene and I forget all about Riley. :P


I've been a little absent on livejournal here lately. But real life has decided to remind me it exists--especially in the form of my social life, I've been going out with friends a lot more than usual here lately, which has been fun. :)

Tonight I'm hosting my friend's twenty-first birthday. I've got like, ten people coming over to drink at my apartment, half of them I don't event know.

This should be fun. :D

My computer just got one of those stupid fake anti-virus programs. Which keeps popping up and telling me that I have all these security breaches and trojans and spyware that I don't actually have, trying to get me to buy the program with my credit card.

WELL EFF YOU FAKE ANTI-VIRUS. I'M NOT THAT STUPID.

It's one I haven't seen before, and it's not showing up in any of my files for me to uninstall it. (Not that I really thought it would be that simple. *sigh*) But every where I look on the internet people keep saying the only way to get it off is to download some other anti-malware programs and run that.

It's a conspiracy, I tell you.

These anti-malware programs like Spy Doctor and Malwarebytes or whatever they are called, there's so freaking many of them, probably just create these stupid fake anti-virus programs and post shit on the forums about downloading their program is the only way to get rid of it so you'll buy their program. Of course, they don't mention you have to buy it on the forums--the download is free, the scan is free, but you have to buy the program to get rid of it.

Perfect fucking scam.

*growls*

Well, I'm not doing that, so I'm trying to find a way to delete this shit manually without fucking up my computer in the process. I really don't know enough about computers to be mucking about in the registry.

*sigh* I'll probably just have to take my computer to my dad. Good thing I'm going home tomorrow.


Anybody on my flist have any experience with getting rid of Vista Internet Security the pain in the ass fake anti-virus program?

The lights keep flickering in and out at my apartment. Man, I really hope the power doesn't go out. Power outage won't be as fun without my siblings to play cards by candle light with.

I don't think we even have candles here...

My loans came in.

I want to like, fucking cry in relief. You see, due to some mistake and a whole bunch of misunderstandings, only one of my loans came in last semester, and it wasn't even enough to cover my whole tuition. So, even with my parents helping me out some with rent, I've been scraping just to get enough money to pay utilities every month. Forget about going out with friends or actually shopping for good food. I've been living off of ramen and peanut butter for months.

But not only did my loans for this semester come, my loans for last semester finally came in as well. So even with my tuition and the cost of rent and utilities for the next six months or so, I've got like, six thousand dollars of financial padding.

God, I'm going to go shopping. For food. Real, actual food. That I have to like, cook and everything. And I'm going to donate money to help out Haiti. Just yesterday I was looking at the Misha's Minions page at the UNICEF website, and wishing I had the money to donate. And now I do.

But the first thing I'm going to do after I deposit this check? I'm going out to eat Mexican food with my cousin, who, like me has had her own financial problems and has been surviving on ramen for months. Only unlike me, she has house payments, school tuition and a kid. We're going to eat awesome Mexican food from our favorite restaurant, drink Margaritas, and go see that movie we've both been wanting to see but didn't want to splurge on.

My medication has finally kicked in, and though I don't feel one hundred percent yet, I feel better than I have in months and it is time to celebrate.