The past week has had it's ups and downs. I will start from the beginning.
Sunday my first rattie, Coco, died. I was heartbroken (and still am). He was such a great, great rat. Words cannot express how much he meant to me or how much I miss him.
Things went sort of slow for the next few days.
Wednesday I go to work and leave at 2pm. I make my way for Myrtle Beach (which is about 3.5 - 4 hours away) and pick up Randolynn. I come back to Raleigh that night.
Thursday I drive us up to VA. I dropped her off at her Mom's and I went to Tony's house and picked him up. We went to my parents house. Hippie ended up showing up as well. It's always really fun seeing my family. I seriously hate Thanksgiving, but it gives me a chance to see everyone. Then I go with Tony to his sisters house. That place was packed! I got to meet family members of his that I've never met before and they made comments such as 'friends with benefits' as I'm choking back the vomit. Some people will just never understand. Then Randolynn calls and we go to her house. We ended up just riding around for a bit then wound up at Fisher Farm Park. We played on the playground until the security guy ran us off. Theres pics of that. I may post them soon. Then I take Tony to his car and Randolynn to her moms (which happened to be at the same place) and I head off for Raleigh.
Friday I wake up and go to work (so so tired) and get off early again. Woo! I gots all my stuff from motivecompany.com. It's hot hot stuff. After work I went to Greensboro and hung out with Justin. He cooked me some bangin vegan dogs, tater tots, curly fries and a great salad and we watched Saved. Then I headed off to Tony's (yes, back to VA). When I got there, Randolynn and her buddy Andy was there. Andy was super duper funny. We all just hung out in Tony's room getting shushed every few minutes. Fun times! I end up staying with Tony that night.
Saturday Tony and I meet up with Hippie at Wal-Mart. I had to get my oil changed and drop off 3 rolls of pictures from eariler in the year. We ate Mexicans while all of that was going on. We went to the mall and then back to Wal-Mart. Some of the pictures turned out okay. My hair was so poofy back then. haha. Then I'm on my way to my mom's house and Alex fuckin Mei calls. So I go get him and we go see my mom. Then I take him back home and go pick up Randolynn and we come back down to Raleigh. More driving. haha.
Sunday we don't wake up .. as usual. haha. I take her back to Myrtle Beach. On my way back home, I GET FUCKED PULLED .. AGAIN! This time is was 42 in a 25. So I'm like .. I never saw the 25 sign (because I didn't and I'm almost positive there wasnt one, but I was too tired to go back and check) and he's all like 'it's 25 for less than a mile and then back to 35' So I'm all like 'why are you giving me a ticket if it's less than a mile' and he's all 'get out. We need to search your car.' I'm standing out in cold in the middle of the night freezing while two assholes in some hillbilly town worse than Franklin County (yes, worse than that) search my car. I'm so pissed off at this point. Then the guy turns to me and says 'do you have any dead bodies in your car?' I wanted to curb kick him. I could actually picture his teeth shattering on the cement. And I'm never a violent person. I was just so pissed off that I actually got a ticket for that. And they searched my car and had the nerve to ask if I had dead bodies in my car. So, I'm off again this time with a $180 dollar ticket.
So Monday comes and I think everything is going great. Until I get the most severe cramps I have ever had in my entire life. While walking to tell my manager I couldnt stay anymore because of them, I fainted. In front of everyone. I woke up in a room hooked up to an oxygen tank, a blood pressure checker and a heart beat checker. I was scared. I had no clue what happened at this point. I was just out of it. There were four security guards in there with me and my manager, Stephanie. It took me forever to actually feel normal again. But they wouldnt let me drive home. So April came and picked me up. I felt so horrible.
Tuesday I'm supposed to go into work and April is supposed to take me (because my car is still there) and I wake up at 11am and I'm like .. crap! I slept through my alarm clock. I ended up going to the doctor. They took a lot of blood. Ever had an EKG? Those things suck. I felt like a topless, freezing cold, shivering alien hooked up to that thing. The doctor seriously thinks I'm anorexic. I tried to tell him as calm as I possibly could I out eat all my friends .. put together. He's concerned because I weigh 6 pounds less than I did the last time I was there, a month ago. This is still the most I have ever weighed, though. Christ! So he did blood test to make sure I'm eating. I'm too old for this crap. Tell me what's wrong with me and send me on my way, please. Did I mention he wrote on my chart 'skinny getting skinnier' because he did. Whatever. Anyone who half way knows me knows I've always been this size and has probably seen me eat my fair share of food. I hate it people think they know stuff just by looking. So after all of that, April treated me to a pedicure. That was super nice. And I came home.
And now, I'm waiting for the doctor to get back in touch with me and tell me that I'm eating fine and that my 'blah blah blah' isn't right so I can go on with my life.