Dec 5th? Yeesh.

When the hell did that happen? *puts note in cellphone scheduler to pick up stamps for Christmas cards I'll be writing on Friday*

I figured I'd dash off a quick note to let everyone know that I'm still kicking. Still no clue what the hell is wrong with me. All signs point to gallbladder, all tests are normal. Go figure. After the first of the year, I go for an endoscopy, where they'll knock my ass out and stuff a tube down my throat to get an upclose look at the gallbladder. I seriously hope they find something, because this? Sucks. I'm getting increasingly bitter about the dietary restrictions. I've got a certain amount of flexibilty, in that I can eat low-fat cheese products, as well as slight dairy, but anything beyond that still causes pain. Hell, it's still pissed over the honey-walnut cream cheese I had the other day--it really hates nuts.

I think what pisses me off most is the fact that I'll be stuck eating like this for the foreseeable future, because even if the endoscopy shows something, I'll have to figure out a time to have the damn thing out, which will require shuffling things at work and figuring out a time when I could have a few days off for the surgery.

In the meantime, I get to suck it up. The one good thing is that I never liked chocolate icing on my birthday cake anyway.

Speaking of which...I'm going to be 34 in 12 days? What the fuck? Yeesh. Who authorized that one?

Oh holy hell.

robanybody, have you seen this?



I think my panties just spontaneously combusted. Guh.
Courtesy of teffy