nishatalitha

I think I'm coming down with a cold. This is not a good thing, but I am taking coldril and stuff and trying to avoid it getting too bad. I am glad it is the holidays.

Wednesday night was all right. Mum sent me down a mango! I haven't had mango for ages.

Thursday was good. The others almost missed the ferry, but I've had practice. I know that if I'm not about half an hour early, I tend to miss it. Of course, that's just me, and doesn't go for everyone. It's sad that Rachel is leaving. I'm suddenly realising that I should've spent more time with her over the past few months, and that I've missed out on opportunities. But it was good. We watched Cruel Intentions, so I've finally seen that, and some of Braindead which was REALLY gross, when Carmel had to leave and we then watched Josie and the Pussycats. I don't know if you've seen it, zanne, but I you'd really like it. We walked on the beack and found bits and pieces of paua for Rachel, and played on the junglegym of a playground, so my arms are now sore.

And it's likely that I have endiometriosis. My symptoms fit it all, and it's nice to have been to a doctor who can roughly confirm the diagnosis without having to cut me open. To be sure, I'd have to have another operation, but until that happens, we're working with that prognosis. There's an article in the latest Next magazine which talks about it. I can pass it along to people if they want.

But Dr. Koya seemed nice. She appeared somewhat horrified at the fact that I spent six weeks on antibiotics. Apparently they can wreck the lining of your stomach and bowel. All the painkillers that I've been taking can do the same thing to your stomach. Even so, at this stage, I'd rather take the painkillers and deal with possible future problems at a later date. She's big on looking after the entire body, not just taking care of the symptoms. Talked about lifestyle changes, and most of that with the food that you eat, but I'm not doing too badly so far, so that's a good thing. And she's quite happy with the fact that I don't want to be cut open again.

I HATE general anesthetics. And any comments about plumbing on the outside will get the speaker shot!

Depending on whether or not the pain is controllable is whether or not I have another operation. Or not so much controllable, as whether I can keep dealing, keep coping with things and the pain at the same time. I don't want another operation, but at this stage I can't really see how I can ultimately avoid one. Put one off for as long as possible, yes, but totally avoid... doubtful. But it is my choice, and that's nice to know.

I have been given information about laboroscopies that I have absolutely no recollection of being given. Mum reckons that it's because I was in so much pain and information overload at the time, but that doesn't take into account the first op. I had. I don't know if anyone wants this new (to me) information, so just ask if you do. It's just annoying that I don't remember being given it. And some of it I'm positive I was never told. Even if my first op. was five years ago.

I think I might go out soon. There are a couple of embroidery threads that I now need. I've finished all the lettering, and I have started the picture of the violets below it. The lettering is very pretty, and I should really try to keep the verses in mind. I did show it to Dad when he was down here (having just finished the lettering) and he was all: "So where's she [Mum] going to put it then?" Like I care? That part's not my problem. My part is making it because I think she'll like it, and I want to. They can work out somewhere to put it on their own!

And to say I have warped interests. *mutters* Just because they're different from what my family consider normal doesn't mean that they're warped. The interests in that list were: history, classics, science-fiction and fantasy. What's warped in that?

I have now read HP: OotP twice now. I will comment on it sometime later when my stomach isn't telling me that it's sticking to my backbone.