Life as now

After being sick pretty much all winter, I went to the doctor to see what the hell was up. I was nauseous all the time, my stomach hurt, I never ate so I lost a bunch of weight. The doctor originally prescribed some kind of antacid which did not help. I hate drug companies. Anyway, after it didn't work my doctor took a bunch of my precious, precious blood and ran a bunch of different tests. Apparently one was a really expensive one, but good thing you have health insurance! That's what the nurse said to me. Yeah but I have to pay my deductible. So I'm still paying for it. And that turned out negative, I want a refund. But what it did show was that I have H. Pylori. It's some stomach bacteria that like 50% of the world has but symptoms aren't always present. I could have picked it up when I was younger and it never affected me until now. I looked it up and I had EVERY symptom except one, vomiting. Luckily the nausea has never gotten to that point. But it was like a ray of light shining down. I know what's wrong!! I know what's wrong with me! So they prescribed this crazy (read: expensive) treatment of antibiotics. Which funnily enough have the same side effects as my symptoms. Actually worse. On top of all the regular stuff I had a horrible metallic taste in my mouth for days. Really, really horrible. But the treatment should make me right as rain.

My doctor also send me to a surgeon (who I like way more than my regular doctor) and she scheduled me for an ultrasound to rule out ovarian cysts and gallstones. The ultrasound was on Tuesday and then I had a follow up with her on Thursday to discuss the results. Apparently I have polycystic ovarian syndrome. Lots of little cysts on my follicles basically. The doctor said my primary doctor would be prescribing me birth control as that's how it's treated. I don't know what this will mean as far as the whole makin' babies thing, we're just gonna have to wait and see. Most of the sites I've found say exercise and a low GI diet are good ways to combat PCOS. Which sounds a lot better than hormones.

On top of all this, I'm sick. Like bleeeh flu sick. After my doctor appointment I only made it two hours before I had to come home and crawl into bed. And I couldn't get up today either. I suppose it's the antibiotics lowering my immunity. Although I did make it downstairs once today and I might make it down again. We'll see.

But for now I have two lovely kitties keeping me company. We got a kitten! And not just any kitten, oh no! My beautiful K had to drive to Anchorage for work and was up there a week. The day before she came back she send me a bunch of pictures of cats in a shelter and told me she was getting one. I was sick and exhausted from the meds and super deep cleaning the house in prep of the surprise party I was throwing her the next night, so I didn't really believe her. But she said she picked one out and she was bringing it home. Luckily I only had one more day to wait to see them and plenty to do to keep me busy until then. At the same time K was picking out a kitten and visiting her fam-damily up in ANC, I was planning her golden birthday party. She turned 28 on the 28th and all she said she wanted was a party. So the roomie and I went to every store ON EARTH to look for gold decorations and things that could pass for gold. I was really impressed with what we came up with actually. It was a super fun theme. We had gold, orange, yellow snacks, drinks, a "special" four layer lemon cake, and fixings for fancy shmancy grilled cheese panini's. And gold crowns and Ed Hardy tattoos that I found at the last moment.

Below I give you party and new kitty pics. And a shot of the art I framed for K, found on my interweb love, etsy. Our little kitten's name is M.C. Lou for Mama Cass because we both love Mama Cass. And it also stands for Micro Cat because she is TINY! And the other crazy thing about her is her front feet. They both have extra feet, or at least the start of extra feet. The "thumb" toe on each of her front feet have more than one claw. One has three and a little pad below them and the other isn't quite as developed. We should have named her Chernobyl. Jack thinks we should have never adopted her, but what does Jack know? She's just mad she has to now share us. But it's been about two weeks now and they get along much better. Not quite BFF's but they'll get there.

I am a lucky girl.