Can’t sleep.

Don’t know why– I didn’t sleep during the day today . I’m not worried about anything or anything. I’m just not sleepy.
I’m UP!
I’ve been obsessively clicking around blogs and finding that SOME PEOPLE IN THE WORLD SLEEP instead of PROVIDING ME WITH INTERESTING AND ENTERTAINING BLOG POSTS TO READ. What’s up with that? Rob’s given up on trying to entertain me. Even his Fabulous Song Stylings just don’t have that sparkle for me tonight. He’s devastated, yet understanding.
If you wanna look over in Flickr there are a couple of pictures of me wearing a hat that I finished today (started it yesterday). I just cast on for another hat but since my shoulder is SO FREAKIN SORE I think I’ll let it be for awhile.

Want me to tell you about what happened on Friday? Well I’d been feeling kinda nauseous for a couple of days (nothing new with me lately– every couple of months or so, it’s like, I’m driving down the road and all of a sudden I have to pull over and barf. Or whatever). Anyway. I’d just gotten back from a trip to the bathroom for The Barfing (which since I hadn’t had breakfast was more like The Heaving but whatevs) and I sneezed. And then I felt this weird pain in my lower pelvic region. Like, you know. Below the belly button but not in my AREA or anything. I was like “WTF mate?!” All day, it hurt to sit down or stand up or bend/unbend my body in any way. Stabbing pains, you know? But at the end of the day the principal acted all crappily and I just wanted to go home and go to sleep. So I did. I slept flat on my back all night, completely unmoving, because (and yes, I’m serious) I thought I had maybe dislodged an internal organ or my IUD, and didn’t want to give it the chance to move any more off-course than it already was.
I spent the day Saturday feeling nauseous and wondering if I should go to the hospital but not wanting to go because I’m a slacker and although we’ve been back for five months, I haven’t sent for my provincial health card yet (yeah, there’s a three-month time limit. I KNOW!) I was on MSN with my sister and she started telling me that MAYBE I WAS HAVING AN ANEURYSM SO I SHOULD GO TO THE HOSPITAL OH MY GOD LOUISE DON’T STAY HOME YOU MIGHT DIE! so I had her phone the hospital and ask them if they had my other health card number on file. They did, so we went in (Rob and I went, and my sister came too because she needed something at the store, and why waste gas on a half-hour drive to town if you can carpool? We’re eco-friendly). I told the nurse that I wasn’t sure what was going on, but this and that had happened. And she told me they were going to have to put me in the Special Room, so I might have to wait.

Awesome. The Special Room is also known as the Stirrup Room. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about.

What was even better? The doctor who came in? Was this guy my sister went to high school with. I can remember him coming to our house a few times and teasing me about my Michael Jackson poster (by the way, I never WANTED the MJ poster. It creeped me out. But my sis was in love with him, and decreed that there would be a poster of him in every child’s bedroom in the house. My brother had the Thriller poster. I had the Billie Jean one. For the entire year and a half that it was on my wall, I never changed in my room. I tell you HIS EYES WERE FOLLOWING ME). I don’t think he remembered me though. Anyway. He did an ultrasound and the Stirrup Thing and told me that the IUD was in place. Then I peed in a cup and he told me that I didn’t have a bladder infection (aren’t you glad you read this far?) Then he poked around and was like “Huh? It hurts there?” “Yeah.” “Oh, okay. Well. Okay well this could be appendicitis. But if it is, it’s not bad or anything right now, so you can go home. If it gets any worse, come back in”.

So we went home. The next morning at probably around 8:30, the phone rang. It was the doctor. “Hi, I just got home from my shift and realized that we should have done a pregnancy test on you. With an IUD, it would be hard to get pregnant but it would be more likely that you would have an ectopic pregnancy if you did happen to get pregnant”.
Great. So in we went again. And waited like, four hours before someone could take my blood. Then waited another hour for the doctor who was on duty to come in and tell me that everything was negative and I could go home.

SO that’s how I spent my weekend. The pain never got worse, and today I woke up and it’s alot better than it was, so I’m happy. No removing my Internal Organs this week!

OOH! Something to do! I’m gonna go watch me some Veronica Mars. Rob is my TV God because he finds shows that are good and downloads the entire season of them, so that I don’t have to sit around waiting for like, a whole week between episodes. Since I don’t turn the TV on regularly, by the time I see a show that I’d like to see more of, it’s like, two years old, so there’re always plenty of episodes to watch.

* from “Still Crazy After All These Years”, Paul Simon.