Queen of Rambles

I think those magnets turned out really cute, don’t you? All the pics came from a bridal magazine except the one that I obviously did myself. My faves are the pink roses and the hula boy. I think I’m going to take my supplies over to Annica’s house tomorrow and teach her how to do it. Or maybe as part of her birthday package I should include the supplies and the instructions. She was very interested in making them when she was here earlier today.

And now for the big news. . .

The doctor was completely baffled by my condition. It’s not in the right spot for gall stones. In fact, it’s not in the right spot for anything. He said the only thing under the point of pain is muscle and tissue so he was confused. Now, don’t you feel smarter? He did order some blood tests and send in a referral for a sonogram just to make sure. I hope that comes through quickly. He asked me what I thought it was and I told him it must be liver tumors. He laughed and assured me that while he can’t rule anything out at this point, he was fairly sure I didn’t have a tumor.

Obviously I got a guy who speaks English, which was really nice. When I saw him I just about started laughing because I had dinner with him once. Not as in a date, obviously, but at a group thing. He’s married to a Canadian woman who used to be in my Swedish class and my social circle. They actually live in Stockholm now, but he’s doing a few weeks work up here. It’s hard to get doctors to move up to the wasteland we call Kiruna, so they just send random doctors up here to work for a few weeks at a time. That’s one thing I really hate about living here. I’d much prefer to have a regular doctor who sees me every time and knows all about me, instead of a random guy that I’ve met at a dinner party poking around my fat, nekkid belly.

At least I got to have a blood test. I must be crazy, but I love to have my blood drawn. If vampires were real I’d probably love to be their victim (except for that whole dying thing). I used to give blood as often as possible in the States, but haven’t done so here so this was my first blood draw in two years. Exciting!

It was a good thing I don’t mind having my blood taken. The nurse was about the most abrupt person I’ve ever met in my life. She said a total of three words to me the whole time. When I’ve had my blood taken in the States the nurse is always reassuring and friendly and tries to make the process easy and painless. This woman just grabbed my arm, found the vain and stuck the needle in. It didn’t hurt, but it was just strange to be treated in such an abrupt manner. I could have been the type to panic at the site of needles or something but she obviously didn’t care.

What else? Oh yes! I was very relieved that the doctor told me I look very healthy. I was really expecting the doctor to tell me to lose weight but he didn’t mention it at all. I was very surprised when he kept saying “but you look healthy.” and “I’m not really concerned because you look so healthy”. He didn’t tell me that I’m being eaten alive by my fat cells or anything like that. He did ask about a few key foods and seemed very perplexed that I don’t eat any of them (eggs, apples, fatty fish like salmon) but he didn’t mention anything about a diet. I guess my biggest fear when going to the doctor is that he’ll tell me I’m fat and there’s nothing to do about it. Yes, I know I can diet and exercise but I already DO those things. The only diet that works for me is an extremely low carb diet and I just hate it. It doesn’t feel healthy to be taking in all that fat and not have any carbs to clean out my innards. I try to eat only whole grain carbs but I do eat the occasional pizza or sugary snack. I’ve got to wean myself off sugar again I think. It’s just so hard. Bah.

And. . . . .

I dyed the front of my hair blue!!!!

It’s very, very blue. My bathroom is very, very blue. My skin is very, very blue. Everything that the dye touched is very, very blue. And stained. Oj! I took a pic but since it was right after a shower I looked like some sort of medieval hag about to boil up a pot of frog eyes and dragon milk so I think I’ll take a different one tomorrow. I really can’t believe I did it. I knew I was going to do it, but then I got chickened out and decided not to do it. Then I called my mom. She forbade me to dye my hair blue. I’m thirty years old (almost). My mother doesn’t have that sort of power over me. Thus I now have blue hair. I think I’m very glad it is supposed to wash out in 24 shampoos. I just hope it doesn’t bleed out while I’m swimming.

And now it’s back to The Life of Pi. So far it is nothing like I expected but the writing is very engaging so I’m enjoying it. The Author’s Note makes it sound like a true story but I’m not sure if it really is. Michael Crichton’s books always have an Author’s Note that makes his books sound like true stories, but I am pretty sure they are complete fiction. If they aren’t the world is in a lot of trouble.

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