So this is to be my first graded blog in Writer's Comp II. I haven't previously mentioned this, but I was actually required to start this blog for that class. And now she is grading them! AHH!!
Just kidding! What could be easier than being graded on writing whatever you want? Well, I'm sure it's not whatever, but as long as it's relevant and thought out. :)
This blog will be on: snails. I have a deadly phobia of worms, snails, slugs, and all such evil creatures. I say deadly, because I am not only a danger to myself when confronted with these satanic beings, but also anyone in my way! I really don't know what caused this phobia or why I'm so frightened, but I know I have it. So does my husband.
Now I don't mean for that to sound as menacing as it did. It's just that we bought this second-hand, extremely beautiful aquarium from someone recently... that happened to be harboring snails I didn't want nor need to know about. What would a caring and compassionate husband do when he found these offenders? He would dispose of them and never EVER let his poor wife know that they ever existed.
What did my husband do? He woke me up from a much needed nap with the question: "Did you know we had snails?" Heck, no I didn't know! Otherwise that thing would have been flung out our 3 story window! After I informed him of his blunder, he properly disposed of the vile creatures, but the damage has been done. My stomach is in knots and I will not go near any location that may house the vilians. My plants will wither, the fish will starve, the bathroom will go unclean... All because a husband didn't know when to lie to his wife. What is the world coming to?!?!
*Scoleciphobia-the fear of worms
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Day of the German Doctor
OK, so I'm not new to going to the doctor. There's something wrong, you're in pain, you go to the doctor. That's fine, unless you've just moved to a new country! I really wish I'd done some cultural research now before going to my pulmonologist appointment!
Background: Somewhere around February 2009, I went to my local ER at Malcolm Grow Medical Center, Andrews AFB, MD for a cold. I knew it was a cold, but I really just needed that proof that I was sick to take back to my employer. The staff was very thorough and did a chest X-ray. A few weeks later, I get a call saying the X-ray was abnormal and I need a CT scan done. A couple of months later, I have a CT done with contrast (a radioactive dye that kicks my butt and makes me sick for days afterward). The test came back inconclusive (meaning they couldn't tell if it was cancer or not), so I was sent to a pulmonologist (lung specialist).
The pulmonologist did some lung resiliency tests but said, due to my age and overall appearance of health, he would not do a lung biopsy. He said it was most likely lung sarcoidosis, but that another CT scan should be performed to make sure there was no growth (which would be an indicator of cancer). He then informed me that if it was cancer I would be too far along for anything to be done and sent me on my way. Needless to say, I was petrified!
Many months later (about 4 months) and a move to Germany brought me to where this blog began: my appointment with a German pulmonologist. I went in there not knowing what to expect, scared, and a little cowed by my surroundings. Those feelings didn't last long. I was still very nervous, but my doctor was extremely pleasant and calmed me as much as he could, considering. That was until... He told me to take off my shirt!
Now I know for many that wouldn't be a big deal. "Sure!" you'd say as the doctor or nurse handed you a sheet and left the room for privacy. No; not the Germans. They stay in the room with you and there is no sheet! LOL My male doctor literally stood like a foot away while I tore my shirt off. Being an American, this was an experience! And, idiot that I am, I had taken my husband who was all but falling on the floor laughing at my mortification!
And to be the jerk that my hubby is, he decided to take the closed umbrella he was holding, place it between his legs, and then hit the button that causes the umbrella to eject. I could have killed him in that moment! Now I was trying not to laugh and take deep breaths as the doctor asked. To make matters worse, I have an extremely fast heart rate. The doctor hearing this puts a hand on his hip and proceeds to say "Am I making you nervous?" As if being asked to strip down and still being stripped down weren't embarrassing enough!!
All in all, a very interesting day. I made appointments to see my doctor again, do another lung resiliency test, and now an EKG. Oh and while pressing on my stomach, the doctor found something he didn't like, so if it is still like that on my next visit... I'll be having a colonoscopy at the ripe old age of 22!
LOL What a day!
Background: Somewhere around February 2009, I went to my local ER at Malcolm Grow Medical Center, Andrews AFB, MD for a cold. I knew it was a cold, but I really just needed that proof that I was sick to take back to my employer. The staff was very thorough and did a chest X-ray. A few weeks later, I get a call saying the X-ray was abnormal and I need a CT scan done. A couple of months later, I have a CT done with contrast (a radioactive dye that kicks my butt and makes me sick for days afterward). The test came back inconclusive (meaning they couldn't tell if it was cancer or not), so I was sent to a pulmonologist (lung specialist).
The pulmonologist did some lung resiliency tests but said, due to my age and overall appearance of health, he would not do a lung biopsy. He said it was most likely lung sarcoidosis, but that another CT scan should be performed to make sure there was no growth (which would be an indicator of cancer). He then informed me that if it was cancer I would be too far along for anything to be done and sent me on my way. Needless to say, I was petrified!
Many months later (about 4 months) and a move to Germany brought me to where this blog began: my appointment with a German pulmonologist. I went in there not knowing what to expect, scared, and a little cowed by my surroundings. Those feelings didn't last long. I was still very nervous, but my doctor was extremely pleasant and calmed me as much as he could, considering. That was until... He told me to take off my shirt!
Now I know for many that wouldn't be a big deal. "Sure!" you'd say as the doctor or nurse handed you a sheet and left the room for privacy. No; not the Germans. They stay in the room with you and there is no sheet! LOL My male doctor literally stood like a foot away while I tore my shirt off. Being an American, this was an experience! And, idiot that I am, I had taken my husband who was all but falling on the floor laughing at my mortification!
And to be the jerk that my hubby is, he decided to take the closed umbrella he was holding, place it between his legs, and then hit the button that causes the umbrella to eject. I could have killed him in that moment! Now I was trying not to laugh and take deep breaths as the doctor asked. To make matters worse, I have an extremely fast heart rate. The doctor hearing this puts a hand on his hip and proceeds to say "Am I making you nervous?" As if being asked to strip down and still being stripped down weren't embarrassing enough!!
All in all, a very interesting day. I made appointments to see my doctor again, do another lung resiliency test, and now an EKG. Oh and while pressing on my stomach, the doctor found something he didn't like, so if it is still like that on my next visit... I'll be having a colonoscopy at the ripe old age of 22!
LOL What a day!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
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