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My Life Thus Far
2006-02-16 03:43:48 (UTC)

FAT, FAT, FAT

My days have become so complex, writing about them gets
more difficult everyday. I seems like I've got so much to
talk about, I don't know where to start, but I'll give it
my best shot:

Sleeping with Snookums last night was so wonderful! I'd
forgotten (or just took advantage of) how soothing being
held can be. Snookie and I spooned all night and he woke
up an hour late this morning, but he still managed to get
to work on time. The girls and I left on schedule and my
day started off great.

Work is progressively getting better with each week that
passes. Today I stepped in as hygiene assistant AND I got
to observe a surgical extraction of teeth 1 and 32 (the
top and bottom wisdom teeth on the right side). When the
doctor cut into the gingival tissue and retracted it, you
could actually see the tooth embedded into the actual
jawbone. It was SO COOL! Of course, I say this because I
wasn't the one being sliced open. My time there flew by
and before I knew it it was 1pm and I was out of there.

I had a great workout. I was really in the mood for a good
sweat. I did 20 minutes on the elliptical machine, 20 on
the treadmill and 20 minutes of stability ball and mat
stretches. Snookums even walked over from the ship to keep
me company while I did my ab and butt stretches. We had a
nice little talk (about him taking over the role of
Leading Petty Officer when his 1st class leaves in 3
months) and planned our evening out.

We went out to dinner at Puerto Vallarta (a mexican
restaurant). Which wasn't such a wise move for me, even
though I had a chicken taco salad minus the taco shell and
sour cream, but I did have cheese and now I'm in pain so
bad, I broke into tears and threw a box of Valentine
chocolates, because I couldn't eat them, but really wanted
to, thanks to this intense stabbing I'm experiencing in my
side. Why am I being punished for eating something as
harmless as cheese and chocolate? FAT, that's why. I
simply can't have it or my gallbladder goes crazy, causing
the pain, but I want FAT. I love FAT, who doesn't? I took
a Vicodin and it's starting to work, but I'm mad at
whatever physiological causes that gave me this disease
and I'm mad that my doctor is taking so long to resolve
it. I've got an appointment with her tomorrow about the
urethral stones (which we don't actually know I have), but
we won't be doing anything about the gallbladder until
after the ultrasound, which isn't until next Tuesday. I
don't know when I'll see her again after the ultrasound. I
don't even have an appointment scheduled. This feels like
it's going to go on forever.

Snookums is trying to take care of me. He held me while I
cried and cleaned up my mess (chocolates went in all
directions). He's going to take a shower with me and help
me get to bed. Sometimes when he take such good care of
me, I wonder how I manage when he isn't around? I don't
deserve a man that loves me so much. But, if I hadn't
found him some other woman would just be taking advantage
of his open-heartedness and hurting him, and I couldn't
ever let that happen. I maybe a selfish baby that wants
things my way, but I love that man with all my heart. No
one could love him more. Ciao.

P.S. I don't put a lot of importance on Valentine's Day,
since I'm treated like a Queen 365 days a year, but
Snookie did buy me 2 dozen pink and red roses. He loved
the bracelet I got for him. He showed it off to all the
guys at work. I'm SO glad I made the right choice. I guess
diamonds are a guy's best friend, too! He deserved
something nice, since he is always doing the same for me.
Okay, Ciao for real now!




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