YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Halloween is almost here! The best holiday ever... well, that and St. Patricks Day, of course. I am going to be a zombie pirate, and it is going to be terrific! There is going to be a longer post in the near future... I promise!
xo
xo
SO...
I've been having chest pain for the past few days. Mostly a steady, nagging, pain... nothing unbearable. Today I kept getting awful, stabbing pains so my sister convinced me to go to the hospital. What a fun trip.
A. Triage... I'm talking to the nurse, explaining the pain, having vitals taken, etc. She asks me multiple times how much I smoke, randomly sneaking it in between other questions as if she were trying to trick me into saying something other than "I don't smoke." Then she asks what medications I take, vitamins included. So, I tell her "prenatal vitamins, iron, cranberry, and yaz birth control." At this point she gets all snotty and asks "why are you taking prenatals if you're on birth control?" Because prenatals are awesome vitamins. Bitch.
B. They put me in a "room" with a curtain for a wall that has a huge gap on either side so I can see everyone walking by, and vice versa. I get handed one of those sweet hospital gowns, and am told to change... "we'll give you some privacy" and they close the curtain... leaving a huge gap on either side. Whatever, I'm not shy, I change. Ha.
C. They run an EKG... normal, minus the heart rate increasing when the nurse tells me she's going to give me an IV. I hate needles. With a passion. The thought of a needle nearly made me cry. So, she sticks the thing in my arm, takes a bunch of blood to test, and wanders off. I wait around for a bit, and then get taken to X-ray. X-rays are taken, and I am redeposited in my room. The nurse comes back in and say's she is going to give me a shot for the pain. I told her, "if it involves another shot, I'll just take the pain... let me die." She points out that she only has to push it through the IV line. Duh, I'm retarded.
C. She pushes the pain med, and says something... the med kicks in, like, instantly so I don't catch what she says. I reply with "huh?" She repeats herself. I catch "0 to 10." I'm wondering if I'm supposed to count backwards from 0 to 10 (yes, I was already so loopy that I thought "backwards from 0 to 10") so, again, "huh?" This time I catch it... she was saying "before this kicks in, on a scale from 0 to 10, how would you rate the pain at the moment?" Ha, too late.
D. They end up wheeling me out into the hallway because they needed more rooms, and when theres over crowding in hospitals sometimes you have to get put in the hallway. Theres a crazy broad in the room by me that is going NUTS, it was fairly entertaining. Anywho, after an hour and a half they come and tell me that my X-ray and blood work came back normal, and they can't find anything wrong. They tell me it may be anxiety and tell me to follow up with some doctor. They give me a script for vicodin, and tell me I'm good to go.
E. I stand up, grab my gear and get ready to head to the bathroom to put my clothes back on... the nurse says "oh by the way, you aren't driving, right?" and then tell's my sister (who does not drive, and definately can't drive a stick... which my car is) "she can't drive for AT LEAST another four hours," My sister looks at me, then the nurse and does one of those "uh... uh... uh... yes... yes, I'm driving." Good enough for the nurse, she bids us farewell. We head out to the car, and I drive away. Suckers.
F. After getting my meds, and wandering around the grocery store for a bit, we head home. My chest pain comes back shortly after so I take one of my vicodin. I attempt to watch the new Harold and Kumar movie. I don't know if it was whatever they gave me at the hospital, the vicodin or the combo of both but the movie did nothing but confuse me. Not to mention that my sister was talking on the phone at the same time, so I couldn't focus on anything. It was weird.
Anywho... so, probably two grand later... I am told that they have no clue whats wrong with me and give me drugs. They probably think that I'm one of those people that just go to the hospital and fake something to get drugs.
I am going to follow up with the doctor because I have been having anxiety issues again recently. Awesome. I hate being on medication for it but when I'm not, I get so aprehensive... it sucks. Plus, if it gets rid of the chest pain, I'll do anything.
The end.
P.S.
Frankus is a loserface. Haha... j/k He has been listening to me whine for the past hour. He's a good friend... and very tolerant hahaha
I've been having chest pain for the past few days. Mostly a steady, nagging, pain... nothing unbearable. Today I kept getting awful, stabbing pains so my sister convinced me to go to the hospital. What a fun trip.
A. Triage... I'm talking to the nurse, explaining the pain, having vitals taken, etc. She asks me multiple times how much I smoke, randomly sneaking it in between other questions as if she were trying to trick me into saying something other than "I don't smoke." Then she asks what medications I take, vitamins included. So, I tell her "prenatal vitamins, iron, cranberry, and yaz birth control." At this point she gets all snotty and asks "why are you taking prenatals if you're on birth control?" Because prenatals are awesome vitamins. Bitch.
B. They put me in a "room" with a curtain for a wall that has a huge gap on either side so I can see everyone walking by, and vice versa. I get handed one of those sweet hospital gowns, and am told to change... "we'll give you some privacy" and they close the curtain... leaving a huge gap on either side. Whatever, I'm not shy, I change. Ha.
C. They run an EKG... normal, minus the heart rate increasing when the nurse tells me she's going to give me an IV. I hate needles. With a passion. The thought of a needle nearly made me cry. So, she sticks the thing in my arm, takes a bunch of blood to test, and wanders off. I wait around for a bit, and then get taken to X-ray. X-rays are taken, and I am redeposited in my room. The nurse comes back in and say's she is going to give me a shot for the pain. I told her, "if it involves another shot, I'll just take the pain... let me die." She points out that she only has to push it through the IV line. Duh, I'm retarded.
C. She pushes the pain med, and says something... the med kicks in, like, instantly so I don't catch what she says. I reply with "huh?" She repeats herself. I catch "0 to 10." I'm wondering if I'm supposed to count backwards from 0 to 10 (yes, I was already so loopy that I thought "backwards from 0 to 10") so, again, "huh?" This time I catch it... she was saying "before this kicks in, on a scale from 0 to 10, how would you rate the pain at the moment?" Ha, too late.
D. They end up wheeling me out into the hallway because they needed more rooms, and when theres over crowding in hospitals sometimes you have to get put in the hallway. Theres a crazy broad in the room by me that is going NUTS, it was fairly entertaining. Anywho, after an hour and a half they come and tell me that my X-ray and blood work came back normal, and they can't find anything wrong. They tell me it may be anxiety and tell me to follow up with some doctor. They give me a script for vicodin, and tell me I'm good to go.
E. I stand up, grab my gear and get ready to head to the bathroom to put my clothes back on... the nurse says "oh by the way, you aren't driving, right?" and then tell's my sister (who does not drive, and definately can't drive a stick... which my car is) "she can't drive for AT LEAST another four hours," My sister looks at me, then the nurse and does one of those "uh... uh... uh... yes... yes, I'm driving." Good enough for the nurse, she bids us farewell. We head out to the car, and I drive away. Suckers.
F. After getting my meds, and wandering around the grocery store for a bit, we head home. My chest pain comes back shortly after so I take one of my vicodin. I attempt to watch the new Harold and Kumar movie. I don't know if it was whatever they gave me at the hospital, the vicodin or the combo of both but the movie did nothing but confuse me. Not to mention that my sister was talking on the phone at the same time, so I couldn't focus on anything. It was weird.
Anywho... so, probably two grand later... I am told that they have no clue whats wrong with me and give me drugs. They probably think that I'm one of those people that just go to the hospital and fake something to get drugs.
I am going to follow up with the doctor because I have been having anxiety issues again recently. Awesome. I hate being on medication for it but when I'm not, I get so aprehensive... it sucks. Plus, if it gets rid of the chest pain, I'll do anything.
The end.
P.S.
Frankus is a loserface. Haha... j/k He has been listening to me whine for the past hour. He's a good friend... and very tolerant hahaha
Drunken Kaos.
Ok so... my mother and her boyfriend go to karaoke at a local pub every week. I usually don't go with but last night decided I would go for a little bit and have a couple beers with them. WELL... some random guy opted to keep buying us mystery shots. Jamie (moms bf) and I don't turn down free alcohol no matter what. Mom didn't like the shots so we took turns taking hers. We proceeded to get shit faced. The random weird guy felt the need to repeatedly serenade me with the same song... like, get down on his knees, grab my hand and just pour his poor drunken heart out. Good times. I told him that I have a boyfriend, and that he didn't need to keep buying us shots but he insisted so whatever. Well, eventually we leave the bar and decide that we need more beer (because more beer is ALWAYS a great idea when you are fit shaced). So, we adventured to the grocery store and got beer. When we were leaving, there was a display of watermelons outside so we thought it would be funny to do a watermelon heist. Like... really, I don't know what makes retarded ideas so brilliant when you're drunk but it was brilliant at the time. So, we are walking back to the house... mom with the beer and Jamie and I with our newly aquired watermelons. I trip crossing the street, get road rash all over my hand aaaaaaaand watermelon all over the street. Needless to say, people driving by thought it was hilarious. So hilarious, in fact, that they didn't notice Jamie peeing on the bushes. Eventually we complete our drunken stumble home and drink one beer each before opting to go to sleep. Ha.
On my way to work today, I saw watermelon smashed all over the street... it made me giggle.
Jamie was thinking about it today and concluded that the mystery shots were apple pie shots. They were the size of two shots, and served in a glass. Aparently these are made with everclear... which explains our ridiculous level of drunken awesomeness.
All in all... victory me.
My hand hurts.
sidewalk 1, me 0...
Ok so... my mother and her boyfriend go to karaoke at a local pub every week. I usually don't go with but last night decided I would go for a little bit and have a couple beers with them. WELL... some random guy opted to keep buying us mystery shots. Jamie (moms bf) and I don't turn down free alcohol no matter what. Mom didn't like the shots so we took turns taking hers. We proceeded to get shit faced. The random weird guy felt the need to repeatedly serenade me with the same song... like, get down on his knees, grab my hand and just pour his poor drunken heart out. Good times. I told him that I have a boyfriend, and that he didn't need to keep buying us shots but he insisted so whatever. Well, eventually we leave the bar and decide that we need more beer (because more beer is ALWAYS a great idea when you are fit shaced). So, we adventured to the grocery store and got beer. When we were leaving, there was a display of watermelons outside so we thought it would be funny to do a watermelon heist. Like... really, I don't know what makes retarded ideas so brilliant when you're drunk but it was brilliant at the time. So, we are walking back to the house... mom with the beer and Jamie and I with our newly aquired watermelons. I trip crossing the street, get road rash all over my hand aaaaaaaand watermelon all over the street. Needless to say, people driving by thought it was hilarious. So hilarious, in fact, that they didn't notice Jamie peeing on the bushes. Eventually we complete our drunken stumble home and drink one beer each before opting to go to sleep. Ha.
On my way to work today, I saw watermelon smashed all over the street... it made me giggle.
Jamie was thinking about it today and concluded that the mystery shots were apple pie shots. They were the size of two shots, and served in a glass. Aparently these are made with everclear... which explains our ridiculous level of drunken awesomeness.
All in all... victory me.
My hand hurts.
sidewalk 1, me 0...
Guess who is back? Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... obviously.
For those of you who didn't know... I moved to Iowa for a whopping month. It wasn't as shitty as I had expected. However, the relationship thing didn't work out...
A couple days before Jason and I were leaving for Iowa, I noticed he was texting a lot and he NEVER texts. So, I'm nosey and checked it out... he was texting another chick. I confronted him about it (I won't go into details of it but it was a chick he met while he was working in Texas). He denied anything happening despite the fact that I SAW the messages. So, I got the number and called the girl. Turns out hey had slept together. Well, Jason apologized bla bla bla, and told me it made him realize how much he wanted to be with me. SO... I'm dumb, I moved to Iowa with him. Things were good for a month or so and then I noticed him texting again... this time he was texting a chick that he cheated on his ex with about how they should hook up when we go to Colorado (he moves for work a lot). Fuck that. Our relationship has had it's up's and downs... off and on for 6 years. If after 6 years he can't be faithful to me then I don't need him.
He is still messaging me telling me that he want's to be with me and that he just needs his space. Uh... HELLO?! Really? I mean... I was naieve before but my lesson has been well learned. I have given him so so many chances, and he screwed me over every time. Looked me in the face and lied to me more times than I can count. Ha.
Anywho... I don't want comments about how "I'm sorry to hear that" etc... because no one should be. This is the best thing that could have happened to me. I am back in Seattle, and loving it. I have met some incredible people in the past couple weeks... things are finally going my way.
Also, I would like to announce that I have decided to get my shit in gear and re shoot for SG...
So, look out SG... Kaos is back!
xo
For those of you who didn't know... I moved to Iowa for a whopping month. It wasn't as shitty as I had expected. However, the relationship thing didn't work out...
A couple days before Jason and I were leaving for Iowa, I noticed he was texting a lot and he NEVER texts. So, I'm nosey and checked it out... he was texting another chick. I confronted him about it (I won't go into details of it but it was a chick he met while he was working in Texas). He denied anything happening despite the fact that I SAW the messages. So, I got the number and called the girl. Turns out hey had slept together. Well, Jason apologized bla bla bla, and told me it made him realize how much he wanted to be with me. SO... I'm dumb, I moved to Iowa with him. Things were good for a month or so and then I noticed him texting again... this time he was texting a chick that he cheated on his ex with about how they should hook up when we go to Colorado (he moves for work a lot). Fuck that. Our relationship has had it's up's and downs... off and on for 6 years. If after 6 years he can't be faithful to me then I don't need him.
He is still messaging me telling me that he want's to be with me and that he just needs his space. Uh... HELLO?! Really? I mean... I was naieve before but my lesson has been well learned. I have given him so so many chances, and he screwed me over every time. Looked me in the face and lied to me more times than I can count. Ha.
Anywho... I don't want comments about how "I'm sorry to hear that" etc... because no one should be. This is the best thing that could have happened to me. I am back in Seattle, and loving it. I have met some incredible people in the past couple weeks... things are finally going my way.
Also, I would like to announce that I have decided to get my shit in gear and re shoot for SG...
So, look out SG... Kaos is back!
xo
My buddy Frankus is demanding a new blog so here it is...
Not much is new on my end. Same shit different day. The Misfits played in Bakersfield recently, and unfortunately I had to work... thus did not get to go
I did, however, get to spend Tuesday through Friday of last week at Pismo Beach. That was pretty fun. The weather was beautiful, we drunkenly went looking for beached whales at 2am (the bf is convinced thats when they beach themselves... long story). One of the doors to exit our condo lead directly into an arcade, so at night when it closed down we were still allowed to use it, pretty neat.
Tomorrow, I have to work... lame. Our bar closes around 11 during the week... I'll probably get off work around 10:15 depending how busy it is... so theres a little time to make everyone buy me birthday drinks and get me a little buzzed before close. We shall see.
Thats about all for now...
xoxox
Not much is new on my end. Same shit different day. The Misfits played in Bakersfield recently, and unfortunately I had to work... thus did not get to go
I did, however, get to spend Tuesday through Friday of last week at Pismo Beach. That was pretty fun. The weather was beautiful, we drunkenly went looking for beached whales at 2am (the bf is convinced thats when they beach themselves... long story). One of the doors to exit our condo lead directly into an arcade, so at night when it closed down we were still allowed to use it, pretty neat.
Tomorrow, I have to work... lame. Our bar closes around 11 during the week... I'll probably get off work around 10:15 depending how busy it is... so theres a little time to make everyone buy me birthday drinks and get me a little buzzed before close. We shall see.
Thats about all for now...
xoxox
Fuck all that mopey stuff... I put up a new album with lots of pic's. "The set that never was" and theres some pic's in it that I find to be super rad. So... cheer me up, go see me naked *lol*.
The end (hey, I posted earlier too!)... back to the beer.
The end (hey, I posted earlier too!)... back to the beer.
Do you ever get the feeling things are just falling apart? Well, you all know what has been going on... if not, then check out the previous blog. Things just don't seem to be getting any better. I hate feeling like he's not happy, and I hate being unhappy. It doesn't seem like it's going to change, so whats the point? You can only put so much into a relationship... but it's looking like about 5 years are going down the drain. That blows.
My mom and my old boss both called me the other day. They're both trying to bribe me to move back to Seattle... along with everyone else of course haha. It's looking like a better idea every day. I attempted this damn town again, attempted the relationship again... maybe Seattle really is where I'm supposed to be?
My mom and my old boss both called me the other day. They're both trying to bribe me to move back to Seattle... along with everyone else of course haha. It's looking like a better idea every day. I attempted this damn town again, attempted the relationship again... maybe Seattle really is where I'm supposed to be?
I fucking give up. I don't know what the fuck his deal is but I know for damn sure it's not my fault... GRRR... I'm sure this isn't anything the world cares to hear about but I'm venting so if you want to read on, feel free haha. My boyfriend used to be very into sex... at least once a day. Now it's once a week... maybe. I found these links for personals sites on my visited websites and confronted him about it and he said it was so he could look at pics for free, and not have to have a credit card. He also said that he doesn't respond to any of his messages. Well, I was kinda iffy about it but blew it off. So the other day I scope out one and see for myself. His profile suggsts otherwise and that he does answer his messages. So I created a profile to fuck with him... (not a fake profile) and talked about how my bf would rather beat off to bitches online than satisfy me... and sent him a message asking what else he lies to me about. I've told him that if he's not happy with me or I'm doing something wrong, to tell me... I'd rather know. He swears thats not it. Grr... what to do. Ha if you want to scope it out it's www.meonyou.com and my name is miss_chaos (and I'm full of shit on there, I'm in no way interested in cyber sex haha) his is old7jackd.
Good god, someone cheer me up.
Good god, someone cheer me up.
Grr... I get online today and was looking through my pic's and noticed that I've commented "I loved it" multiple times on random folders... but I didn't. Which means someone else did. Hrm... I changed my password, hopefully that will be the end of that. I'll comment everyone back later on, I have to go accomplish stuff today.
OK... aparently tonight has ended up a "Cyndy is stuck alone night" so I have time to update... I got promoted to night manager, and havent had the internet until yesterday soooo... I"m sorry! It's not been the best of days for me... I was half hour late to work yesterday so my bf could have cable to watch the playoffs... worked last night, come home and him and some of our friends are drinking which is fine but I was sleepy so I went to bed after a beer. Left work at 11p last night, worked at 10a today... Today, I called him at 4 (got off work at five), and told him I was going to cook dinner tonight. He got off early today (at 1)... I came home, he was hungover, asleep on the couch. I cleaned up all the beer cans from last night, did all the dishes, went to the grocery store... spent 2 hours making chicken and dumplings... he woke up to eat, and went back to sleep. god, I feel like a pushover but if I don't do it no one will. I don't drive if I've been drinking, and I drank while cooking so I'm stuck here and everyone is missing in action tonight... save me. Time to comment everyone back....
