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Had an ultrasound today of my lower right quadrant and am awaiting the results.
I've spent much of this week in and out of doctors offices due to a persistent discomfort and pressure under my right ribcage.
My primary care provider suspects it to be the gallbladder.
The tech that did my ultrasound today said I was noticeably sensitive around the area of my liver.
Then they did blood-work and took six goddamn vials of blood.
Six.
Seriously, I'm a thin dude, I think they took all of my blood. Vampires that dine via tubes; what a shit movie that'd be.
And lets add to this week, shall we?
I was out painting this weekend at the pub that I work at for the Renaissance Faire. Opening day is three weeks away so we're trying to secure everything up. It's in a wooded area. When I woke up Monday morning I noticed what I thought was a back paint spot to the left of my stomach.
I don't remember using black paint.
And I wasn't traipsing all nude-style about the forest.
Whatever, I was fuzzy after just waking up so I scratched at the paint spot, scratched more and then finally had to peel it off. I was doing something later that morning and brushed that area, noticing it hurt. Pulled up my scrubs and gave it a look. There was what looked to be a small hickey with a ring of red around it.
I think it was a tick I pulled off that morning.
A tick.
A fucking tick.
Foul.
Um, hai, I have enough shit going on right now without having to worry about Lyme disease or ehrlichiosis.

Fuck it, moving forward. I really wasn't going to post anything because, truth be told, I'm beginning to lose interest in SG. It's almost too busy to keep up with lately; too much going on, too many updates, too many topics I miss, too many people hawking shit on their blogs.
It's a bit disappointing, really.
I haven't decided if I'm going to stay or go yet but the signal to noise ratio is definitely much more noise than signal and it's causing me to lose interest.

Or maybe I'm just a grump and have too much going on outside of my internet social life.



Ugh, I'm sorry to be a grumpy Gus.
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I'm going to bed.

<3
Scotty