Removing the small plantar wart in the office was incredibly painful! Not the cutting into the skin deep down part, but the anesthetic shot, oh my God, just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, it stopped. But then he left me in the room after the shot for an HOUR AND A HALF and I finally went out and complained (being incredibly paranoid about having to touch my foot to the floor of a podiatrist office to grab my socks), and he came rushing in saying he came across some "complications" with a patient. And then gave me ANOTHER painful shot! He said he was going to touch it to see if I felt anything and my foot jumped back in reaction, and he said he hadn't touched it yet. Now every time I walk on it, it feels as bad as a bee sting, with every single step! Tomorrow Mark gets his tiny plantar wart removed, and he's been way cool about it so far, but I have a feeling he's not going to be very happy with me tomorrow. But I'm plantar wart free now! The first time in years! Yay!
I took an anti-psychotic last night (Geoden) because I'd been having so much trouble with anxiety. Today I felt fine, but I couldn't get ready in time for my first class. I took a shower at my regular time and everything, then went back to bed. Not good! I made it to my second class at least. But I didn't take a Geoden tonight, I'm still suspicious that my Vicodin use and stoppage created the anxiety. We'll see how I feel in the next few days or week without an anti-psychotic. I REALLY want off of them! Plus I'd been SO less hungry without Geoden, way noticeable, and then today I was hungry again. So that's another big motivator.
I only have less than 6 days I can miss before the quarter of school is up, and that's about 7.5 weeks out of 12. Sounds like a lot, but 2 will be taken for my OB/GYN surgery, I never go to the extra class on Wednesdays so that's another 8 hours (5 hours in a day), so that's almost 4 hours, leaving 2 days. That's only 10 hours, and God knows I miss enough of my 1st class because I'm too tired. I hope I don't go into probation from missing too much school. I knew I was going to be out a lot this quarter, I just didn't know I was going to cut it so close.
I think I'll have homework for another week or so in school, and after that, it's up to me to practice every day to get my speed up. I just don't think I can do it in time and everyone will pass me in class. Plus I didn't do a whole week's worth of homework, and that's 25% of your grade. Anything under 80% is considered failing the quarter and I'd have to repeat it. Mark will be so pissed with me, I'll be so pissed at myself, I don't know what will happen with financial aid, I really have to buckle down.
My weight loss has stagnated, although I weigh again on Friday. I only lost .6 pounds last week, but that's way better than nothing. That would be more than 26 pounds in a year, so it adds up. I hope my OB/GYN surgery doesn't put me back in weight loss AGAIN, if that is indeed why I gained. I found out the date of my surgery - August 12th.
My birthday is Monday (August 2nd), BOO HISS! I keep forgetting my birthday is coming up, so I haven't given Mark any instructions except what to get me. He just doesn't have an imagination like I do. Our money situation is tight, so I chose something inexpensive, at least for us, a digital camera. The one on my iphone SUCKS BIG TIME, and I found one that got great reviews, was middle of the road price wise, and Mark has already ordered it and gotten it. Long gone are the days when I'd get a Rolex for my birthday. Maybe once I start working again.
That's about it, dull life. I haven't thought much about having a child yet because I don't know what the OB/GYN will find when I have surgery. God may make that decision for me. But it seems like some people my age are already having GRANDCHILDREN, I mean, are you freaking kidding me? I'm only going to be 42, and I could be a GRANDMOTHER? Maybe it's not fair to the child to have them at this stage in life, even though Mark is 34.
I'm way tired for some reason, but I know I'll be up and awake at 2:30a like I am every day. Maybe miracle of all miracles I'll sleep through the night.