The Time Has Come

My Hysteria

As a smoker (and a fairly heavy one at times), I've come to the realization that I don't necessarily make the most "body-conscious" decisions.  I fully expect to have some kind of ramifications from leading a sedentary lifestyle...when I'm 70.  Things that can potentially hinder my daily life of video games, pizza, and bitch eye stares freak me out.  I overreact, it's in my blood, especially when it comes to something I have to go to the doctor for...I need a physical?  FFS they're going to find that my love handles are actually a forgotten siamese twin that's just now strong enough to spit cancer into my body.
THESE ARE THE THINGS I'M SURE OF!

To the main and boring point, anyone who has shared a room with me knows about my sleeping issues...or rather my non-sleeping issues.  My circadian rhythm decided to rebel against society around the time Ace of Base ruled my world.  Obviously, your body only getting tired during the day is not a widely accepted belief...so everyone would just say "Oh, she's lazy".  Even when I would wake up after a long (hopefully) dream session of being Mary Todd Lincoln, I never had any energy to do much of anything.

Fast forward to the first time I've had insurance in five years.  Routine tests and massive blood taking aside...they find out OH! your thyroid sucks, like really sucks...big bad autoimmune system thinks it sucks so much, it's trying to destroy it.  So, I FREAK THE FUCK OUT...you say the words autoimmune to anyone or even that part of your body is attacking something...YOU FREAK THE FUCK OUT, I don't care who you are.

Now, it's time for the ultrasound...gah don't I feel stupid I didn't even know where my thyroid was.  RESULTS!!!!  Over the phone, no less.  An overworked nurse calls and says "We found a nodule on your neck, starting you on thyroid medication today....have to monitor to see if it gets bigger".  That's it..................................I freak. What?!?!?!?  A nodule?  What kind?  Cancer?!?!  What kind of medicine?  What if it does get bigger????  Nope, no answers for those questions...

I go back in and after waiting for 30 minutes...I receive Google...not a nurse (although she was in the room letting google speak through her).  After my first question..."well, here let me google it for you"...I can GOOGLE IT MYSELF thank you, that's not why I pay you.  I will throw Joan Crawford wire hanger type fits in a doctor's office TEMPT ME...end rant

The Beginning

   One of the hardest things to accomplish when creating something is starting and committing to it.  I pondered many different ideas on what it is I felt pushed my ideas ahead of others in order to be "blog-worthy".  I came up with nothing, hence the title "Why I Shouldn't Have a Blog".

 
   I've been gently pushed and encouraged to convey my idiotic and mostly controversial thoughts to a blog for quite some time.  I rebelled against such an idea because of my tendency to be pig headed and have a sharp tongue without thinking of repercussions.  In most situations, this doesn't bother me...love or hate me...I'll feel the same about you. 


 
   While, most people start these things with a central theme to keep someone interested...I shall not.  If you know me, you know that my thoughts and ramblings are more sporadic than my hair color.  Pinning myself down to one simple thread would defeat the purpose of a "blog" for me.


Whether I go on a rant about:
My itchy sweater
My dogs
Hatred of Jager
Hypocrisy of certain organizations I WAS a part of
The strange occurrences of my every day life
The Christmas tree I've had up for over a year now...
My new life of nothing

Miscellaneous thoughts on cheese and why I'm an uber nerd


   Point is, I have no point...but I do have time that needs to be wasted.