Resuming transmission

Sunday, May 24th, 2009 | Bad Days | 1 Comment

A little while ago, I noticed a bit of a scaley piece of skin on my face. No amount of dermalogica exfoliant was going to clear it up. It showed up one night, and decided to stick around. Then, it started to become a bit of a scabby looking sore. Urgh.

Because I’m ultra paranoid about skin type things, I went to see my Doc. He’s the sensible type, but as soon as he spotted the little spot he whipped out the dry ice. Psssshhhhrrrtttt. Cop that.

A few months later, the little spot was back! Persistant little fucker. Back to the Doc I went, and out came the dry ice once more. This time, he decided that it was better to be safe than sorry. He spent about 45 minutes burning things out of my forehead, including the little scaley sore. I thought he got a bit trigger happy, and when he made advances towards my nose I actually whimpered. This time around, the blister was substantial and it was a little difficult to hide. Comments were made, and I found myself constantly reassuring people - No, I dont have a rare and disfiguring tropical disease. I dont have leprosy. I’m not from Ipswich.

When the little thug decided to grow back yet again, the doc threw up his hands and suggested I see somebody with a better weapons. He sent me to a surgeon. Surgeon took one look at it and decided that the little scabby thing needed to go.

When any doctor says to you “this may sting a little” you know that you’re going to have to contort your face and hiss when anything so much as touches you. It did sting, but on the grand scale of stinging things it was pretty mild. It was only after the pain killers started to wear off that the pain really kicked in.

I’ve never had a migrane, but the after affects of my little brow-lift were damn close. I had the sensitivity to light, the pounding headache, the nausia - horrible. Next time, I’m going to demand morphine. Sadly, the doc tells me to expect a ‘next time’. I’m almost 30, and constantly cutting out pieces of my flesh wasn’t the weight loss campaign I had in mind.

In any case - here’s the pic of the damage.

11 stitches!!!

I’m going to chance my screen name to “FRANKENSTEIN”!!

Huzzah!

Tags: cancer, frankenstien, sun spot, surgeon

Damn

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008 | Bad Days, Doyle Reviews | No Comments

The last few days have been pretty topsy-turvey.

I’m not really one for a set routine, or living my life to a rigid agenda - but things are getting a little out of control!

The weekend was pretty awesome - I managed to catch up with my two younger cousins, and drag them along to Whitewater World. Ok, so there was very little dragging as it was more a case of “Keep up, Jac!” Waterslides and me have been friends for quite some time, so when the Crash asked me: “Hey Jac, wanna go on the Ultra-mega-scary waterslide of DOOM?”
My response was rather casual.
“Race ya there!”

After a day filled with energy and adrenalin, the only way I could top it was to pierce my bellybutton. So I did. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. Prior to actually having it done, I didn’t believe anybody who told me that it didn’t hurt. STICKING STEEL NEEDLES IN YOUR ARM HURTS!! I didn’t quite understand why sticking a steel needle THROUGH your bellybutton would suddenly not hurt at all.

But, y’know, it didn’t actually hurt all that much.
I’ve had more painful experiences with bikini waxing.

So, I’m now entirely focused on keeping my belly button squeaky clean to stop any goobers from infecting my new little piece of body art. I’ll have to find somewhere else to store my goobers. Advice?

Then, yesterday, after a bit of a torrid day at work I ventured forth to see Wall E. Was a bit of “sweet overload” but quite entertaining. I think I ‘awwwed’ and ‘ooooohed’ a few dozen times - but I think I may have strained my cuteness muscle.

And it totally managed to take my mind off the fact that I had just put a very ugly scratch down the side of my fucking car.

PRICK OF A THING.

$500 later, AAMI will be making poor Girty feel like her pretty self once again.
Fuck it. I know I wasn’t having a brilliant day, but jeeze.

Tags: bad day, car, movies, piercings

All messed up

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008 | Bad Days, Good Days, Idiocy, Insanity | 1 Comment

Right now, my brain resembles overcooked scrambled eggs.

I don’t have the mental capacity to put this all into an entertaining format. Disappointingly, I’m going to resort to blogging via dot-point. Deal with it.

• When something totally unexpected happens, roll with it.
• Brisbane River is very pretty at night
• My knee has a few issues.
• My knee has fewer issues than my brain
• Writing reports when incapacitated by lack of sleep results in really interesting phrases.
  “[Company] has to drastically rethink the overall ERP strategy because the existing one sucks arse.”
• The best misheard lyric of all time has to be from Robert Palmers “Addicted to Love”.
  “May as well face it, you’re a dick with a glove….”
• Misheard lyrics such as above are particularly hilarious when you’ve had no sleep.
• Not even Coffee is doing it for me today.
• Panicking about things rarely helps. I really need to chill the fk out.
• My first aid cert is due for renewal. The thought of making out with a plastic dummy is so very unappealing right now.

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Mondays

Monday, April 28th, 2008 | Bad Days, Uncategorized | No Comments

I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.

Today is a Monday.

Usually, I dont suffer from Mondayitis, but today is an exception. This is caused by a tense and draining conversation yesterday that left me with enough emotional baggage to drag Hulk Hogan to the floor. This baggage was so damn heavy that sleep wasn’t an option. I kept dwelling, and replaying the conversation, and coming up with witty comebacks (9 hours after the fact) and generally stewing on everything. I was marinading my mind in utter trash.

Add to the mix a healthy dose of physical excertion, so that every muscle in my body was twinging and tight. So, not only was I a headcase, but I was an UNCOMFORTABLE headcase.

Cue insomnia, stage left.

Monday? Yeah, you. Go away for a week. I cant cope with you right now.

Not what I wanted to hear

Thursday, April 5th, 2007 | Bad Days | 1 Comment

Well, I got news from the doctor today. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but on the other hand it could have been a damn site worse.

I’m not really in the right frame of mind to wax lyrical about the little shithead cancer that’s freeloading on me, but needless to say that it hasn’t paid the fare so it’s getting turfed off the bus.

And stay out, ya shit!

I’ll hear more on Tuesday when the specialist takes a view.