. . . is my first born’s birthday. He’s 29 years old. ALREADY! And our baby will be 20 in September. If anyone had told me, “back in the day” (to quote my daughter), that I’d end up with two grown children by age 50 I’d have told them they were full of shit. I never planned to be alive past my 21st, then my 30th birthday. Lived recklessly — dangerously — hoping that life as I knew it would come to a close and I’d be put out of my misery. That misery is a whole ‘nother box of worms that I won’t open up on this blog, but suffice to say that I did find my ’savior’ in the man that I married but was never totally free until March of 2005 when my mother passed away. That said – move on.
We had a major scare on Tuesday night when the carbon monoxide detector suddenly went off. WTF? OMG! Huz jumped out of bed, reset it and it immediately started going off again. Turns out the flu for our pellet stove was full of ash and was blocked. While the poor man stood out in the cold in his PJ’s trying to fix the problem, and he probably did, we’ve opted to shut the stove down and rely on oil for heat until he is off from work to dismantle all fittings for the stove, clean them thoroughly and then we’ll give it a good test run to be sure we’re safe. I did have a headache that night and huzbeast insisted that it was due to the CO and that we should take a trip into the hospital to have my blood levels checked to be sure that I was OK considering the Hep C and all. I refused (of course) but went to bed with that damn headache and slept very poorly all night long. It finally dissipated yesterday around noon and while I was still quite shaken by the entire incident I did feel somewhat better than the night before.
Went and had all of the fasting blood work done. Have I posted that here already? If so, then I’m being repetitive. They took so much damn blood out of my arm . . . Kudos to the tech that drew my blood tho – first time I didn’t feel the needle slide into the vein and she hit on the first try. I have very deep veins and this sometimes proves to be daunting to phlebotomists. Recommendation to locals — need blood drawn? Go on Saturday mornings and hope you draw the same tech I did. She’s most excellent. 
I’m not going to call the doctor’s office for those results; I’ll wait until my March 1st appointment to get the news. I need to call Horton today to see if they can get me a copy of the results of the liver biopsy I had in ‘06. Note to self: do it TODAY dumbass! Still have to have another biopsy – not something to look forward to, that’s for sure. Awake for the entire procedure and while they do numb up the area that they intend to penetrate with that outrageously LONG needle there is still sensation as bits of the liver are snipped off for testing. And when he (the doc) goes in waaaay deep for that last snip you (well, me) feel like a string is being yanked deep inside that is attached throughout the abdominal region… strange, strange feeling. Patience is a definite virtue afterwards since I have to lie on my right side where the biopsy was taken from so that pressure is applied to the liver to prevent bleeding out. Last time they gave me my Norco after the procedure and I totally zoned out. . . a nurse had come in to check on me and immediately called for help thinking I had gone into crisis. I hadn’t — I was just sleeping, dammit! Make me lay there and order me to not move, what else is there to do but sleep? 
I hope that the next six weeks or so pass quickly so we don’t have to drive ourselves nuts wondering what the results may be. <sigh>
DONE
Tags: Andrea, biopsy, birthdays, carbon monoxide, CO detector, Erich, hep c, liver, OMG!
