More Snow

I woke up this morning, and out of the corner of my eye, I see pink light coming in through the window. Pink?

So I get a little closer and realize that it's the reflection of the sunrise off the SNOW!

I didn't think it was supposed to start until later this afternoon. I was obviously wrong.




This is what my backyard looks like right now. We're supposed to get 3-6 inches here on the coast. Lovely.

When I turned on the weather forecast, all they kept saying was, "If you take any day off this year, take this day off. If you don't need to be on the road today, don't."

So I decided it wouldn't be worth it to risk our lives today and called into work. Harry called a little later and told me he spun sideways on the way to the highway this morning in his 4-wheel-drive car and he saw 4 major accidents on the highway itself, 2 of which had cars landing on their roofs. Shit.

So Ellie and I will stay cozy and warm indoors today and wait for her daddy to get home safely later this afternoon.

Guess I DID get my one-more-day with Ellie after all.

My dragon tattoo

Well, it's still not done, but I finally got some color put in this damned thing. LOL. I'm hoping to finish it at my next sitting in April. I think it looks pretty cool so far...

Today I feel like...

I need another day off with Ellie.

Even though the both of us were sick over our long weekend, I so enjoyed spending it with her (and Harry of course). My little girl is just so much fun.

I miss her something fierce today. I wish we were home playing with her stuffed animals right now.

Today

I'm getting work done on my tattoo! Woo hoo! I'm so excited... bring on the pain! LOL.

Ellie's had a cold all week, and yesterday it got bad. Once her temp started going up and she was tugging at her ears, we knew she had to go see the doc. Sure enough, ear infections in both ears. Poor kid. 10 days of antibiotics. Blech.

And Mommy's starting to feel like crap, too. My ear's bugging me a bit, as well, but I'm hoping it'll clear itself up. Bah.

That's not gonna stop me from going under the gun, though. No way! Not to mention that I'd hate to cancel on the guy since he set aside nearly the entire day to work on my back. He was kind enough not to take a deposit; canceling would make me a major asshole.

Just 3 more hours! I'm shivering with antici...
...pation.

I'll post pics tomorrow!

Ellie's 3 things meme

3 Things That Scare Me
The vacuum (not so much anymore though; I'm a big girl now)
Grandpa
Not much else

3 People That Make Me Laugh
Mama
Daddy
Kaylee, my cousin

3 Things I Love
Music
Bananas
My kitchen

3 Things I Hate
Keeping my voice down
Staying still on my changing table
Having to get those stupid eye drops when I had pink eye

3 Things I Don't Understand
Why I can't put everything in my mouth
Why Mama doesn't like it when I whine; I think it sounds pretty!
Why it's not okay to rub my food in my hair

3 Things on My Floor
My Lambchop puppet
My Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Book
A measuring cup from my kitchen

3 Things I'm doing Right Now
Sleeping
Sleeping
Sleeping

3 Things I Want to Do Before I Die
Become a concert violinist
Then become a rock star
Oh, and finally get my hands on that new toy Mama's got. She calls it a "laptop". It looks like fun!

3 Things I Can Do
I can sing a little of Twinkle Twinkle, Happy Birthday, The Alphabet Song, The Bottlecap Song, and Froggie Went a'Courtin'
Eat with a fork and spoon (although I'm still a little messy)
Say I Love You, hi, bye (although I say it like a southern belle for some reason), socks, bear, shake your booty, baby, Mama or MomMom, Daddy, Teri, Stacy, sit, yeah, no, uh-oh, whoa!, and shhhh!

3 Ways to Describe My Personality
Ball of Energy
Sweet
Funny

3 Things I Cannot Do
Get dressed by myself (but I help Mama a lot)
Say Ellie (I try, though)
Run (I haven't really tried that yet)

3 Things I Think You Should Listen To
Anything by Laurie Berkner; I love her songs
Mama; she's a smart lady
Classical Music; it's so pretty and it calms me down

3 Things I Think You Should Never Listen To
Grandpa; he's full of it (not sure what "it" is, though)
Auntie Misse upstairs. She swears a lot. And yells a lot.
Franklin; he whines a lot. And he always gives up too easy. And he doesn't listen to his parents. And he's sometimes bossy and mean to his friends.

3 Absolute Favorite Foods
Bananas
Pasta
Cheese

3 Things I'd like to Learn
How to play an instrument
How to use a potty
How to read and write like a big kid

3 Beverages I Drink Regularly
Milk
Watered-down juice
Milkshakes (Teri makes the best milkshakes ever!)

3 Shows I Watch
Sesame Street
Curious George
Jack's Big Music Show

Update on Overkill

So I called the doctor's office this morning, after having a day to get my shit together and not be so pissy. I just point blank asked "Why a surgical specialist?"

The answer:

"That's Dr. ____'s protocol. She does this with every single one of her patients when she feels something."

My response:

"So she has everyone get a biopsy?"

Answer:

"No, this isn't for a biopsy. This is just a consultation with a breast surgeon. It's a second opinion on your films."

Me:

"Um, I already got a second (and third) opinion on my films. Why would I need a surgeon to give me a second (4th really) opinion on a clear mammogram and ultrasound?"

Answer:

"That's Dr. ____'s protocol."

Me:

"Can you note in my file that I feel I have gotten sufficient opinions on my films and ultrasound and will not be going to see the surgical specialist?"

Answer:

"Oh, sure. No problem."

Done. I was so trying to keep my cool. I didn't want to take my frustrations out on the triage nurse. She's just doing her job, after all.

So it's a good thing I called, I guess. She didn't want me to have it done because of family history (there is none) and she didn't want to have it done because she thought there was something sketchy with my films. She just wanted me to get it done cuz that's how she rolls.

Well, it ain't how I roll.

Overkill

Now that I'm not freaking out anymore, I can post about the last week and a half publicly.

I went to my annual exam Tuesday, Jan 29th, with a new doctor (same office). As she was doing my breast exam, she noticed the two fatty deposit spots on my breasts (TMI - I know). She asked me if they were always there, to which I replied, "yes". She decided she wanted me to get a mammogram and an ultrasound just to check things out. She also told me to make an appointment with a surgical specialist in case anything showed up on my films.

So I went home with an appointment at the hospital for this past Tuesday, the 5th for the mammo and the ultrasound and the number of a surgical specialist. I called and made an appointment with the specialist for this coming Friday, the 8th.

That week between my visit and the appointment for the mammo and ultrasound were awful. I went from being completely calm, cool, and collected to a walking zombie by the time the "big day" arrived.

My stomach was in complete knots as I registered at the hospital, but by the time I got to Radiology, I had pretty much gotten myself together. The mammo wasn't bad. No pain, just a little uncomfortable.

The ultrasound was easy, and I was happy to be told by the person doing it that she didn't see a damn thing. She even told me that after the doctor at the hospital had looked at my mammo films with the woman who took them, he gave her a heads up that she most likely wouldn't see anything during the ultrasound. She went and talked with the doc, came back and gave me the thumbs up, and told me I was good to go.

What a huge, friggin' relief! I was fine!

I couldn't wait to get into my car and call up that surgical specialist to cancel my appointment on Friday.

I called Harry immediately after he got out of work to tell him the good news. Needless to say, he was elated.

I got the call from the OB/GYN office today, letting me know my mammo films and ultrasound were clear (they obviously didn't know that I had already asked at the hospital). Then the woman who called asks, "Did you make your appointment to see the surgical specialist?"

Come again?

Apparently, even though there isn't any evidence to support the need for a biopsy, my doctor still wants me to have one.

Um, I don't think so.

At first, I was happy that this new doc was being so thorough and erring on the side of caution with this. Hell, I have insurance; it's already paid for.

But THIS... telling me to get an unnecessary biopsy is where I draw the line. It's moved over from caution to overkill.

I was livid this morning. WHY?! Why would someone WANT me to have to go through something like that?

I don't feel like I'm being stupid about this. I really don't. I realize I'm not a medical professional, but I've had 3 medical professionals look at my results and tell me there's nothing there.

So why would I give someone the go ahead to cut me up?

4 Years!

Harry and I are celebrating our 4-year wedding anniversary. Yay!

4 years of happiness, love, laughter, and life.

I'm so very lucky to have found this man. So very lucky.