Results and the maze

The results are in! I have a 3mm growth on my pituitary gland! Hello little friend. Erin wants to name it. I am now taking suggestions. It is to small to do anything about right now so I get to wait six months and have another...MRI! Then we shall see if the little guy(or gal) is growing. Damn useless cells. Until then I need to be on the look out for loss of peripheral vision as this is apparently a sign of it getting bigger(and therefore pushing against my very important eye parts). So I am still here and all is well for now. I am still pretty freaked about dying, me, Bree and probably whomever is reading this but that started way before I ever knew about the little pal attached to my brain. I am going to start reading a book Erin suggested by a gnomey German guy. Sounds reasonable to me.
So here are some pics of our place so you can get an idea of the mess we live in. We move out Sunday. More on that and other thrilling topics when I have the time.
This is the wall in the kitchen. Notice Erin's poster on the left as well as the crest. On the right we have the painting my mom bought me called "Where Lesbians Come From"(no joke).





You are probably wonder what this is a picture of...it happens to be the four couches in our living room. It is not much to look at but still it was a great feat to pull off.




This would be the bedroom. Haggis is lying on a chair on a desk. Sully is on the bed grumpy that I just took a flash photo before I took this one.

The spell checker thinks "smidge" isn't a word

So Bree and I were told about this product called Veggie Booty. We of course immediately procured ourselves some. Here is Haggis demonstrating her love of Veggie Booty:



Veggie Booty are these veggie puffs(with spinach and kale!) geared toward kids. Or pirate loving adults. In case you can't tell that pirate is saying things like "CRUNCHY" or "GOOD PROVISIONS" and my fav "SHIVER ME TIMBERS " which I never understood and can only assume has something to do with peg legs(of which this pirate has none). Bree claims it is good and I have yet mustered the courage to try some but just having Veggie Booty on my shelf make me feel pretty darn cool.
No word from the doctor yet. Still a smidge antsy. Thankfully I took a quiz this morning and am in the process of writing a paper right now(about motivation theories!!!) so I have been quite distracted.

Seven hours and one bad squid joke later...

It has been a very busy couple of days. Thursday I received a call from my doctor saying the insurance company would pay for the MRI(I suspect they responded so quickly because my dad called them). I told them I could do an appointment as soon as possible thinking this way my mom might not have to cancel her month long trip to see my dad in July. They set me up with an appointment the next morning. So Bree and I proceed to hall ass down to Tucson. This trip should have taken a little less than four hours. It took seven hours. We were detoured off I-10 because of a "crash". They had closed down 20 miles of I-10. This was at a little bit before 9p.m. For the next three hours of stop and go traffic we drive an average of five miles per hour. How do I know this? For those three hours we went fifteen miles. If Bree had not been there I would have gone nuts. As is we went pretty nuts ourselves. We arrived in Tucson at one in the morning having left Flag at six.
The next morning I went for my MRI. Having an MRI done is exactly like what media told me it would be. It was a big tubular thing I had to sit in for twenty minutes. They gave me headphones to listen to satellite radio(I chose rock and the first song on was Melissa Etheridge). I was told to move as little as possible so as not to blur the pictures they were taking of my brain. I had an IV in so that half way through they could inject a die into my system and take more picture. I thought a lot about Bree and at one point wondered if I would become a superhero(which totally made me laugh to myself). The machine made a bunch of loud Frankenstein creating type noises. Today a I support a small bruise from the IV that's it. Should get the results Monday or Tuesday. I am so nervous I could eat my socks. Yes my nervousness makes that little sense.

Today I: left the house on my own!

So I just returned from purchasing some coffee. This is odd for two reasons, the first: I don't drink a lot of coffee and only a handful of times have I ever had the initiative on my own to do so. The second: I hardly leave the apartment anymore. So much easier to sit in here for ten plus hours while Bree is at work and do homework and staring at my cats. No more! I guess a twenty minute trip to Starbucks(I admit I could have gone somewhere more local but what can I say I like the busty mermaid) doesn't seem like much and to be fair I went through the drive through but still!!!!
I have been swamped with school work and should be studying right now for psychology. I have a test today and the tests for this class are super hard(which even the prof has admitted to saying that she gives extra points in other areas for this reason). I am not worried about my grade as I am almost assured I will get an A but I hate going into something thinking that there is just no way I can get an A(on the tests that is). They are even open book which of course by now I know is usually a bad sign anyway. So I have been studying for this test my taking notes and reading the book. By the way this class is Industrial and Organizational Psychology which even sounds boring in the title, thus the coffee needed to make it through.* On top of this Bree and I are moving in two weeks into our own place so the apartment we are in now(with Mariah's, Bree's and my own stuff filling it) looks like a storage place threw up. After this is the fear I have some sort of tumor in my head.
Then we have my lovely little episode in the kitchen I had just last week. Standing by the microwave** heating a TV dinner(the staple of my diet) I began to think that if I was to die right there would I have time to write a good bye note and if so what would I write it on. Do I go for the barbeque sauce? It is nearby and requires no paper but it is a little messy and not very accurate. I began to search(I admit a little frantically) for a pen which I found. Then I had to find paper and wonder if I would have that much time. Should I just try to write on my skin and hope for the best? Maybe I could just call someone? Text them? Would that seem creepy later when I wasn't around? Are the medics going to step all over my last words written out in barbeque sauce next to my body or will the cats lick it up first?
That is why I now take reading material with me while I wait for my food.
*I sound too harsh as I actually kind of like the class and my prof is way nice and helpful. It is the early hour talking.
**Ever since my old astronomy prof told me about how when microwaves first came out(and probably even now) people would take them apart and mess with the insides. Without the protective covering the first thing that happened was their eyeballs dried up due to the waves. I have not looked at a microwave the same since. It was first of many nightmares that class put into my head.

Docter lady

So I finally heard back from the doctor. Level or hormone went up but not by a ton. She is going to petition the insurance company for an MRI. Said if I have a tumor it is a small one they would likely not even bother remove, they just want to know. I spend all my time doing homework! Ten credits of summer school and I am working hard but so far I have a pluses so I suppose it is worth it. More in the near future.