I need to stop stressing.. | elwing's Blog

 I want to thank everyone who came to Skunktails and my aid when we were going through our little rough patch. Things happen, not everyone is perfect. I also want to appologize to those of you that might've worried on our account. Thank you for thinking of us, and I'm sorry we stressed you.

That said...

Now for teh updating.

For the last year or so, my cat has had a very slowly growing 'skin tag' sort of tumor on her forehead. At least, she did, up until Monday. It was half the size of a pea, but its been removed. If it returns, grows back, then we'll have it tested to see if its cancerous, but right now the vet wasn't concerned. Inqui's healing nicely. In a few days, I should be able to remove her stitch myself. If it doesn't dissolve on its own first.

Kiddo's getting better at saying the alphabet... And he's trying to tie his shoes. His new glasses came in last week, so that's cool. I get mine on Monday, hopefully. Yay!!! (The earpiece of the ones I have broke, and now it scratches and hurts the side of my head when I wear them. Which is all the time.)

Skunkie and I are doing well... All things concidered. He's looking for a job. I'm anxiously awaiting kiddo's next (third and FINAL) year of preschool, because he'll be in all day, five days a week. Then, perhaps, I can get a part time job during his school hours. *crosses her fingers* But I don't hold out much hope, LOL.

(Warning. This next bit is probably gross.) The middle of April, I'm going to see a gyno for the first time in like, five years. (I know, I'm dumb. Pap every six months, yadda yadda.) About a week before Skunkie and my fight, I started bleeding. I'm still bleeding. Considering the fact that for the last four or five years I've bled once or twice a year, (Menstruation) the fact that I've now been bleeding for three weeks straight scares me. Its not a huge ammount. Just enough for me to hafta wear a pad, or something. I think I hate being a woman.

I want to feel good. I do. But a lot of the time I can't decide if I feel like absolute shit or if I feel positively wonderful. Shit often wins.