saitaina | Life…or something not even close to it.

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Got poked at by two doctors today. My GP is an idiot. I swear, she got her degree from a craker jack box. Following conversation in it’s exactness–

Idiot Doctor (ID): How are you today?

Me: Tired, swollen and sore

ID: Why are you sore and where?

Me: Wherever I’m swollen

ID: Well, why are you swollen? Have their been any changes since our last visit?

Me: I bought a fucking diaretic and returned to normal…until I forgot to take it.

ID: *blinks* I thought we were doing the low sodium plan?

Me: Well, small problem with that was that you never told me what the ideal limit was. Sodium and salt are in everything as it’s a food preservative. I looked at a can a chili and found 1,300mg of Sodium.

ID: Wow, that’s a lot. What was the serving size for the can of chili?

Me: *blinks* It was a can of chili…I didn’t think to look.

Umm, have ANY of you looked at the serving size on a normal sized can of prepared food?! It was A CAN OF CHILI! Fuck serving size, I was going to eat the whole thing!

Got poked at by the Gastroenterologiest…person. Two funny bits there. The sweet, loveable man whom I now worship said that people who are SLIGHTLY overweight could have acid reflux and was there a chance I could stand to lose a few pounds? Dude, I could stand to lose more then a few but the way he said it, was like I’m only ten pounds overweight. I now love him. Second funny was when he and the nurse were talking in whispers about how to examine me as I was wearing a dress. He asked, oh so politely and appolageticly if I could raise my dress a touch so he could check my stomache. When I stripped it off almost completly they both blinked at me. Guess they’re not used to people wearing knee length shorts under dresses. Grandmere and I both had a giggle over their faces. No word from him yet. I have to have a endoscopy (camera down throat) on Wensday (checking for possible ulcer, cancer, acid rate, ect and so forth), then an abdominal ultra sound (checking for gallstones…ew) on the following Monday, possible Galbladder surgery (insert date here) as even if I don’t have gallstones he’s talking about just getting rid of it. I vote we cut out my stomache, replace it with a small bag and be done with the whole idea.

Ah yes. GRANDMERE took me to my appointments. This is the same woman I detest with almost every fiber of my being. And I did today ten fold. Though that could be the hunger talking. I’m more used to people, that when you’re going to be out all day, think to stop and get lunch. Generally it’s a nice thing to do for people who are trapped in your car. Grandmere’s idea of ‘treating’ me? Forcing me around, nausious, hungry, tired and annoyed to not only a farmer’s market (where you can get produce fresh from one of the local farms) but to Wal-Mart where she almost forced me to examine window treatments (I escaped to electronics and drooled over Sims 2 and then I Love Lucy DVD’s). So I didn’t get to eat anything (didn’t eat breakfast due to doing something for Mere) until about three to four pm.

The contractor called me Ms. Nasty today (this follows his last visit here where he said I was talking dirty to young boys online). I so want to fire him….but as I never hired him I don’t think that’ll work. Prick.

Had an intresting idea for something while waiting for the GP. Am going to work on it later, probably won’t get it done beyond a start but it sounds cool in my head. Alright, I’ll spill just to see what people think. It’s a story set several years into the future. Imagine if you could create the child of your dreams, by simply picking out their genetic code. Blonde hair, blue eyes, artistic, smart, ect and so forth. Now, what if you were one of those children, geneticly enginered to your parents specifications. Would you wonder where you came from? Who’s genes you truly possessed? Everything you are, everything you have, belongs to strangers. Would you seek them out? Or would you be happy being who you are?

Thomas (insert last name here when I think of it), a seventeen year old from New York City, is faced with those questions when he recives a letter in the mail, informing him that he is “…one of the first, sucessful trial runs, of the Gyneop Gentetics Lab Children. A group of children, created by their parents in the Geneop Labratory, using the genetic materials from several volinteers and donors.”

I have made a decision on my novels so far. Echo of Memories WILL be written (er, that’s the non fiction ghost stories book, still in the reserch stages). Vlad will probably NOT be written (I still can’t get it to move beyond the first page, perhaps if I ever think of a way to get the plot to mesh I might work on it). This means if I promised you something regarding Vlad, it’s been moved to Echo or Memoirs of a Nobody which I’m A. Rewriting and B. Changing the title there of as Memoirs of a Nobody’s title actually goes to the book to be published in 2011 (a book cronicling ten years of a woman’s life, written in diary format, non-fictional fiction).

Mere’s taking on two more children in here quest for money. This makes a total of five we’re nanny’s for, the terror twins (ages 6 and 7), the disaster on two legs (age 3) and the nameless (1 and 10). Somebody save me.