Earlier in the week, maybe it was Monday… perhaps Wednesday… the yard flooded high enough to the point that I brought the dogs in and locked them in the laundry room. until it went down. I feared it was going to eventually flood into the house.
The eye checkup on Tuesday was uneventful.
The landscape guy came on Thursday and stayed for about an hour at most.
My dad came down yesterday and my mom began to feel sick again.
My ability to weild a pen seems to be getting worse. I might be giving up drawing detailed pen drawings now… Yes. It used to just be writing that was awkward… now I have developed a bit of difficulty at keeping the pen as steady as I used to.
I was inspired by watching something that had connection to the Cinderella fairy tale and began writing a concept draft for the beginning half of a story. I went back and filled in things … now all I have to do is get a more lucid ending to form. I have cloudy ideas… I guess I just need one of those nights where one thinks more than sleeps…
Um… Well, I have not had any sleep for a long time now actually… There are other things I could write, but I doubt they are truly relevant. I suppose I should lay down.

My father was down for the weekend. It was okay, but around five PM Sunday I had this sharp pain going across my left ribs cage, so I had to lay down and was out of it for the rest of the night into late morning.
Anyway… well, Monday was spent in a box to do tests on my breathing. ‘Twas nothing new since I did such before, except the box was bigger. The guy doing the tests also had me inhale bronchial medicine for who knows how long. After that I felt like crap and slept half the day away. The next day we recieved the results.
My lungs are healthy and my breathing is normal. The doctor went through a series of questions and he said it is possible that I have this sort of dysfunction of the larynx I believe. I cannot remember exactly. Perhaps it was the esophagus? Anyway, something does not open when I breathe and thus it is more like I struggle to take air into me rather than simply breathing. We are not certain though. Again it could merely be anxiety. There is chance of us seeing a doctor about it, but for now my mother and I will try to keep watch over it and experiment with an anxiety relaxer whenever the problem occurs.
My next appointment is an eye one coming Tuesday. I found out when the first dentist appointment comes along as well. It will be on the 23rd of next month. Oh, and the dentist ladies are out to scam me. That vitamin water… three bottles costs the amount that twenty-four regular water bottles would. I don’t give a damn about the extra vitamins. I thought when they suggested it, it was about my throat. No! They were secretly trying to get me to get more nutrients. I have multi-vitamins for that suckers! – and those cost a lot too. Meh.

Yep. I have 16 small cavities forming. Appointments galore shall follow up. I expected something huge though. With how much soda I drink… yep. Stop drinking soda then? Well, something about it soothes my throat. I do not have dry mouth, so that is not the issue. Water does not help this. Soda is the only thing that has been sucessful… so… it is now the case of what do you care about more, your throat or your teeth? I live in the present, therefore, my throat is my first concern. Logically, of course my teeth… but damn it… my throat is in agony. I am trying out other options again, since the main issue is the constnat sugar from the soda. It is Diet Coke for today since it was the most convienant thing at the moment. When we go grocery shopping I’ll be trying out vitamin water, sugar free cough drops and likely a few other things. Sigh…
Results from my first doctor test came. As I suspected, I have nothing wrong. First step for peace of mind for Mom? Check.
Oh, and another appointment is added to the list. Next week on Monday and Tuesday I’m seeing a pulmanary doctor. Peh.Also, the appointment for the week after was moved to the day before.
Outisde this crap, I met another person on the board. She is very hyper and talkative. I like her so far. ‘Very nice. I do not know if I’ll be able to keep up though. Oh well. I wrote a long reply to various messages she sent me, but my computer shut down on me right when I was finishing; therefore…. “Screw it.” Besides, I lost the messages.
Anyway, this was merely to put down the change of date, added appoitnments and results. Meh.

Well, today I had some tests done on me… again. I had to fast the night before from seven until seven this morning… well, more like eight this morning. ‘Required for blood tests and all that…
Well, my mom forgot a certain paper that informed of a third test where I needed a mamogram. We went back to get the paper and I finally ate then – some Frosted Shredded Wheat. We went back and I had the chest x-rays. I looked at them. It amused me. Then we left. I did the dishes and then crashed.
The night before was one of those “wake up every hour” sort of nights. To add onto that, by twelve I was starving. Why? Yesterday I did eat right before seven true – nine small bagel pizza bites. Before that I had not eaten anything all day. So yeah, I was quite screwed.
When I went back to sleep around two, I figured that the next time I woke up the hunger would be gone due to numbness. I was right. I woke up every hour still until my mom woke me up to leave.
Anyway, I woke up almost an hour ago. I feel like crap and am still rather weak since just typing this is tiring me. I drank some soda just now and snacked on some cheese crackers. Why not eat more? Well, I’m too tired to cook and that will lead to idleness and the chance of burning the house down.
Anyway, by the time my mom comes home, we will go to get groceries, so I suppose I need to conserve my energy. Meh.
Oh yeah.. the other gift came. Apparently my mother loves it. It was a Kinkade music box. She says she loves things made by him, she loved the particuliar song it played and she asked me if I was aware the Serenity Prayer was on it. Heh. Well, I did not kow the first two, but yeah. ‘Glad that when it comes to things she does not ask for I was able to hit the jack pot. I try dammit. Sigh…
I might lay down again.