I don't know what the hell is wrong is with me... I've puked my guts out, completely lost my appetite, got the appetite back and over ate myself into a stupor, have a migraine headache every other day... just to name a few of the problems I've been having. I have officially skipped an entire period as well and that's never happened to me before. NO I'm not pregnant. I got a pregnancy test at the hospital during my kidney fiasco and I've given myself TWO home tests just in the last two weeks. Turns out Flomax, the crap they gave me to help pass the kidney stones is absolutely horrible for women to take. It also turns out that doctors are prescribing it to ALOT of woman right now for ALOT of shit it can't possibly help. For example... for bladder incontinence. It is a medicine for bonign prostate enlargement... and that's ALL the FDA has approved it for. It is meant to dramatically increase urine flow. So why the hell would a doctor give it out for bladder incontinence? What the hell is wrong with people? Female pharmacists of birthing age are advised to handle Flomax with gloves on! Not even with their bare hands! And since I took it my life has been fucking hell.

Since my kidney problems my weight dropped almost five lbs then shot back up like seven lbs. Some days I'm so sick at my stomach I can't even stand to think about food and the next day I'm fammished all day no matter how much I eat. All of this is of course stressing me out which makes it all worse. I've always suffered from the occasional migraine but I've racked up about ten of them in one month.. whereas I used to only get one every three or four months. I've noticed I'm really light sensitive and going outside in the day time is painful to my entire head. I'm eating healthier food and drinking more water than I have in years. I thought that was supposed to make you feel better? Hell, I felt better when I drank a liter or more of dr. pepper everyday and ate nothing but mcdonald's and wendy's, not only that, I was skinnier! This is complete bullshit. I've drank so much water I never want to see water again. Where's my healthy hair? Where's my glowing complexion? Where's my strong healthy fingernails? My hair looks like shit, my skin looks the same, and my fingernails look WORSE. I am really at a point where I just want to cry non-stop. I've been bad lately... I've had trouble getting any sleep these past few nights and I've been popping sleeping pills and chugging nyquil. I don't know what else to do...

There's no point is typing out my symptoms in google. According to the internet, I could have anything from bi-polar disorder to cancer to organ failure to an allergy to the paint on my fucking walls. There's no telling and I've had my fill of doctors for a while. I think I'm gonna try a fast, or an herbal digestive cleanse. Maybe the lemonade cleanse? That one I hear can be pretty rough though. I need to do something soon... I can't live feeling like this all the time.

The kidney problems prevented me from doing last weekend what I ended up doing today. I did a lot today. It was a good day.

I watched a great tutorial on how to make kitty ears out of clay so I've been wanting to swing by Hobby Lobby for supplies. While there, not only did I manage to pick up all that stuff for the kitty ears but I also got the stuff to make Selphie's nunchucka. I managed to find some sturdy, lengthy foam sticks that are the perfect width. They are a bit dense but there's no way these babies should break the weapon rules. For the chain link connecting the chucks, I'm going to try something a bit unorthodox. My idea is to take pipe cleaners and bend them into a general chain link shape, reinforce that shape with several layers of tape, and then paint them silver. If all goes as well as it does in my head, I should have a stable link of chain that can't hurt anyone. I couldn't find any clear plastic balls to start working on my kokiri fairy though. Hobby Lobby is freaking huge and there are no signs or labels on the aisles or areas so it's really hard to find anything there. I'm either going to have to look harder, try a different store, or just order one online. I'm already going to have to order the LED lights and batteries online as it is. The wings! Damnit, I knew I'd forget to look for something. I meant to look for the stuff to make the wings. Poor Karl was dying following me around and I spent over an hour in there. I felt rushed damn it! ^_^

We went thrifting! If you're into weird clothes like I am, thrifting is your dream come true. Thrift Town is pretty damn big and they have so much crap. Especially in womens clothes. My orginal plan was to look for any yellow or green jumper dresses that could be altered instead of Genean having to make the entirety of both dresses from scratch but I couldn't find any suitable prototypes. Nor could I find a green turtle neck shirt for under Saria's dress. I did however find lots of other goodies. Karl found some too. We both made a strange observation as well. The people who were shopping in the store were much nicer and had a high class air about them. You see a lower class type of person walking around Target or Walmart than you do here. Not class as defined by wealth but class in how nice and polite they were.

After the thrifting and hobby lobbying we headed over to Mudscuppers for their Toys for Tots piercing special. My orginal plan (do I see a pattern forming here?) was to get several toys because helping out or any type of charity just makes me feel good all around but when we got to the store, Karl pointed out a neat scooter and suggested that. It was much more than we were required to spend for the piercing to be free (25 bucks) but it'll definitely make a kid in need very happy. It looked like a lot of fun and it would be ideal for a boy OR a girl. Good stuffs all around. I really liked the shop. It had a good atmosphere, really nice girl working the counter, lots of kewl shit around to look at, and the wait was short. And they were busy even! I went in after about a ten minute wait. The piercer was also the tattoo artist and also the owner of the shop. He was awesome and complimented my unicorn purse and my monkey necklace. Said I looked a lot younger than I am. I got my nose pierced and It's the second painful piercing I've gotten thus far. My belly button was a cake walk compared to my nose and my tongue nearly made me pass out. But I needz more! Karl is really weird about the whole piercing thing. If I'm lucky, I should be able to talk him into getting my eyebrow done, and then my nipples. I DEFINITELY won't be getting my lip done anytime in the near or distant future. On my way out I managed to scare the hell out of a girl who was there to get her tongue pierced. She asked what I got done then told me what she was there for and I showed her I had it already. She asked if it hurt and I was like "Oh god yes.. you might lose consciousness". Har har har. I also got a really cute dangly belly button ring with a four leaf clover. Karl bought an hourglass with a dragon wrapped around it and a dragon bottle opened. As I said, lot of kewl shit there.

So I need to get to making some kitty ears and working on Selphie's nunchucka. I also need to get back to my PBE-RP with Nida and finish my character portrait of Sa'hash for the D&D game. Had one session of Karl and Eric's "Ashen Dreams" campaigne so far and it's pretty kewl.

OH.. I also cut myself some bangs. I was REALLY pissed right at first and felt like a complete idiot but they are starting to grow on me. I'm thinking now maybe I didn't do such a horrible job on them. They looked like hell immediately after though. The dots on my face are just eyeliner. I was playing with make-up techniques.

 

I'm a bit loopy on pain killers right now but I'll try to explain the best I can.

Friday night started out pretty good. Karl and I headed over to the Village Inn for dinner and pie. Karl got the best pancakes I think I've ever tasted and the lemon supreme pie was pretty good. We got home, he went off to bed, and I began a "Women from the 1700's who can't birth a male heir" movie marathon. With Marie Antoinette in mind, I started up The Duchess with my plan to follow that with The Other Boleyn Girl. Things were going good. Half way or so through The Duchess I got an ache in my side/back/stomach. It felt similar to the pain I felt a few years back when I got a bladder infection. Seeing as I've drank nothing but water for almost two weeks now I tried to just ignore it thinking it must have just been how I was sitting. 

After another fifteen minutes or so it got worse. Then all at once, it got REALLY bad. It got so bad in fact I was convinced I was either going to die or lose consciousness. I can only describe it as the absolute worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life, and it was pretty obvious my right kidney was the culprit. It was about 3:30 am when Karl awoke to me writhing and wailing in bed beside him. The pain was so bad and so constant that when he asked what was wrong with me I could barely form the words. The best I could do was say "I don't know!" I was near death no longer even able to speak and screaming when we insisted on taking me to the ER. I don't even remember dressing and getting into the car but I do remember the actual ride. My seat belt was making it worse as was every bump on the road. UNM hosptial is also not close to our house by any means. By the time we parked and were heading into the hospital, I was dizzy and on the verge of going into shock.

The waiting room was packed and they had the huge TV on CBS which was showing re-runs of some HSN like coin selling crap. Suddenly the TV was also making my pain worse. We were told it could be as long as a 14 hour wait. I just figured if I DID pass out from shock or die, at least I was in a hospital. I got into see the triage nurse pretty quickly and couldn't even coherently answer her questions. I don't even think I knew my own name at that point. My wait was 4 hours, which was pretty damn impressive for how many people were there waiting. A friday night in Abq at a hospital with not nearly enough staff and equipment to take care of a fraction of the people waiting. Needless to say, even a five minute wait would have been agonizing and I sat there in a crowded waiting room listening to a TV on the most annoying crap I've ever heard for 4 hours.

The first thing I got once I got into an actual room was an IV of fluids and morphine. Answered some questions and headed off for a CAT scan. Multiple tiny kidney stones were found. So it looks like I was on the right track with the water but unfortunately I was a bit too late. This whole ordeal has made me never want to touch soda ever again as, despite there being several things I could have done to cause this, the Doctor seemed to be convinced it was the three months I spent drinking nothing but dr. pepper with nothing in between.

So it's been a really rough weekend for me but I'm just glad I know what's wrong with me and have some medicine to take care of it. And... Happy Birthday, Brice! And I guess it's super bowl sunday too isn't it. I don't really care much for football b