Tummy Trouble Part 2

So, after my doctor did blood work, he sent me for an ultrasound.  You need to understand, I have been mostly healthy except for a small round with hepatitis when I was in the 7th grade – many moons ago.  Except for that, I’ve never even spent one night in a hospital, so this whole testing thing was new to me.  Additionally, I had to go to the Regency for my ultrasound, which is where babies are delivered. I was sure that someone was going to see me going into or coming out of the Regency and put two and two together. . .and get FIVE.  AND it happened. I was telling people at church about my ultrasound and someone asked “Are you expecting?”” NO, NO, a 1000 times NO!!!

The nice thing was, the lady who did my ultrasound warms her gel. I had been warned to watch out for cold gel, but she keeps her nice and warm.  It wasn’t very bad, she just runs that little thing all over you. I could have fallen asleep. I kept trying to see the screen – I wanted to see what she was seeing. . .

After my sonogram, my doctor sent me to a surgeon. He thought it was my gall bladder and needed to come out.  But, we all know how that turned out.

An Experiment

Hey, I'm trying something I read. If you work at my school or even if you don't, but work at SOME school, please take this little experimental quiz for me. Thanks!!

Being “Un-Friended”

I know in the whole scheme of the world, this probably really doesn’t matter, but it bothers me.  I HATE it when people “un-friend” (de-friend??) me  on Facebook.  It hurts my feelings.  I’m not sure why. I notice my friend count sometimes and notice it’s gone up or down. . .  but I notice it most when someone comments on something and I go to their home page to check on them and I can no longer see it and it says “ADD FRIEND.”  Sometimes I think people un-friend me because they are doing things they don’t want me to see they are doing.  My first thought is always “Oh no, what did I do to hurt their feelings bad enough for them to unfriend me?”  I always blame myself.  Maybe it’s really not about me.