A Little Giddy

Thanks to the generosity of several people, I'm nearly 1/3 of the way to my goal on indiegogo.com!  I cry a little every time I check the total.  I'm so cynical and forget that there are people that actually care out there.

I had an appointment with my endocrinologist today.  I'm so glad he puts up with me.  I'm so flipping inappropriate.  When I was going back into the room, the nurse was like, "go ahead and hop on the scale."  I looked at her for a couple of seconds and then said no.  She said she needed it for my chart so I told her if I had to get on the scale I'd kill myself with a tongue depressor.  I won.  She was going to take my blood pressure and then was like, "I'll have to go get the big cuff."  Of course you do.  Despite having my own gravitational pull, my blood pressure is good at 118/70.  Of course they took my blood, so I'll get my estrogen and thyroid levels back in a couple of weeks.
I asked the doc about the estrogen pellet.  He said he'd never heard of it before, but would definitely look into it.  He gave me his personal email and asked me to send him what I'd read about it so far.  He's so good to me.
Mom and I have been going there together since 2000, so he's used to my bullshit.  Mom went by herself one weekend and when he came in the room he asked, "so how's my girl?"  Mom replied, "oh, I've been alright."  Then he said, "no, I meant Tiffini."  She found it pretty amusing.

I Did It

I don't write comics, and I wasn't harassed by middle school kids, but I did it anyway.  I set up an account on indiegogo.com.  Keeping my fingers crossed.  I want this surgery so bad I can barely stand it, and all this stagnating and waiting for insurance companies is stressing me out.

http://www.indiegogo.com/savemylife?show_todos=true&a=723757

Ugh

My stomach is really bothering me.  I've had diarrhea for over a week and every time I eat I feel like I'm gonna barf.  Actually everything makes me feel like I'm gonna barf.  My estrogen makes me feel nauseated, food makes me feel nauseated even though I'm hungry, even kissing made me feel nauseated.  Not because the kissing was gross, but all of a sudden I literally felt sick.  I don't know what the deal is.  I've also been sleeping A LOT and have been really lethargic.
So far today I've had half a protein shake and some peanuts, but I feel ill.

Give Me Money

If anyone keeps up with the Oatmeal, you know about his campaign to raise money for charity in response to being sued.  If you don't know the story, check it out HERE and HERE.  He's raised nearly 200,000 bucks!  Christ!  I'm jealous and I feel like I should set up my own donation thing for my surgery.  Hell, all I need is 20-30 grand.  Too bad I don't write comics and have his publicity.
I want the surgery before my unemployment dries up in September, but with each month that passes my hopes dwindle.

Father's day sucked.  I was so depressed.  I didn't get out of bed until 6.  Today I actually woke up at noon, but didn't move until 5.  I tried to make up for it by cleaning.  Dumb.

I've been slacking off on water aerobics, but I keep thinking about swimming.  I ordered a waterproof headphone/mp3 player deal on amazon.  I like swimming laps, but I get bored.  Now I can load some songs and go.

I have an appointment with my endocrinologist on the 30th.  I want to ask him about the estrogen pellet.  I hate the cream and I hate the troche.  I want something I don't have to think about.  The pellet is injected under the skin of the hip and releases hormones for 4 months.  It's compounded (like the troche) so you can get whatever ratio you need.

One Thing

No news is not good news.  I haven't heard anything back from my insurance company or the bariatric center.  I switch to new insurance in July, so I'll have the hospital resend the request to them.
In the meantime, I would like to thank the girl that cuts my hair at salon Adeva, Kelsey Rose.  (http://www.salonadeva.com/staff/)

I don't have much to feel good about in the way of my appearance, but she cuts my hair like a goddamn pro.  I've never known anyone that could handle my curls and frame my face like she can.  You're a stud, Kelsey.