Survival of the Faintest

So I finally put my big girl panties on and went in for my blood draw and x-ray today. I’ve been putting it off and really wasn’t even sure that I would be able to bring myself to do it, but I finally bit the bullet and went today. I positively HATE needles. I’m the worst fainter in the history of medicine. To the point that as soon as I walked into the lab my hands got clammy and I got that tunnel-vision thing going. But the girls in the lab spoiled me rotten by giving me orange juice, using an infant needle, and making me lay down for a while afterwards. And I survived. I love a good nurse. 🙂

I had mentioned earlier that I probably wouldn’t even follow through with the lab work because the surgeon hadn’t been all that concerned when I saw him, but I scared myself into doing the smart thing. I’m not gonna let something that could potentially be bad get worse because I’m too big of a pussy to get it checked out.

Wow. You turn 30 and all of a sudden you start making these mature, grown-up decisions. Who woulda thunk it???

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Diagnosis, Dogs, and a Dilemma

I completely let this week get away from me and haven’t posted at all. So let me catch you up!

I went to the surgeon as scheduled this past Wednesday, and he wasn’t at all concerned by the lymph node that has shown up in my neck. He said that with no other symptoms, with it only being one node (and he felt me up pretty good checking for other ones), and with it being as small as it is (less than 0.5 cm) he didn’t feel it was anything at all to be worried about. He gave me written orders for blood work and a chest x-ray to be sure, but I haven’t been yet. Honestly? I probably won’t go. I hate needles THAT much.

I had a pretty eventful Thursday-Saturday. We’ve been wanting to get our 10-month-old American Bulldog mix puppy a playmate, and we have actually turned in an adoption application for another American Bulldog mix at a rescue in Memphis. We got the two dogs together for a play date last Sunday, and things went well. But I wanted to do a trial visit at our home before we made it official. I am very glad that we did. We picked him up Thursday and had him until Saturday. For the sake of keeping this post at less than novella length, let’s just say that things did not go as well as I had hoped. When things were good they were really good, but when things were bad they were UGLY. He’s a very good dog, but there were just too many issues. As shitty as it makes me feel, we’re just simply not going to be able to go through with the adoption. I feel absolutely horrible about it. We struggled with the decision all weekend. We talked about it, and I cried about it, but ultimately I have to put the happiness and safety of my other two pets first.

And now on to running news… I set a 4-mile PR yesterday! That’s not what this is about, but I just had to throw that in there.

I have a running dilemma. I’ve been pondering on it for a couple of weeks now, and I just can’t make up my mind! I ran my first 1/2 marathon last November, and I am running another one in April. My original plan was to run the same 1/2 this fall that I ran in November last year to see how much progress I had made in 12 months. It’s on October 30th. The Marine Corps Marathon in DC is on October 31st. My friend that ran the MCM last year has me toying with the idea of running it with her this year. I obviously can’t do both. So now I’m trying to decide what I want to do! I still consider myself a beginner runner (only started running last July), and the thought of running a marathon is pretty darn intimidating. I remember how I felt at the end of last year’s half. I can’t imagine someone saying, “Okay, you’re halfway there!” at that point. I know if I really put my mind to it I could probably train my way to 26.2. When I first started running I was intimated by 13.1, so I realize that it’s all relative. But as scary as 26.2 sounds, I suuuuuuuuuuuure would like to be able to say, “I ran my first marathon the year I turned 30!”

Doggie Humor and Doctor Visits

My dear doggie Bella probably came as close to having a canine coronary last night as one can come and live to remember it. This poor dog had the living shiz scared out of her, and it was all her own doing. See, when I’m cleaning the kitchen, she has this awful habit of trying to sneak her head into the dishwasher when I’m not looking and sneak licks off the dirty dishes on the bottom rack.

Well, my friends, she may have broken herself from that last night. She was up to her usual tricks, licking the ketchup off of a plate I had just put in the dishwasher. When I turned back around and saw her, I clapped my hands and gave her a sharp “NO!” and shooed her away.

And that’s when it happened. The big, bad dishwasher attacked my poor, innocent, defenseless puppy.

Her collar got caught on the rack, so when she jumped away, the rack with all of the dishes on it followed her. Of course it made a Godawful crash as glass dishes and silverware were scattered about the tile floor. She BOLTED, dragging the rack nearly into the living room with her before it finally came off. As she skidded into the living room, she ran smack into the end table, knocking it and the vase sitting on it over, making yet another loud crash and only adding to the trauma.

She ran to the couch and hid her face between the cushions. I had to leave the dishes in the floor and console that baby. I felt absolutely horrible for laughing, but it was soooooooooo funny to see this big bully breed dog literally cowering over something so stupid that she had done. As soon as I sat down beside her, she crawled in my lap and would not leave my side. Until I went into the kitchen to clean up her mess. She wouldn’t go back in there! She stayed in my lap the majority of the night. Nothing like a 50-pound lap dog!

Now onto not-so-humorous goings-on…

I went to the doctor today for the knot in my neck. It is a lymph node, and it is being treated as “suspicious.” He told me not to worry too much about it because there is the possibility that the lymph node for some reason has formed scar tissue and that’s what we’re feeling and it’s completely harmless. But since I am otherwise healthy with no other symptoms it should be regarded as having at least the potential of being something more sinister. He referred me to a surgeon for a consult and biopsy. The girl at the desk called the surgeon’s office and scheduled me with the surgeon for Friday, but I called and changed the appointment to next Wednesday. As you may or may not know, my 30th birthday is Sunday, and we have plans for Saturday night. I don’t want to have to worry about babying an incision in my neck if the surgeon decides it’s something he can do there in the office like my doc thinks he will. So for now I will just try not to worry about it until at least next Wednesday. Easier said than done.