New Morning, A New Day

I thought I was done changing the dressings on my boobs for good. I s'pose not. I'm so very, very done with it. I'm going to Acute Care this week to have it checked out. I'm not going to lose four hours of my workday to be told nothing can be done. I'll go in afterward, see someone in the Acute Care clinic and see if they can't get a second opinion. I think they should cut me open again and fix their mistakes (again). Fix the pockets, fix the hole. I'm tired of them. I have to be smoke-free for six weeks I think. That's no problem. You want my weight down? No problem; I don't have to eat. At least, I don't have to eat a huge plate or bowl of food. I just want them fixed. Oh, and for my trouble, I'd like you to rid me of about ten pounds of fat in my mid-section. And maybe a little bit of the skin, too. Thanks!

I won't allow "Anonymous" comments anymore, as I would like to reply back to them. I haven't published it [yet] because it was posted as Anonymous. I'll post it here. If the anonymous poster finds it, please comment. I wrote about my experience because I wanted people to know what it's like to be an outsider in an area such as Utah. I wanted people to know how difficult it is to raise non-Mormon kids in a predominantly Mormon area; how curious children are supposed to watch their tongues, what they say so they're not "banned" from their friend's house. I have gotten that information from various sources over the years. I like that you are sharing your opinion, and I do... I like that you are sharing your opinion, and I do believe (because I have lived out of UT) that many mormons that live in Utah are different than those outside...but, they are not all that way...One thing, you only think you know what you are talking about. But, you don...

There's been, well, a sore of sorts on the outside of my right boob. It's been needing to be lanced (punctured) for awhile now so it can drain. It's been like this for awhile now; after Thanksgiving but before Christmas. I poke at it every night, to agitate it so that it can finally pop and drain. I was getting ready for my shower yesterday evening and it looked, for lack of a better word, ripe. It hurt a lot and was tender, so I didn't touch it until I got in the shower and the hot water softened it up more. Then I squeezed. SQUIRT! It went up the front of my shower near the shower head and got some good distance (running joke with my husband; another set of TMI stories there). I kept squeezing it to get more pus out and blood. The blood was a DARK red; it almost looked like a dark brown. I believe this would be considered "bad" blood or blood with infection. When it was "done" draining, I looked at it more closely (or as closely as I could consider...

For the few people who actually read this, I doubt it will be offensive. I know this because I lived in Utah (town called Layton, just north of SLC and in the county containing more Mormons per capita, Davis County). I was there for 10 years. My parents were in the Air Force and their orders took them to Hill AFB in Utah. There's a slight difference between Utah Mormons and "out-of-state" Mormons. The OoS Mormons will hear you out and give you a chance; they're also nicer and not too hell-bent on converting you. The Utah Mormons.. that's all they do. They're mean. Here, I'll tell you about my experience when I was a child; this was when I learned the true meaning of prejudice. We moved to Layton, Utah during my third grade year. The rest of that grade was fine; we were living in an apartment and everything was great. I put this with the fact that we lived pretty close to the base. When we moved into a house in an actual neighborhood, things were okay.. at ...

Or something like that. Here is a year in review, for me. I may end up using previous journal postings to help me with this one. January 2007 - I returned to work at PSD 32nd Street, from my 42 days of convalescent leave; I gave birth in November and was released from the hospital in perfect timing so as not to have to take any extra leave for the holiday season. Bella's birthday rocks for that reason. Short-timer's syndrome starts. February 2007 - On the 6th of this month, Patrick and I have been together for three years. Celebrated Valentine's Day, I think. Bella's appointment was this month and she's right on track. I love her pediatrician's office. Short-timers is REALLY bad; have stopped caring about the Navy and PSD altogether. Went to TAP class (tranistional assistance program) for four days. Glad I'm an admin bitch, otherwise I wouldn't have known a lot of the information. Thanks to the one month extension I had received earlier, my EAOS, origina...