Tweets for Today

• 18:53 I would like for #nanowrimo to begin before I forget my (terrible) idea for my first chapter. #

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Happy Cheerful Thoughts

I got my driver's license in the mail today, for the state in which I reside and vote and all that. It will expire on my thirtieth birthday, which has made this far-off day that much more finite and real-- I need to be at the DMV that day, renewing my license. Hurray.

The license clearly has me marked as an organ donor, which pleases me. I'm setting aside certain important organs (liver, lungs, kidneys, etc.) for family members should they need them, but I'd like to consider myself an equal opportunity donor. My blood type is O positive; I'm compatible with a large portion of the public. And upon my untimely demise-- hopefully not of cancer, but, you know, that's my expected cause of death. By me, and absolutely no medical person. (You're a hypochondriac, internet; not me)

Which led me to my happy morbid thought of the evening: I don't want to be on life support for an extended amount of time unless the nice medical team has plans to take me off it very, very quickly. I guess I prefer quality of life over quantity of life.

So, I want to be unplugged (should it become necessary), but I want my organs to be disseminated throughout the populace as necessary before that happens. Or after. Not quite clear on when the organs would be. . .is harvested the right term? My feeble attempts to learn more about this topic before retiring for the evening are just making me think more and more about eventually becoming sort of insensate plant for other people's survival. Possibly after passing out at the DMV on my thirtieth birthday. There I'll be, in the prime of my life, IVs and tubes sticking into me like an incredibly pale pincushion.

...hurray!

Tweets for Today

• 19:25 Trying to get more people to sign up for #nanowrimo so i can have writing buddies whom I know. #

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Tweets for Today

• 19:23 Still need a real, um, what do you call it...plot for my #nanowrimo novel? #
• 20:11 My "I told you so" dance, my "it works" dance, and my "I have a good idea" dance are all the same. Hip bump to the air, and do a circle. #

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Tweets for Today

• 07:47 I keep telling myself I'm going to exercise before work. It keeps not happening. #

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Characterization

My last terrible idea is to do NaNoWriMo. I have a newer, even terrible-er idea: to create a character named Cecyl. Like what I named my ovarian cyst.

Cecyl will be a sickly guy. Naturally.

Tweets for Today

• 22:48 I've sent in my advanced ballot, so my superior brain has decided the election season is now over. I'd appreciate your cooperation in this. #
• 23:52 Doing character descriptions for my NaNoWriMo project, starting in one of your human weeks. Have not added any robots yet. Yet. #

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Surgery went fine

Surgery was over a month ago. It went fine. I have/had endometriosis. They cauterized it away. Everything else is fine in my insides; the cyst healed itself. I do not currently have any form of cancer, as far as anyone's been able to tell.

I've lost approximately ten pounds so far on WeightWatchers. Go Team Whatever! Current goal is to lose another fifteen pounds. That should end well.

In other news:

It's that time of the year, where Sarah Bunting challenges her readers to donate to DonorsChoose.

I donated twice so far, once winning an Amazon gift certificate in a mini-prize runoff situation that I turned around to start my NaNo research with these three books:

• No Plot? No Problem!: A Low-Stress, High-Velocity Guide to Writing a Novel in 30 Days


• The No Plot? No Problem! Novel-Writing Kit


• Will Write for Shoes: How to Write a Chick Lit Novel

The books arrived today. I'm consolidating various accounts across the board, so I thought I'd update this blog here.

Seven Days

Bloodwork came back two weeks ago.  I'm sorry for neglecting you, poor little unused/unread blog. I don't have high enough markers or whatever for this to be either. Instead, it's that third option; just a trick I did for fun. Laparoscopy for my fun trick is scheduled for next Wednesday. I'm quite frightened. Depending on your scale of measurement, I'm ten to twenty pounds overweight. This cannot help with the surgery, I'm sure.   

I joined WeightWatchers on Sunday, which is far too late to be effective for this surgery, but should help if (god forbid) something more serious should come of this. I want to be a svelte cancer survivor.  Should it come to that.  Which it won't.  Everything's good forever!

I'm trying to do this positive thinking thing I've heard so much about, which would work beter if I wasn't also trying to curb my comfort-eating habit.  The combination has made me one cranky girl.  PMS isn't helping that either, and I can't have anything for that (I think) because I'm not to have any anti-inflammatory medication... I think.  I need to do more research. 

So.  I'm scared, my tummy hurts for a couple of different reasons, trying to exercise more.  The more I exercise, the more WeightWatchers let me eat.  Damn trickery.

Cancer and You

So, the reason I'm currently so afraid of cancer is I have what is known in medical circles as "a huge ovarian cyst that hurts like hell and is very stupid and scary." (These medical circles may consist of just me. That's totally fine.)

Bloodwork was done today, to see if it's cancer or endometriosis or some third (benign) thing. So. Waiting for a call back on that. Nothing I enjoy more than waiting to hear about this sort of thing.

Even if it's not cancerous, I want it out as it hurts me and has no damned right to be in my body. Take that, stupid cyst!

...I've named the cyst Cecyl. I felt it was large enough to warrant a name.

I've gone quite mad, you see.