I really do have the worst memory in the world. In my February 2nd post I had said that there wasn't anything new in my life other than trying to get our previous tenants' address so we can take them to court for stealing our dryer and damaging our home. I lied!

I'll backtrack a bit. I flew home to Ohio January 14th - 18th to take care of some complaints from our new tenants, move the stuff I had to leave behind to a storage unit and to try and file a tort against our previous tenants. The court told me a current address was required to take them to court because they send them certified mail. Blah blah... so that didn't get done. I've been communicating with them via Myspace and not really getting anywhere.

Ok, flash forward. When I get home from my trip I went back to work right away, but instead of staying with a rig from start to finish my boss used me to fill in a day here and a day there. Not really a big deal. I'm happy I'm working. On Jan. 26th I'm sent to a Mewbourne well that's less than 20 minutes from home. Yay! Much better than the 2 hours I was driving to Kermit, TX the four days before. I had worked on this particular rig before so I was familiar with the layout. Well, they were experimenting with a new bit and oh MAN did it work well. We were drilling between 0.5 and 0.7 min/ft ALL day. So, needless to say, I was hustling. I was getting a little crabby because of having to run out every 10 minutes to grab some rock. In the early afternoon my day got infinitely worse. I walked out to update my pipe tally (I go out and write down the length of each pipe so I can keep track of what depth we are at) and I was already pissed that almost the entire site was a giant mud pit. So, I'm looking down at the ground trying not to slip an fall in the mud when suddenly, WHAM! My hard hat goes flying and I'm struggling to regain my balance. I had walked head first into a pipe. I don't know if anyone saw, but how embarrassing... Ok, so I shrug it off and continue my work. After getting my pipe tally updated I go up to the rig floor to get some info off their books. That's all fine and dandy until I start walking back down the steps. My foots slips and I fall right on my tush and proceed to bounce down 2 or 3 more stairs. I can't even explain how bad that hurt; my skull vibrated from the impact. I got up real fast and looked around. No one saw! My pride was still intact! But I didn't think my tailbone still was... I waddled back to my trailer and called my hubby to whimper. LoL My supervisor called me not too long after to see if we were still drilling fast. I gave him an update and joked about my bad day and how I fell. He became concerned and I assured him I was ok (even though sitting and walking up/down steps was excruciating). A little later my boss calls and tells me that they are going to send someone out at 8pm because we are drilling so fast. Normally I'd want to work the whole 24 hrs but my tush was in such pain I agreed. I asked him if my sup told him I fell. He sounded surprised and said no. I explained what happened and he said I would need to get x-rays for their protection and mine as well (also a drug test haha).

My relief got there at 5:30ish so I could go to the hospital. One of the tech guys met me there so I could fill out an accident report. I waited for 2 hours in the waiting room (which was so uncomfortable) before I was finally called back. To make a long story short, I peed in a cup, got x-rayed, peed in a cup again, got a shot, talked to the doc and was released. The doc said I just had a contusion and prescribed me pain killer and Meloxicam for the inflammation. I spent a total of 4 hrs there. I got home around 10 or so and just went to bed.

January 27th

The next day my tush is still very, very sore and I'm also feeling other discomforts which probably occurred when I fell. I talked to my boss and let him know what the doc said. He gave me the next few days off to recuperate. I decided that I want to organize the monster pile of mail and various papers on the kitchen table. So, I very carefully get into my car and go to the dollar store to see if I can find a cheap something to file the papers in. So, I buy a few things and on the way out to my car my phone rings and I answer. It's some dude from the hospital. He proceeds to tell me that the radiologist took a look at my x-rays and saw a mass on my pelvis. He referred me to a clinic to follow up on this "mass".

January 28th

I go to the clinic, arrive at 10:45 am and explain to the receptionist why I am there. She apologizes but tells me I will need to make an appointment because I will need an MRI or a CT Scan. The other receptionists says wait, a patient cancelled her 11 am appointment and that I can take it. Schwing! I fill out some paper work and then they take me back where a nurse takes my vitals and shows me to a room. I'm given a paper gown thing to wear because I'm also getting a pelvic/breast exam. The doc comes in an introduces herself and asks me to explain what I'm here for. So, I do. I need a pelvic exam, I have a mysterious mass on my pelvis, and I have annoying bumps on my head.

(I did not make these bumps are not common knowledge because they're weird. But basically, I've had a lump on my head for 10 years that has been growing over time. The last couple years I've started developing a second one. I've asked previous doctors about the bumps but they assured me they were nothing to worry about. Well, recently they started to hurt, the hair growing out of the bumps grows thick, wiry and curly, and they itch a lot. Plus they're just gross!)

So, she does my pelvic/breast exam then takes a look at my head. She said they are sebaceous cysts and they need to come out. Another doctor at the clinic does those procedures so she said to schedule and appointment to have them removed. As for the mass on my pelvis she said she will need to see the x-rays from the hospital to determine what type of scan I will need. So, after she looks at those she will schedule an appointment to get a scan done. She also wants to have my blood drawn to test some stuff.

So, on my way out I schedule to have my pods removed. Surprisingly they schedule me for the next day at 9:30 am and to just some in at 9 am to have my blood work done. I pay my co-pay and go home. I have to fast for the blood work so I don't eat anything after 7 pm.

January 29th

I arrive at the clinic just before 9 am and sign in. As I wait I start reading a magazine. One receptionist says, "Julianne, you know your appointment is not until 9:30, right?" I reply that I know and the other receptionist told me to come in at 9 am to get my blood drawn. I'll try and keep this brief. I finally get taken back a little before 10 am where a nurse takes my vitals then gets ready to stick me. A lady walking by stops her and says that they are sending all patients to some other place for blood work. I thought that was silly because she was literally aiming the needle at my vein getting ready to jab me. So, she stops, moves me to a seat just outside the "blood drawing room" and I sit and wait maybe 15 minutes. Then, I see a doctor take another woman in and draw her blood. I'm kind of like WTF? After he finishes with her the nurse beckons me to come in. So... I get my blood drawn. After that I'm asked to sit and wait.

I think it's around 11 am about this time. I get taken back to a room and wait while a nurse lays everything out for the doc. A little while later he comes in and I'm laid out on a table-chair thing. He examines my bumps and starts with scrubbing the area with iodine and then tells me he is going to try and avoid having to shave my head. OMG. So, then he comes at me with this giganto needle and tells me he's going numb the area. He then proceeds to stab me 5 times with this needle. Having a needle stuck in your head is sooo painful; especially when they move it around when it's in there. Out of my peripheral vision I see his hand making stabbing motions and he's asking me if I feel pain. He was totally stabbing my bump with a needle! LoL I say I feel no pain. So, then he comes at me with a scalpel. He tells me he's going to make an incision and the cyst should just spring out. He makes the cut and I can hear every little squish and spurt. Ew. Well, it must not have sprung out because he started squeezing my head as if trying to pop a zit. More squishing noises.

Finally, it comes out. He cleans up my head and puts 3 stitches in and then tells me I can't wash my hair for 48 hrs. Blaaah. He also tells me I need to come back in a week to have my stitches removed and the other cyst removed (also that they are sending the cyst for biopsy to make sure it isn't anything dangerous). He leaves the room to write prescriptions and I ask the nurse if I can see "It". LoL She says yes so I hop off the table and look at my little buddy. I wasn't expecting it to look like a perfectly smooth, white pebble.

Present Day

So, I was off work for a week and back to work today. I called the clinic on Saturday to see if the doc had looked at my X-Rays so I could make an appointment to check out this "mass". The doc wasn't in and I was told the message would be passed along and I would get a call Monday. Well, I didn't get called yesterday so I will have to call back tomorrow when I get home.

ALRIGHT! There's a detailed entry of what is going on in my life. :)

Ciao.

P.S. - My tushie is still in much pain! :(