Let’s make a long story short.
1) I have been having abdominal pain. No other symptoms of illness other than a sore throat and a headache, no complications, it doesn’t hurt when you poke me, just unexplained abdominal pain.
2) School health centers know nothing. It took to of them to argue about urine samples, prod me in the belly, mention something that sounded suspiciously like “does she need a prop?” (To which I mentally responded with “What, am I about to be thrust onstage?”) and eventually to refer me to the hospital for an ultrasound.
3) I’ve never been treated at the hospital before. And you know what? Ultrasounds are weird. They pour warm goop all over your belly, and then mush it around. They examined me from kidney to pelvis, and you know what they found?? NOTHING. Nothing at all. I’m fine, I’m not ill, I don’t have appendicitis or kidneystones or ovarian cysts or anything else. My organs have decided that they want to be stubborn and ache, and that’s the way it is. Oh..in my confusion, I may have managed to ask the nurse if she was *sure* that was my ovary…then started laughing and apologized. She is a nurse. She is trained. She knows how to work the freaking ultrasound machine.
Anyway, enough of that. I do have knitting to post about, but I am incredibly busy at the moment. We’re leading up to finals, and I start rehearsal next week for the Kalamazoo Civic Theatre production of “The Women”. It’s a small role in a play that includes 41 women. I auditioned Monday night and didn’t tell you. Sneaky, I know.
It’s going to be so nice to get off campus for a while every week. Community theatre is a beautiful thing. (Daddy, fix my bike?? Please?)
Causing me to laugh uncontrollably and sporadically for the rest of the night.
Shush, don’t judge. I’m an eight-year-old.