Boston Childrens Hospital; part one

So maybe like 5 years ago I saw this Dr. and had all these tests done, and hes all "You should probably come back every six months for a little while so we know your still alive". So, naturally, being the really good patient that I am, I think Ive been back like... three times...  Obviously I know I am not dying, most of the time. I get the random bout of hypochondria and think I have cancer or something, but... its usually nothing to do with my kidneys/bladder so I say "Eh, don't care!"
So today, we went to Boston Children's Hospital to have more testing done so he could yet again say "Yup everything's fine, see you in six months!" (Except this time he said a year and a half, SCORE)
I learned several things during the visit. Even though I am now 25, I still fit in splendidly at a children's hospital for the following reasons:
         A) Bright colors are EVERYWHERE in this hospital and it is totally awesome, really bright things hang from the ceiling in the main lobby, and there are brightly colored salt water fish tanks in just about every waiting room. Also, the different buildings and areas are completely color coded AND they have different pictures. This is freaking awesome. When I get lost (because I didn't bring the papers that read "Please bring these with you" all across the top) I don't immediately panic. In adult hospitals every freaking inch looks ridiculously the same as the inch before it, and the inch after it. If you go down the wrong hall way you don't know how far to go because the next hall way isn't yellow or red or purple or whatever color its supposed to be, its just white.
        2) I look like I am 12. When I walk into the hospital and I am with my dad, no one really looks at me funny for being a patient at a children's hospital until they ask me my birthday... which they do about a million times.... but until then I fit in PERFECTLY.
        Q) They are always playing some sort of classic Disney movie; Today's was the Jungle Book, and there was actually a point in the conversation when I didn't hear what my dad said because I was too engrossed in Mogli being hypnotized by the creepy snake with the weird trippy eyes that will probably give me nightmares... so here's a reminder...

 

 

Seriously who's idea was this?!

      D) I still really enjoy things like fruit by the foot, so I think until I grow out of things like that I am welcome at the Children's Hospital.. In fact... to reward myself for having awesome kidneys I came home and immediately ate an entire bag of gummy bears until I got kind of sick because no one was around to stop me. If that's not Children's Hosptial material I don't know what is.
     11) When I was little I practically lived at this hospital... and yet in all those years I only remember one physical aspect of the building. There was this wall of clear frosted crazy looking blocks/tiles. Like an entire wall floor to ceiling of them, very 80's looking. I think they lit up too, at least that's what I remembered, all kinds of crazy trippy neon colors. Literally the only thing I remember is this cool wall. Today... I found that wall... although it has been moved, and it no longer lights up (probably because its right next to a really beautiful courtyard that had always been there as well but I apparently didn't really care about) I still love that wall, and I had to touch it.

Awesome) Keyboard stairs... enough said

All in all it was a really good day at the Hospital. However, next time I would rather have the room with the Antarctica tribute all over the walls and ceiling. While the Rocky Mountains one was pretty cool, the moose was a little scary, and I am pretty sure chipmunks shouldn't be glittery... Either way penguins are way cooler.

I have no shame

Yesterday when I was at the Dr.s office I suddenly realized that I probably talk about bodily functions and medical problems a little too freely
 Yes, I did make my dad take his 25 yr old daughter to her Dr's appointment. Mainly because I am so completely terrified of driving in Boston traffic that I would probably be found in Public Alley # 5395 in the fetal position sucking my thumb; thus missing my appointments and the whole thing would have to happen all over again in about three months. NO THANKS! Also, as I have already mentioned, I have a really hard time paying attention, particularly when something is really important. Like when he is saying "Ok, everything looks good the left one is here and is at about 47% and the right one is here and thats at about 53%..." but I'm in the corner trying to figure out if 47 and 53 equal 100 (which they do, Ta-Da!)
 So, I made the adult decision of making him come so we wouldn't have to miss any bits of important information.
 after two non invasive tests (AWESOME) that took a combined total of 20 minutes (even more AWESOME), we had a lengthy doctors appointment with the head of urology, his nurse, and surprise to me, a very up beat and pushy social worker (Not really so awesome...).
 The appointment consisted of me talking, in great detail, about things that girls just don't do because were made of sugar and spice and everything nice... right? WRONG!! We do all those things so get over it! :-D
 After about 20 minutes discussing various bodily functions with out hesitation with people I have only met about three times in my life, and my DAD I realized... holy crap... it is way to easy for me to talk about these things... Its a good thing that I have a filter or I probably would have been discussing them at dinner later.  Also, the social worker popped in later, and invited me to a group where I could go and meet other girls with the same problems and talk about relationships, and sex and stuff... Aren't you glad you came dad?!
 I also realized that my dad got to sit through those discussions just so that we could hear "Yup! your doing fine! No reason what so ever for your pain, see you in a year!" Which, holy crap that's awesome. He went from trying to get me to go every six months to a year, awesome... but... no reason for the pain... hm.. ok deal with that later...
 I guess all in all, what I am trying to say, is that pretty much my entire family/loved ones know way too much about my bodily functions etc, so thanks guys for putting up with it! It can go back to rainbows and unicorns for a few months; and I will do my best to keep my filter in place for that kind of stuff.

Adult Decisions... and Chocolate cake

Ok so I'm old, and 25 now. Basically my life is over. Its pretty much all down hill from here. Today I walked by Coldwater Creek and said "Hmm that looks cute" to several things... and then like ten gray hairs sprouted from my head simultaneously...
 Along with that, comes making some really important adult-like decisions.
I still have birthday cake left over, and also just so happens that its certain lady times. My chocolate craving sky rockets every third Tuesday... Too much? hm, well too bad...
 So, I had to make the decision of what to feed my self for dinner, and for the past two nights I had either had cake or chocolate covered fruits...
 I said "Self, you are too damn old to be eating candy for dinner three nights in a row, you have to keep it to two nights, cause that is just down right ridiculous!"
 I then set about fixing myself a delicious gourmet meal that took a very long time to prepare... of high fiber cereal and skim milk... and then CAKE!...

Jesus is stealing my thunder

As you all know, my b-day is Saturday. Its the big 25. In honor of the big day, my hair dresser pulled out my very first gray hair on Wednesday, and I fear I have the beginnings of some knee problems. All in all, its a very important day and I know you were all excited about it...

 And then I heard about The Rapture. Since I was living in a cave, I had only recently heard about it. And now everyone is completely distracted from the big event because Jesus is totally stealing my thunder...
 Seriously Jesus, you couldn't have picked ANY other day? What about Sunday? Isn't that supposed to be a really important day of the week religiously speaking? Like the whole Church thing and whatnot?
 The only other thing that I can think of is that Jesus wanted to come down on the 25th anniversary of my birth and say happy birthday himself. Either that or Him and God are finally taking me. Despite their best efforts at my birth, with the whole not really actually developed... at all... thing... they are probably kind of mad I've lasted this long...

 In any event, whos joining me in some Post- Rapture Birthday looting on Saturday?

facebook and twitter

What uuuup! just an update, there is a facebook page for my blog at "Hi I live with my parents" and you can also follow me on twitter at reillyartglass. I have been taking way too many migraine meds to try to figure out how to make those happy little buttons on the side of my page to make life easier for you guys so deal with it.
Happy Thursday!

I am kind of a dirty hippie...

... and I didn't realize it until recently...

            The conversation went a little something like this;

            David; You smell nice is that a new perfume?

            Me: No… I think that’s just soap… I am actually... clean…”

And then I immediately thought “wow that’s really gross” and went to do some laundry...

10 followers!

10 followers! Heeelllzzz yes! Thanks guys!

Onto real news; dropping off the loan app and business plan Friday to lender number three :)

Real post tomorrow, and hopefully pictures of the sugar skull next week. Turns out trying to do a 12 hr marathon to finish a piece is actually kind of really bad for your hands... I guess that means I have to be an adult and do my work in a timely manner instead of cramming into a week?

 Oh who am I kidding, its probably only going to get worse and way more out of control and irresponsible..
 Anywho, hope ya'll had a good Wednesday!

Holy Crap!

Ok so my blog just hit 1,000 page hits and that makes me really happy. Also, its my b-day this weekend (which you all better remember) and I am going to see Brothers Mccann on Friday, and see some really awesome people that I really miss a lot and I am really excited...

Also this was kind of just an excuse to post something today...
Good night!

“Is this Hogwarts? And what happened to my bones?”

Ok so everyone already knows that I am a huge geek. I read Harry potter, and watched all the movies in such quick succession that I had dreams about them… a lot… and not the “Oh Harry” kind (which would make me really seriously concerned) but the “Holy crap I am flying on a broom and killing people” kind… almost every night at one point, and that embarrassing information is not even the point of this post.

            Not everyone knows that I sleep like a two year old. I HAVE to fall asleep on my stomach or my entire night is all messed up. Also, because I had an unhealthy amount of pacifiers when I was a toddler, I sleep with my hand in front of my mouth. I am pretty sure that’s because it’s the most socially acceptable replacement for a pacifier. No one wants to be the kid that still sucks their thumb at the sleep-overs. Sister does it too so that means I’m not weird… Because of this I end up with my arms under my body for most of the night which I am pretty sure if going to leave me horribly disfigured when I am old.

            These two factors combined with my limbs falling asleep at alarming rates these days lead to a somewhat frightening internal monologue one night…

            I woke up to find that my arm was so ridiculously sleep that I was literally shaking it like it wasn’t my arm. Like what is this dead random other persons arm doing in my bed. My next immediate thought in my half awake stupor was…

            “Holy crap! Am I in Hogwarts?... Someone stole my bones!... WTF is going on! This is some fucked up shit man… oh no… wait… ok… never mind… I’m in my room in my own bed…”

True story

I really did envision Hogwarts, like the scene in chamber of secrets when he falls off his broom and that idiot professor tries to help him but instead takes the bones out of his arm… that’s what I thought my arm looked like…

My next immediate thought was “Holy God, it’s a good thing no one was around to see this, I cant tell anyone…”

So of course I figured this would make a really good blog post…

Happy Monday!

If I was pmsing right now..

Me: *burp* Mom, don't you miss me when I am gone? Isn't it just too quiet around here?*hiccup*
Mom: Well, I know that if your not here, your happy, so I am ok with it
Me: Aw crap, if I was hardcore pmsing right now I would probably have cried

Sometimes she busts out with these crazy emotional things that I am totally not expecting, least of all when I am giving her a really hard time about how annoying it is to live with me..

Gotta love moms!

Dear today;

Dear Today;
 You were a huge bitch. You kicked me in the crotch, and then kicked me again when I was down. Thanks for that. If it weren't for your shitty moves, I probably would not have gotten pissed off enough to finish this...

I also would not have found more ways to over come your ridiculous negative ways. So, try again crappy day, if you must, but you will never win

Happy Cinco De Mayo

I am having a tough time coming up with posts because I haven't been angry and gloomy and sarcastic lately. That's ok with me, but here is a picture until I come up with something funny to post...