Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

Well I finally got the MRI results read to me yesterday evening. Of course I had to go back down to the urgent care center and strong arm them in to getting the results faxed over from the hospital so that one of the doctors on rotation could kindly read them to me. Turns out there are not any obvious tears but there were notes on "sub cortical cysts" in part of the humeral head. My research online has turned up no clear cause or indication as to what that means. Apparently they can occur as a result of certain types of damages and injuries, or as an indicator of various types of diseases such as rheumatoid arthritis. Of course, mainly it seem to be a benign issue that is simply bothersome. The good doctor that read me my results last night told me he would set me up with an orthopedic surgeon who specializes in shoulders and let him/her explain what is going on inside my shoulder and help me figure out the best way to get through this little pain in the, er... shoulder. ...

I had the MRI and am now awaiting official results. I was told to call the doc who ordered the MRI if I haven't heard from them by tomorrow afternoon. I do, however, have a disk with the images of my MRI scan for my own viewing pleasure. I wish I were able to read such things, so I could just look at it and say "oh it's this and this and that". But alas, I cannot. Maybe it'll be good news. I'm crossing my fingers. The pain is getting better with the icing and regular dosing of Motrin. I figure a few more days of good resting and I'll be able to tolerate work come Sunday. As long as I don't have to blow out my shoulder again right away, things can only get better. I assume at this point I'll be going to some sort of physical therapy to get my shoulder back into shape. That'll be annoying but I know it's necessary. I dunno. I'm only speculating of course. I do believe I will make an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon just t...

I have my MRI in a little over 4 hours. I'm not worried about IT as this is MRI #3 in my life. I know the drill. What I'm more worried about is the reading of the results afterwards. I hope that whatever is going on under my pale hillbilly flesh isn't worthy of surgery. I've lived 31+ years without a single operation and I don't intend to start now if I can help it. But the prolonged nature of my shoulder issues, which is my own dumb fault for waiting so long to have it checked out, makes me worry about possible knives and sutures and painful healing. But then again, they may take these pictures today and find that I'm just dandy and simply need to do a little rehab to get my muscles into better shape to prevent loud pops and excruciating pain from happening again. We shall see. In the meantime, I've been icing my shoulder throughout the course of the day since Monday. I've been taking the Motrin 800's at regular 8 hour intervals to help with ...

I'm still sitting here thinking of polite ways to tell a doctor that he/she can shove cortisone injections up their... well, you know. Yesterday morning I was at the shop filling my truck with freezing liquid CO2 before I was to head out to Kentucky for a route. Things were going unusually well. I typically have a little trouble with the liquid line that I have to attach to the truck for filling leaking a little, because I'm a small little girl lacking adequate upper body strength. Its never much of a leak, but I just can't really ever seem to get the hose screwed on tight enough to keep it from a little leakage. Yesterday morning however, I screwed the hose on, gave it two tugs to ensure connection just as I always do and then proceeded with pump start-up procedures to begin filling the truck with the CO2. Once the pump was initialized I laughed to myself when I saw that there wasn't anything leaking at the fill bib. Satisfied that nothing was going to blow up while f...

Last night upon my return to the shop at the end of my shift I found my boss and the outta town boss chillin ' out smoking cigarettes outside the front bay. Some small talk ensued, then I showed them the items that I'd had the guys at Ryder fix on the truck. They were not nearly as excited about it as I was, but then they hadn't had to deal with the annoyance of the broken items on a daily basis like I did. After feeling the disappointment at their apparent disinterest in me or my days' escapades, I went inside to do end of the day paperwork and such. I was nearly done when they both came into the small office where I was finishing up and began to banter more about various topics. One of which directly involved me and my future with the company. I was informed that big changes are coming in individual drivers' routes. I was being assigned "C" routes which are primarily local routes (and coincidentally very physical routes with a large percent of tank pulls...

I remember talking to family and friends on the phone or on my short time at home visits while I was over-the-road about how I had lost that ability to have a "TGIF" moment. I worked 7 days a week usually for 2-3 weeks straight before I got genuine time off. There were no weekends and certainly no long weekends. I think I found that I was bitter about it sometimes, but I also remember being thrilled that I didn't have to be in that kind of grind. For the most part I made my own hours and did things my way without a boss breathing down my neck. I never had to pretend to look busy. The only days I counted down to were my time off days. Which were almost never on Fridays. So my TGIF's were usually TGIT, TGIS, or TGIM's. In my new driving job, I'm home every night working a mere four days a week. But ooooh how quickly I have fallen back into that grind... that countdown until my days off, my weekly long weekend. It's amusing really.

And yes I'm sorry but I'm referring to Christina Aguliera on the Grammy's. Apparently it's been A WHILE since I last saw her on anything. I missed her flub-ulous performance singing the National Anthem on the Super Bowl. Had I not, maybe I wouldn't be so shocked by the sheer magnitude of Christina's once malnourished body. Wait... Hold the phone... is she preggers maybe? *quick google search* Oh and yes, from time to time my once "truckin' only" blog will be an outlet for me and my not-so-secret passion for celebrity gossip and trash talk.... *still googling* And I can't find anything "confirming or denying" that Christina is preggers. So I'm just gonna assume for now that she's just getting fat. Anyway... I didn't aim for this blog to be about Xtina. I wanted to blog about two things that moved me to tears. One, I just watched "The Last Song". The movie was based off a book by one of my favorite authors,...