I should be banned from the world of blogging. I'm a terrible, terrible blogger, and for that, I apologize. I wish I could say that I haven't had time to blog because I've been busy saving starving children, or finding the cure for AIDS. Even if I could say I've been busy working, I'd feel a little better. But no, this past week was my first week of work and I clocked a whopping 12 hours. WOAH. So what have I been doing with my time? Well, I started reading the Golden Compass by Philip Pullman, but I'm only 98 pages into it, so that doesn't really count, and I was planning a surprise scavenger hunt for my boyfriend for his birthday, but that only took a couple days, and well, I've been sleeping... a lot. I really am a very boring person.
I'll fill you in on my weekend excitement though....
On Thursday I went to the blood clinic to get a blood test done because an alarming amount of my family members have been testing positive for a genetic disorder called Factor 5 Leiden. I don't know much about it except that it has something to do with Protein C and Protein S and it causes hypercoagulability, which, in turn, can lead to blot clots. Apparently, if I test positive, then I'll have to go off oral contraceptives. But the ironic part is that women who have the disease and become pregnant are at a greater risk of thrombosis. Go figure...
Anyway, I got my blood test, and within minutes of leaving the clinic, my arm started to hurt. So, like always, I ignored it for a bit. Two hours later it's still hurting. Come supper time, I look down at my arm and it's turning a shade of blue directly below the elbow. At about 10 pm last night, I was getting a little nervous, seeing as the bruise was getting bigger by the minute. I called Telecare and the nurse on the line told me to get to a hospital within 4 hours. So of course I didn't go. This morning it was looking better so I figured it was going away. Then... I went to work. I don't think lifting trays of dirty dishes helped my arm any, and now it's getting black and blue again. I haven't had a bruise this big since I fell off a stage during a performance 7 years ago.
The picture doesn't really do it justice, but at least you can get an idea of the size of the sucker. If it didn't hurt I wouldn't really care so much... I mean, a good bruise always makes for an interesting story, but when it affects my sleep it's gone too far.
Speaking of sleep... I'm out.
