cindy's world

I’m deferring the Brian McKnight/Boyz II Men concert post for something more eminent that just came up, and since this is a record of my life, I think it warrants recording.

I just received a call from my doctor’s nurse. Although all the blood test results came through online, the results of the pap smear haven’t been published yet. The nurse advised me gently to call another number and talk to a specific doctor, to make an appointment for a colposcopy. She said it doesn’t mean that something is abnormal, it’s just a more complete screening, beyond what the pap smear told them.

After calling the referral number, I spoke to the specialist there and found out more information. I do have an abnormal pap smear. I also tested positive for something else that is very upsetting to me, and as a result of the abnormalities they need to rule out cervical cancer. My colposcopy/biopsy appointment is set for October 1.

I suddenly don’t feel like working out today.

The Boyz II Men/Brian McKnight concert was Tuesday night, not Wednesday night as stated in my previous post. I put Wednesday to throw off any stalkers. Just kidding. I thought Mr. W said Wednesday but turned out it was Tuesday. *shrug*

I’ll post more about it later on since it’s pretty late right now, and maybe even post a cameraphone video clip. I didn’t take photos because 1) I didn’t bring a camera, thinking the venue wouldn’t allow them (which was true and they announced no photography, but tons of people had their cameras going anyway), and 2) my cell phone died so I didn’t even have a cameraphone with which to take pictures. Mr. W had his cameraphone, tho, and recorded some clips.

In a nutshell, I laughed, I cried (well, no I didn’t), I sang along, I danced, I had a blast, I blast out an eardrum. It was a very nice experience to have shared with Mr. W, who isn’t even an R&B fan but enjoyed himself anyway. He’s a good guy to take out cuz unlike me, he’ll truly give a new experience a real attempt before making up his mind that it’s not his thing. Plus, R&B tends to be very romantic so it would’ve been slightly sad if I’d been alone. Altho I suppose even if Mr. W hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have been alone. His daughter, upon finding out we were going, made some jealous protests that I should take her instead because she’s a bigger fan of those singers than her dad is, and ended the conversation by saying, “Oh well, have fun! Take pictures! Take me!” Haha.

Dude, my ears are still ringing. Seriously. “You ruptured an eardrum? Wow, were you at a shooting range?” “No, I was at a Brian McKnight concert.” Dumb.

Happy Labor Day. But not for 24 Hour Fitness employess. You guys I thank for laboring through today to keep the gym open so that I could go kill myself. Much obliged.

This holiday weekend, Mr. W and I became “two.” Not two as in two people (altho we’re that, too), but two as in, we need two candles on the relationship birthday cake. We celebrated by doing nothing, our current favorite pastime, since weekends are oddly overbooked these months. So Friday, I stayed home all by myself and hung with the Dodo Boy; Saturday, I cleaned the house, organized some stuff, ran some errands, then in the afternoon finally made it over to Mr. W’s house, where we watched “Perfect Stranger” starring Halle Berry and Bruce Willis on DVD. (The movie affected the mood; I felt sick and perturbed afterwards. Not a great aphrodisiac movie for dates, just to warn you.) Sunday, we had a dim sum brunch with my parents, then went to my house where Mr. W worked some air conditioning filter magic and got my A/C in tip-top shape so that my Fozzy Wozzy Dodo Pal could survive in his unremovable fur coat in this freakish 100+ degree weather. There’s only so much cooling down my dumping ice cubes into his water dishes would allow. Oh, and I cleaned his little ears, so it was a productive day. Then after confirming that college roommie Diana has arrived in San Diego in the afternoon, I drove us down to meet up with her and her friend Gil for a nice dinner. Aside from Mr. W and I walking over a mile to the wrong location to meet them at the bar they were at (the brilliant Ivy League-bound bartender there gave her the correct number of the building, but the wrong street, so that the address made us walk across town stepping over the legs of drunken homeless people and crazy ladies in wheelchairs yelling at us on the streets and avoiding sidewalk pee puddles to arrive at the address we were given, staring confusedly at a run-down Hawaiian burger joint, which was CLOSED, instead of leading us to a safe, lit swanky bar in the middle of night life action in the Gas Lamp District), the night was fun and we got to explore the less ghetto parts of San Diego on foot. Diana also treated everyone to a very nice Italian dinner as an “engagement present” to me and Mr. W. Even as I write this, Diana is out playing in San Diego with Gil, her personal tourguide right now. Nice guy. Very funny. (I mean he’s a funny guy and made me laugh, not that it’s funny-weird that Diana knows a nice guy.) We got back to Mr. W’s house at 2am, and I was exhausted.

This morning while at the gym, trudging from machine to machine, I thought for probably the hundredth time in the past year how I must be just physically out of it right now, because I’ve had to stop to catch my breath in between exercises of my supersets, and will myself to continue to the next exercise. I tried to remember the last time I’d felt full of energy and ready to tear it up. I know I’m anemic right now from the time of month, but the fact that I can’t remember the last time I felt really good in-between exercises makes me wonder, am I getting lazy and unconditioned? Am I *gasp* old? My recent physical examination scored me in high marks health-wise, both in bloodwork (crazy-low triglycerides, ideal blood pressure, low overall cholesterol with high HDL cholesterol) and in physical body (doctor said everything looked and felt very healthy and normal, and I’m right-smack in the middle of the ideal range for my body mass index). So what is going on?

It was so freakishly, insanely hot last nite that I flopped back and forth on my leather couch dying, unable to fall asleep. (No way I was going upstairs to bed; that’s even worse!) I looked over at the densely-furred Dodo, sleeping soundly on the floor, and wondered whether he was actually dead from heat exhaustion. I had windows and doors open, but there was no breeze. I think it was in the muggy low 100s until 4am. At some point in the middle of the night I rummaged through the guest bathroom medicine cabinet, thinking I might have a spray bottle in there somewhere so that I could mist myself, and found a Citrus Punch Body Splash (with moisturizing Aloe Vera!) in a little spray bottle from Bath & Body Works. I spritzed myself down, then spritzed the air in the bathroom, hallway, living room, dining area. I think it helped and I fell asleep soon, only to be awakened by an irritated “grrr” from Dodo as he crinkled up his sensitive cat nose and darted into the kitchen to get away from all the Citrusy goodness.

Poor cat, it was a bad evening for him. I ran a bunch of errands after work and got home late to find that the garage door had been open all day for some reason. I ran in and the cat seemed fine, and my house appeared uninvaded. He yelped and complained about the heat, and I figured he’d enjoy some ice, so I put 5 squares of ice cubes in one of his cat dishes, put the dish under his nose so he can sense the coldness, and I placed it on the floor for him. He eagerly lapped at the ice cubes, except that because I stupidly didn’t put any water in the dish, Dodo’s tongue got stuck on an ice cube. He made a protesting sound deep in his throat, shot his head back spilling the dish a little, and shook the ice cube off. Altho I added water to the ice after that, he wanted nothing to do with it anymore.