Hell hath no fury like Mother Nature scorned!

Listening To: Dana Fuchs - Why Don't We Do It In The Road

Well. I had an interesting night.

Mom took some photos of me for my website, J-H.com. A few of them turned out quite well and I'll be using them for the layout on my site when the redesign is done. I wouldn't think that it would take too long to finish up.

Anyway. Since around noon yesterday, my stomach was hurting. It didn't feel like cramps of any kind- it felt more like someone had punched me in the gut. It was a tight, hard-feeling pain and it made me nervous, considering my medical history and my last surgery. It was only a little over a month ago so I didn't want to take any chances- especially when it started hurting even more about 8 PM. So, we met Grandma and Uncle Greg in town and they drove Mom and I to the hospital. On the way there, it was pouring. Rivers were slowly rising and it was warmer than usual, so the loads of snow everywhere was melting too. For someone who has lived by the sea their entire life, roads merging with rivers is a bit of a creepy sight, even for me.

We were likely there until around 2:30 AM or so. Of course, most of that time was spent waiting in the waiting room. Oy. I really, truly, honestly loathe out-patients. It's a terrible place, most of all for someone who is ill.

I saw a doctor I'd never had before, Dr. F. He was cool, though. Funny. He didn't say anything at first, just moved my tank top sleeve and looked at my tattoo. He apparently is "fascinated by them". He thought maybe it was ovarian cysts or maybe Appendicitis. He ordered some x-rays after he examined me and I got blood works done and the whole shebang. Turns out nothing serious was wrong with me- just some minor thing. I have to adjust my medication slightly and I should be fine.

The drive home was... kind of exciting, to be quite honest. Mom and I decided to stay the night at Grandma's since it was so late. It had stopped raining in town- not around my grandmother's place though! The fields going into her house were like lakes in the darkness. Meak little brooks were now raging rivers, some of them as high as the bridges over them! And it was still raining!

When we got to Grandma's, I stuffed some Ritz crackers in my mouth because I was so hungry. Then, Grandma gave me another birthday present, as well as a card from my aunt/uncle/cousins. (See?! I told Mom I could make my birthday last all month!) Grandma's present was an antique fox fut hat in an antique hatbox. The hat looks quite cool on me and its so soft... but I could never bring myself to wear it out in public. I'm extremely anti-fur... but I'm okay with my hat because a) it was a gift and be) it's an antique, so no fox will have to die to replace it... as far as I know, anyway... But anyroads, it will make a good addition to my hat collection.

We came home early this afternoon. We started out the main road but one of the river was still quite deep over the road so we had to turn around and take the other route. Plus, the road that way was so rough and broken up that we had to take the truck instead of Grandma's car. But we finally got home, safe and sound. The flooding isn't so bad around here but it might have been worse last night.

I could have kicked myself. When we were driving along, there were a couple places that would have made amazing photographs. But of course, I didn't bring my damn camera. (Like Mom said, it wasn't exactly the first thing on my mind when we were getting ready to go to the hospital.) But still... Dammit.

Speaking of doctors and hospitals and whatnot, I have an appointment with Dr. J tomorrow in Halifax at 2:30. Greg and Grandma are taking me. I think I'll get Greg to stop in at Michael's. According to their website, they have loads of scrapbooking stuff. I imagine their stuff is none too cheap, but I might find a few things I wouldn't find anywhere else.

Actually, to be quite honest, I might just set up a small tent in the back somewhere and just live in Michael's. I think I would be quite content, living there.