Abnormal

In October of 2006, I went to the Dermatologist for the first time. My mom kept telling me to go and since I knew my medical insurance was coming to an end, I booked all my doctor's appointments including my first trip to the Dermatologist. To give you a little background, I am covered in moles and freckles. I grew up at the beach and town pools and can maybe count on one hand how many times I remember being truly sunburned. Ok, back to the month of October 2006. I go to my DR and she looks at me and says "you've had way too much sun exposure." That's the first thing she says to me as part of the exam. I tell her my background etc etc. She has now looked at multiple spots on my body under a magnifying glass (no joke). She comes across a spot on my leg that looks suspicious so she says I'm going to remove this. "I am going to inject you with a local anesthetic and then scrape it off." Ew. Gross. Long story short, she did this procedure and I ended up crying. Not by choice. It just happened. I don't like doctor's offices and I especially don't like needles so this frightened me some. A week passes by and I get the results. "There are some pre-cancerous cells. So I want you to come back in." Luckily Mom was coming into town shortly after and I had her come with me. DR gives us 3 options. 1) We can watch it closely (I LOVE this option!) 2) We can do the same thing we did last time and remove a little more or 3) Cut a large diamond shape out of my leg. Luckily DR was not too keen on option 3. So Mom talked to DR to confirm that choosing option 1 was still a safe option knowing what the results of the test were. It's totally fine. So great, no more cutting. Wrong. Somehow we get onto the conversation about a spot on my back. A fairly large one. So just to be safe, she removes it. I was shaky but much better than the time before. And I had Mom with me. So all is good. A week later, I get the results. Normal. Woot woot!

Last Thursday I went back for my 6 month check-up. In the interim from the last appointment and this one, she has requested that I take Total Body Medical Photos. So I walk into the office with my folder of photos (which are by no means a boost in self esteem). She gets through about 90-95% of my body (while referencing the photos) and says "everything looks good so far." Wrong again. She finds a spot on my upper back, almost on my left shoulder. She looks at it multiple times with her new little gadget that has a little light and eye hole thingy and says "I see specks of red in this one so I want to remove it." Oh goody! So by this time, I am much more calm through the whole process and am very proud of myself! She does it, it takes like less than a minute and I'm back to putting on my clothes and walking out the door. Yesterday I get a phone call from my DR asking to call her back. I knew this was not a good sign. "There are a few abnormalities. It's not melanoma but I want you to come back and I want to cut deeper and wider without giving you stitches. That will make your life much easier." "Is it like my leg or something different?" "It's like your leg." Okay then.

So I now have had 3 moles removed and 2 of the 3 have come back with abnormalities. So I will be going back to have more of me removed for testing. I am a little scared but at the same time I know this has to be done for my health. But it still doesn't lessen the fear. There is still the factor of the unknown and I really think that's what is frightening to me.

SUNSET BOULEVARD

So on Friday afternoon, I finally finished moving all my furniture over from my old apartment to the new one. It was a stressful time for me. I went through Craigslist to find a mover who then confirmed my move on Friday and when they didn't show up and I called, they said that I wasn't on their schedule. So I had to wait another hour for movers to come in from Brooklyn. Once the job was done it was less than an hour later and I was taking my second shower for the day. It was the hottest day of the year thus far (93 degrees) and I was blessed with the act of moving. Oh joy! I pray that I don't have to move again for very long time. The only good thing is that I was able to purge a lot of stuff and hope to continue to purge as I put things away in the new place. Anyone really good at this? And do you wanna come help me? Too bad my mom didn't live close by....she's really good at it!


The Tony Awards are coming. June 10th. And what a day that will be. A nice way to celebrate my 5 years of living in New York City and who to celebrate with other than the best of the best on Broadway and my dear friend, Molly. I am really truly excited. Mols will be here for almost 4 full days and I can't even begin to tell you how thrilled I am to see her. It just happens to be a bonus that we're going to the Tonys. :) I will try to take lots of pictures to post here. At least one of Molly and I. Ahhh...we're gonna have so much fun. SUNSET BOULEVARD!

Album that's on repeat on my iPod: All Shook Up. The Original Broadway Cast Recording. You can't go wrong with a musical set to Elvis tunes. Makes me so happy. Check it out!

HUGE

Today at the store, I saw a Mastiff for the very first time. He was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. So mellow and so HUGE. He was only 15 months old and came to my mid-thigh. When he is full grown he'll be over 225 pounds. To give you an idea how big he is...his neck size is 30 inches, at 15 months. And he lives in a New York Apartment. How do they move around?!?

A better day

So each day is getting just a little better. Yesterday Steve peed on my brand new couch. Of course I was irritated immediately but I am trying not to waste my energy there cause there's really nothing that I can do except clean it and pray that he doesn't do it again. So I've supported my friends store and have bought nature's miracle and urine-off. Let's just hope one of those does the job and I am left with a non-smelling couch. I did have an emotional day on Tuesday so one's theory is that Steve was reacting to my vocal tears. Who knows. Lets just hope he doesn't do that again. Oy.

I had a job interview today. I think it went really well and I like the company. It would allow me to work with children on almost a daily basis, allow me to have a flexible schedule, and still allow me to do theatre. They WANT me to do theatre. It's great. So we're crossing our fingers. :D

Okay, off to watch Grey's Anatomy season finale. I fear what's going to hang in the balance. I will cry. So let's hope those tears don't bring Steve to pee...on my couch. My brand NEW couch. My new REEEEEDDDD couch. *sigh*

No energy for a title.

Cloud 9 has blown away. Shitty shitty day today. I have to keep reminding myself that tomorrow is a new day. But it's not working. I guess we'll see how I feel when I wake up tomorrow.

Cloud 9

I am currently on cloud 9 and couldn't be happier. Until I watched this....

Blasphemous

A twin bed, an air-conditioner, a dresser and a trunk. That's what's left to be moved out of my apartment. It does NOT take 3 men and 400 dollars to do this when I'm moving Total Est. Time: 2 minutes Total Est. Distance: 0.50 miles. Thank you, Mapquest! Highway robbery I tell you! Bastards. Ok, done venting.

Code Blue

So today I got my hair cut. I am honestly traumatized by this. The woman that cut my hair clearly didn't understand my explicit detail in how my hair works. I now have bangs. Bangs. I have been upset since about 3.30. That's when I looked in the mirror at the grand finale. There were no fireworks or confetti. And I love confetti. So yeah, traumatized. I am wearing a headband so that I can pretend I don't have bangs. Though when I wake up tomorrow and they're still there, I will realize that it wasn't a nightmare.

Good memories

One of my favorite theatre memories in New York City is when I worked on Dame Edna's show. Every night, I laughed till my sides hurt. I didn't realize how much I missed her voice or her dancing until I saw this video. Oh the memories...