Catch-up

Wednesday I must update on a little, methinks. It looked like rain all day long, so I wasn't able to take Daysie for a bike-walk at all. But Carrie (my new boss -- I has a job now!) did ask me to work that day, so after Morning Star closed, my dad brought me over to there and I cleaned for two hours. I mopped, swept, vacuumed and just cleaned bathrooms and sinks. I guess it's not that bad. If I get paid as much as my mom did, it's good money, too. Not a big fan of cleaning, I am, but I'm a big fan of money.

Thursday . . . Thursday I don't remember. Oh wait -- yeah I do. I felt a little nauseated again. And I had to wake up early because I had a doctor's appointment. So my dad brought me to the hospital, they drew my blood and I got a blue sticker because I vomited that morning. They gave me a freaking sticker, like I was six years old. A sticker. Anyway, I'm 120lbs now, not 115, which kinda surprised me. I must say, Eclipse really saved my life that day. I swear we were waiting in the hospital for like two to three hours that day, just waiting for doctors and whatnot. My doctor decided that I don't need to take iron twice a day anymore, and said I could just take a daily vitamin with extra iron in it, which makes me a little happy. My hemoglobin is up to 16, but my iron stores are still a little low. She (the doctor) said that she doesn't want to take me right off the iron because of my history when that happens, which is my iron dropping dramatically and swiftly. I must tell you, really not fun. Don't try it. The doctor also said, because of my morning nausea and other symptoms, that I might possibly, though very slimly, have a brain tumor. It was kinda scary sounding, but they ordered a CAT scan of my brain on Friday. I totally forget what the heck I did after I got home from the hospital, so it couldn't have been of much importance. Oh yeah, I remember now -- I cleaned for work. I definately liked Thursday better than Wednesday; I learned the do's and don't's.

Yesterday I slept in 'till noon, almost right up to the minute. I lounged around for a little bit, started watching Bedtime Stories, but I had to go back to the hospital before I could get very far into it. It took longer to drive to the hospital than to wait in the hospital. I didn't even read four pages when the doctor called my name and brought me to the room with the scan. Even the scan didn't last that long. It was really weird, though. I sat on this bench that moved up and down and back and forth. Then this tube thingy went whirly around my head. It was pretty cool, but weird. So after that I was able to leave, and we were out of the hospital within a quarter of an hour. It was amazing. So we went home and I think I just lounged around again. My mom took me to the mall because my glasses finally were done, and we had to pick them up. I'm wearing them right now, and it's kinda cool, 'cause now I can see with both my glasses and contacts. Then we went to JCPenny's and got me some new bedsheets (because the ones that I have for summer are pink and old -- I HATE pink) and a nightshirt, because all of my pajamas are teeny on me. Then we got home, watched the thunderstorms for a while, then popped in Bedtime Stories again. Then I went downstairs into my room, read 'till midnight and then went to bed.

So now I'm typing this up, at seven in the freaking morning. Why? Because my room was making funny noises that I couldn't ignore. They totally woke me up. What are those noises? Well, at first I thought it was a draft of air pulling at some paper on my desk. Upon closer inspection, with me flicking on the light and putting my glasses on, I got the impression something was in my garbage can. So I pulled my garbage out into the hallway, because I just wanted to go back to sleep. So then I lay on my bed for not even five minutes when the noises started up again, although with a little different sound. They got actually louder and even more frequent. Then I flicked the lights on again, opened my closet door and watched the corner of my closet for a couple minutes. I opened the door to a dresser that has held a mouse before, because I was sure that's what the sounds were, but didn't even find an old mouse turd. The sounds kept coming, and I think they were coming from inside the walls, which totally freaks me out. So I wasn't able to go back to sleep, and it really, really, really annoys me. I think I only got six hours of sleep last night, and I don't see me falling asleep again today. So that means I'm not going to fall asleep 'till one tonight, methinks. Yeah right, I'll be sleep deprived. Well, anyway, I have had suspicions of something in my ceiling, because it sounded like rain in between two floors of our house . . . but I sort of waved that away because I didn't think it was possible. But now that I think something is inside my walls, I'm kinda scared. Don't ask why, because it's kinda obvious. I don't think I'll be able to sleep in my room, and I certainly won't be able to read in my room anymore, or latch-hook or even stand in the center of my room without freaking out. Something is in my room, and I freaking want it out. After I'm done typing this up, I'm gonna go upstairs and see if anyone's up, then tell them why I'm up so early, which is almost un-heard of. If my dad's up (which I totally doubt), then I'm going to pull him downstairs and see if he can figure out what is so freaking noisy in my room. I won't be able to rest until the case is solved. It ain't spiders, I know that for sure -- too big sounding. Oh God, why?

SONG OF THE DAY: Who Can It Be Now ~ Men at Work