Man, I didn't know you would all be so accepting of my incoherent whining. I'm impressed! Maybe I'll whine all the time from now on. It was hoooootttt today. I was sweeeeaating. Whiiiiiiine.
Kidding. I'll cut that shit out now. It was even annoying to me.
Today has been a little bit better. Lily went to the vet and was diagnosed as having an upper respiratory infection. She got a shot, which I had to hold her during (okay, I lied, will whine one more time. She was so pathetic when she got the shot. She yipped and cried and it broke my heaaaaart) and some medicine to take for about a week. I bribed her with peanut butter when we got home so she would forgive me for holding her during the shot. That dog owns me.
Then jparks went to the doctor for a mole and the doctor was all "You might have cancer" so that is fun. I'm totally not freaking out about this yet, I'm waiting until they slice a piece of his leg off and do a biopsy on it. Then I might freak out, so if you see a post that's just "ejhrgniwrotnviegwhcwng CANCER cwioehfcngoegurghn JPARKS neirncgovtbcrnfoxewg!" you'll know what's going on.
After that bit o'fun I went to the doctor (we were all about medical treatment today in the Parks household) and had an xray done of my knee. Since falling at BlogHer last month, I've had some pain in it when I run. And then the day after running. And then anytime I encounter stairs. The xrays showed nothing and now the doctor wants me to spend money, out of pocket, for an MRI. When I asked how much money we were talking about he said "Not too bad, about $1000. A real athlete like Mr. Phelps would spend that on his knee in a heartbeat." Uh, Mr. Doctor, I am not Mr. Phelps. I do not have enough money to fill a swimming pool, then do laps in it to break the world record for fastest 100m butterfly in a pile of $100 bills. Mr. Doctor told me to think about it overnight. Do you guys think that if I concentrate really hard, a spare $1000 will appear in my checking account? Also, can I concentrate and get a pony?
I also wore cute shoes today which helped lift my emo mood and I had this:
You might say eww, but I say yum.
Also, my hair is looking awesome and the guy at the Border's coffeeshop gave me an extra shot of espresso in my latte. I'm fairly certain it was thanks to my cleavage. So, yay for boobies!