The Transition from Anakin to Vader Equals MAJOR Dark Side Points

So I saw Episode 3 the other day. Much more enjoyable than 1 & 2,even if it did start off a bit slow for me. And this, I find rather funny. Lucas still can't write a love scene however. Those M&Ms were yummy, but I can't find them anymore. Sigh. More later.

A Bit of Good News

Well, my recovery and such seems to be going well. I'm off the shots for now and just taking the Coumadin. My doctor also seems to think that I'll only be on the Coumadin for a 3-6 months, but of course, that could change. My birth control options will be limited for the rest of my life and if Chad and I ever decide to have a child of our own again, my pregnancy would be high-risk from the beginning. But that is a few years away yet.

PE Doesn't Just Stand for Physical Education

It also stands for Pulmonary Embolism. And I have one. I spent two days in the hospital for this and it's likely that I may be on medication for it for the rest of my life. Right now I have to take a pill and give myself a shot twice a day of blood thinners. Fucking sucks. I can no longer be on any chemical form of birth control, and at the same time if we want anymore children, some heavy-duty planning is going to be needed because my meds cause serious birth defects. All this crap and I'm only 24 years old. This shit isn't supposed to happen to people as young as myself. I'm not supposed to have a serious medical condition yet. No more alcohol for me, I'm supposed to really limit foods that have vitamin K (green, leafy vegetables like lettuce and broccoli). Right now, I need to have blood drawn every day to make sure my meds are thinning my blood like they should. I have to be cleared by my doctor for long distance travel. My doctor is just flabbergasted that I have this condition. I was having shortness of breath and chest tightness on Monday and went in. They figured it was just stress (which I was under) that was causing this. However, to be on the safe side of things, she decided to order a CT scan of my chest. And thank god she did because it probably saved my life.

Holy Shit! It's May!

In about 15 days, Erik will officially cross over from infant to toddler (even though that transition has already begun) in an event that is more commonly known as his 1st birthday. Shit. Where did the time go? We sent out the invitations for his parties (yes, plural) today and hopefully people are nice enough to heed the RSVP. I hate it when people just ignore it. Anyway, I don't feel like getting into a discussion about etiquette right this second. Sometimes it's hard to believe that one year ago I was confined to sitting on the couch or lying down in bed with a belly that extended rather far out in front of me (I would guess that it was at least a good foot out there, with a couple of good feet kicking around my internal organs). Well it is late, and I meant to write more, but that'll have to wait since my brain refuses to process coherent thoughts right now.