The Masjogren's Chronicles? Nah....not feelin it....

That's what my pal Carmen suggested I rename my blog. Gee thanks, buddy. Yeah, it doesn't have a "hook ya" title....thanks for the offer though. But she's right; I may have to rename my blog- once again. Sigh. It's funny- since my post last night, I have had several questions posed to me and also some very shocked looks at work too-- so I thought I would share a few as well as another funny story that was in my memory vault and somewhat goes with this whole new diagnosis thing....just stick with me; I'll save it til the end. And if you don't like the story, tough crap- you're going to finish reading my entry anyway because you love me, right? Or at least I hope you do. Any whoo... on with the random thoughts and questions from yesterday and today:

Someone asked what my treatment would be/and if I've been on the wrong meds for the past 7 months?
Answer: For now, luckily, the treatment will be the same- for now. It may change come the "official" diagnosis in January. Also, if my old wack-a-doodle doc got anything right, it was the meds prescription. What she was prescribing me for lupus is the same meds for Sjogren's- so "whew" on that.

Are you going to rename your new Doc?
Answer: You know...I got some good ones last night- (Dr. McHottie, Dr. Hottie, McLovin, Dr. Eye Candy)....I think when I go back in January, I'll hit him with a Top 10 ist and see which name he prefers... LOL

-When I told my best bud Rebekah about this whole issue with the new diagnosis, she came back with "it's like you have been white your entire life and then you find out your black." OMG. Classic! I about pee'd myself right there in my office. (you have to know Rebekah-- she is off the charts hilarious! That's my home girl! Luv ya RB!! But it also reminded me of the time when I was at a party at the Mill Dam (goin back to my high school Kansas days here...)and they had a big bon fire going. Little did I know, they were burning tires on the fire. Needless to say, the next morning, I woke up to amazement that I was covered in black tire suet. (that's what I get for partaking in adult beverages in HS and not showering off the evidence when I got home past curfew- LOL- sorry Mom)

Dammit. I'm off track again...that WASN'T the story--- it's comin...(and you are gonna want to hear this one, I hope. Back to inquires...

-This whole new diagnosis thing got me back on the workout train (choo choo). I went and worked out over my lunch. But... there was the funniest thing that I observed in the big mirror today while I was on my treadmill doing my jog- Over my left shoulder, this crack head dude had his eyes closed while he was pedaling on his elliptical machine. Is this a new thing? Meditating on a workout machine? Not that I was wishing for this...ok I was....I wanted him to either a) fall asleep and fall off b) someone come up behind him and scare the shit out of him and fall off or c)everyone leave the workout area, turn the lights out and see if the doofus noticed. (these are the crazy things I think about to pass the time on the treadmill)

Ok, I can't wait any longer...the story.

Now, I know that my CDC buds are going to be dying to know who this person is that I am referring to in this story....so come on down to my office tomorrow and I'll fill ya in. :0)

So a few years ago, I was walking into the CDC offices with another good friend and colleague that I used to ride vanpool with. (Yeah, that's another story in itself- yes, I used to ride a vanpool, and I had the nickname "vanpool whore" because a dude had to quit riding our van because his wife didn't like him talking about the "young" women that rode the van when he got home, ie: Me. I think there were some "trust" issues with that marriage...) Back to the story... so Wanda and I were walking into the building and there was one of our other colleagues talking to the security guard. We exchanged hello's and then she jumped on the elevator with us. So I made a comment that I really liked her glasses. Welp, I shouldn't have done that. Instead of just saying "thank you" she starts in: "Well, you know the reason I am wearing my glasses-"- Um, no stupid- but I bet you are going to tell us aren't ya? "well, last night I had wild sex with my boyfriend and my eyes were so dried out that I couldn't even THINK about putting my contacts in this AM. So that's why I am wearing my glasses." No she didn't. Holy shit. I looked at Wanda and she looked at me. Can this elevator hurry the hell up and get to the 4th floor?

So, the running joke with Wanda and me (still to this day), is that whenever I wear glasses to work, she spouts off and says, "wild night, eh?" Blahahaha! BUT..... dammit! The main symptom of Sjogrens is dry eyes-- so guess what Wanda? Let your mind wander- I'm going to be wearing my glasses a lot more in 2011! (either that, or Fred will have a big smile on his face- bam!) I know you guys were thinkin it, so I wrote it! Get yer heads out of the gutter- and Mom, you can stop reading my blog if you want. LOL (smile)

OH, but WAIT! I don't have 3 pair of my glasses that I could even wear right now! Yep, that blog entry is coming soon. That's why Morgan is in deep doo doo. Two weeks ago, he ate my Prada, Dolce and Gabbana AND my Ralph Lauren designer glasses. Yep. So I am now wearing (only at night)- my circa 1989 kickin glasses- I don't even know if they are the right prescription. But never fear, thanks to Clark Howard's website, I ordered two pair of glasses for 21 bucks- that even included shipping! (can't wait to see these). My new vision insurance doesn't kick in until January 1, so I needed something.... sigh. So anyway, dry eyes and all, if you are ever wearing glasses and I smirk at you, now you know why- it's because my eyes are dry and I am trying to focus. LOL

Hugs and talk to everyone again soon!!