Josh says the most random things. He always keeps me amused.
You know… Star Wars is a horrible name for that movie. It’s not like we’re talking about fighting celebrities or large balls of hydrogen and helium burning in space attacking each other.
This gem was said to me today while he was doing the dishes. Our tiny studio apartment that had been silent except for the ambiance of music a few moments prior was now full of Josh’s thought of the day. Well, one of them. I’m sure I’ll be graced with more before the day is done. He certainly keeps me entertained.
We’re both home sick today. I have spent most of it commenting on random blogs and debating whether or not I should change my layout yet again. I really should just spend the money and get an absolutely amazing custom layout made for me and finally not change it every other week.
Every morning when I wake up, my cat Moko follows me wherever I go, meowing obnoxiously until I feed her. It has become pretty annoying and I have been trying to teach her that she doesn’t get what she wants when she meows like that. Some mornings are better than others but yesterday morning was especially horrible. She ended up being incredibly scolded and not being fed until I came back from running my errands that morning. She behaved for the rest of the day.
This morning when I got up, Moko was sitting at the top of the couch outside our bedroom. She just looked at me as if to say, “Good morning!” I was shocked! Never before has she done that. Usually it’s a loud and obnoxious meow and trying to lead me to the food bowl.
I was pleased. I thought perhaps she had learned her lesson from yesterday morning when I got mad at her! I pet her nicely and gave her words of encouragement. You have to reward the good. You can’t just punish the bad, right?
I walked into the kitchen to feed her, all proud of my cat. That’s when I saw the KFC bags from Josh’s unfinished dinner last night all ripped open. The cat wasn’t being her usual self because she had already had a feast.
I’ve been going to the doctor a lot lately. I may have hinted this a few posts ago, but I found out recently that something actually quite wrong with me. My doctor ordered some blood tests because I was experiencing some symptoms that he didn’t like. One of those tests was an ANA Test or Antineuclear Antibody Test. Basically, the test screens for autoimmune disorders. My blood test results came back and my doctors were not very pleased. In fact, they sent me to a rheumatologist pretty much right away.
I was convinced that I just had a low immune system. You know, the most basic thing that could be wrong with me. I’d just walk around with a weak immune system getting sick sometimes. Plenty of people walk around like that and never know they have weak immune systems (besides the fact that they get sick a lot) because they never get a silly blood test like this and they live perfectly fine lives.
Then I heard the one sentence I didn’t want to hear. “You have Lupus.”