Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Gods Must be Crazy – or Just Hate Me

We put up our Christmas tree up last night.  It isn’t as decorated as I’d have liked, but BF was helping and this is our first Christmas together so I wanted him to feel like he had a say… oh yeah, and I wasn’t supposed to be on my feet so I really couldn’t have had a say if I wanted. 
I must have been in a mood last year when I packed all the Christmas decorations, because I can’t find half the crap I display around the house.  Okay… I can’t find any of the crap I display around the house.  So  the most we have this year is a lightly decorated Christmas tree and the four stockings I’ll be tacking to the wall a little later today.

So this is what my foot looked like last night when I got home.  Not a pretty site. 

Well this is how my day is going so far.  My neck muscles hurt from work.  My upper back hurts because of that time of the month.  Oh Yeah… it’s that time of the month, body aches from a relapse of my cold and my cankle looks like I have elephant man syndrome.  And to top it off, my skin is stretching so much from the swelling that it’s starting to itch!  Can it get any worse?!?  I’m sure it is so I’m offering a peace offering to the Gods.  I promise to be a better and kinder person (although I'm not sure how I'll improve on perfection) if you will please back off so I can have some relief of some type.

HO HO HO… Merry Charlie Brown Christmas!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Good Grief Charlie Brown!

Somehow I managed to prolong my appointment with exercise.  Well, not actually… I know how I did it, but I didn’t do it on purpose.  So yesterday, after dinner, my boyfriend and I had to drive over to a car lot to pick-up his car.  Well instead of pulling into the lot, to change drivers, he stopped on the street right outside the parking lot where his car was waiting.  Me, seeing a car was going to pull up behind us, tried to run a Chinese Fire Drill.  – for those of you that don’t know what this is, it is when the driver and a passenger get out of the car, run around the car and in the process switch drivers.  Well in doing this I managed to step into a crack in the street, rolled onto my ankle and just about destroyed any possibility for joining a dance troupe in the near future. 
As I crouch there in pain next to my car trying desperately not to scream out in pain, my wonderful and loving boyfriend tells me to stop faking it and that no way can a sprained ankle hurt that bad.  I was only wishing that it was a sprain.  But no… I did not just twist my ankle, I rolled onto it and put all my weight (and there is a lot of it – the weight that is) on the ankle.  As I did this, I remember the last time this had happened.  I couldn’t wear shoes for months and was told not to walk or lift or pretty much live until the swelling had gone all the way down.  Well it wasn’t possible then and it isn’t possible now.
Back to my “accident.”  5-10 minutes later I’m still crouched over in pain wracking my brain how I’m going to stand up and hobble over the two steps into the car and drive (YES!!!   I STILL HAD TO DRIVE!!!) home.  At some point my bf tells me to suck it up; still not realizing what really had happened.  If I hadn’t had so much pain in my leg, I would have popped him one for that comment.  Bf manages to help me hop into the car and I carefully place my foot into the foot well.  As I drive home, I make sure not to move my foot at all because I can already feel the pain emanating from my ankle to the opposite side of my foot.  I’m also trying to not cry since I need to drive home on the freeway and as we all know - tears will blind our view if crying while driving.   So to combat my pain, my teeth are chattering away like I’m in the middle of Antarctica – naked.  (btw… my jaw hurts from grinding my teeth all day today when walking, sitting, rolling my ankle again…) 
As I drive into my garage, I allow myself to finally cry in pain.  Which still my bf is completely amazed at how much of a girl I am acting like.  Well I hobble over to the couch and carefully pull up my pant leg and notice that my ankle has swelled up to the size of a baseball.  I show my bf and his comment is “I don’t notice a difference.” Why this comment?  Because I was lucky enough to be born with cancles.  I laugh at this through my tears. 
I did apply an ice pack immediately,  and have been advised by my friend (who majored in Sports Therapy/Medicine or something like that) of applying ice in 20 minute intervals and wrapping my ankle down to my toes. 

As a side note, I have stopped drinking soda and have started my “students” diet today.  What is that you may ask?  Well, I’m living off a student’s budget until after Christmas so all I could afford to purchase for breakfast this week was some instant coffee and granola bar, cup-o-noodles and granola snack for lunch and macaroni and cheese with canned veggies and spam for dinner.  Notice no mention of soda in my grocery list.  Weighed myself and I will only admit that I need to lose at least 60 lbs to be down to my goal weight.  Only 60…

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Found in my Junk E-Mail

From:  Christmas is Coming

'nuff said...

Monday, December 12, 2011

This is the First Day of the Rest of My Life...

And so my new life begins…
I had to wake at the God-awful time of 5am this morning.  My neighbors have roosters so you’d have thunk that waking up at that time wouldn’t be hard, but it was!  My body is not used to waking up at that hour.  I dragged myself out of bed this morning and took a nice hot shower, made sure everything was packed in the car (for my new job) and headed out.  With only 15 minutes to get to work, I forgoed my Starbucks stop.  I raced to get on the freeway only to be met by all of the other San Diegoans.  Oh my gosh!!!  Traffic.  That is so foreign to me.  I’ve never had to drive in traffic before.  My commute was always 10 minutes at most… from home… no freeway… with a stop for coffee if I so desired. 
Well, no more coffee here.  Today wasn’t even my regular start time.  Tomorrow will be a half hour earlier.  There better NOT be any traffic at 6: am.  Ugh… 6am.  And… I need to make something to share at our potluck also!  I’ll be making the tide-true Mexican meat dish of Mole.  No it is like a mole on your body.  It is Moe Lay.  Now say it with a Hispanic accent.  There you go.  Now shut up, because it still sounds silly when you say it. 
Anyways I digress… I got to work and got the key to my new office.  No… I’m not chill like that.  I share this new office with 7 other people.  But Adriana and I are the first ones in the office so far.  Well, I had to lug everything in from my car… in the rain, with only help from Adriana, Elaine and some very nice man who brought in my 2 ton tub.  It brought up my asthma and I couldn’t stop coughing for about an hour or so.  Very annoying.

I’m almost completely settled in… except for the fact that I can’t get on to our network.  Where is most of my work?  On our network.  Grrrrr….
Well, I managed to forget my gym clothes at home so I guess I’ll be exercising, tonight, with the Slim in 6 DVD I have.  I also need to go get groceries.  Since I don’t have a lot of money, I’ll be focusing on getting food for tomorrow’s potluck and then lots of cup-o-noodles and hamburger helpers for the week.  So much for eating well this week. 
As a side note... my mom referred to one of my cats as Snookie.  SNOOKIE!!!  It started up my coughing again because I was laughing so hard.  MOM... my cat's name is Sniffles not Snookie.  She sleeps around the house - not around the Jersey Shore. 
Hope the rest of my week turns out better.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

The Grave is Calling Me...

I'm dying here. I am here to write my obituary, because I'm sure this cold is going to take my life.  It's already started because I'm losing weight.  Isn't that the first thing to go when you are dying?  So... Maybe... I'm exaggerating just a little bit.  But I am pretty sick.  Son (we'll call him Juan Guillermo - yes another name I wanted to name a child - when I was going through my latin phase.  JG for short) has been home sick ALL week.  Took him to the doctor on Thursday and was told "he's sick."  Since he's been out sick all week, I was required by law to get him a doctor's note.  Well the doctor wrote the note stating that JG couldn't go back to school until Monday.  Thank goodness for that because today (Saturday) we are both still in bed.

Well... I started feeling Tuesday evening.  I hoped that it was just my imagination.  Because we all know that parents are NOT allowed to get sick... EVER!!!  I woke up Wednesday and decided I was going to stay home.  Felt pretty good most of the day, but sick enough to stay home.  Thursday I woke up feeling as if a bomb was exploding in my head.  Well boyfriend guilted me into going to work.  Something about want to spend my vacation time on vacation, in a month, instead of now while sick.  So, I went to work, promptly called the doctor for my son and waddled through the day.  BF was a sweetheart and tool us all to dinner that night, but by the time I'm usually eyeing the dessert tray, I was daydreaming of my comfy bed at home and the wonderful sleep that was awaiting me.

I did fall asleep immediately, and woke up the next day feeling even 100 times worse than the day before. It didn't help that a big wad of something decided to lodge itself into my breathing passage and I woke up gasping for breath because I could not breathe or cough.  Somehow i was able to loosen it and Ailish, of course did the, necessary waking of my chest and repeatedly stating "you almost died."

I have some urgent work awaiting me at the office so no time to feel sorry for myself.  I jump in the shower and get my daughter out the door.  As I'm taking her to work all I could think about was making the pounding stop inside my head and why on earth is the sun so fricken bright today.  I mean, not even my sunglasses are helping me out.  I get to work and am confronted by one of my co-workers.  Typically she's okay, but for some reason all I want to tell her is to back the f-off and stop talking.  I process my 10 minutes of work and promptly tell my boss "See Ya!  Urgent matter taken care off.  Going home."  He's got his own stuff going on so he pretty much brushes me away with a "whatever."  Actually my boss is really cool, but he knew I was not into working and I really don't take time off from work so...

As I'm driving home, all sounds are still driving me crazy and aside from my normal symptoms of having a head cold, I'm now feeling my saliva decide to have a meeting in my mouth.  Never a good sign.  As I drive up to my mom's house, I realize I have a sinus cold AND a migraine.  Will this pain never end???

I promptly take my Excedrin migraine and literally pass-out.  I did wake up in a much better mood a little later because the migraine new it was no match for the meds.  Well, I've been in bed ever since.  I did try to have the requisite diet of the sick: chips and sour cream.  My tummy didn't like it and quickly dispelled it from my body.  So, I've been pretty much living off of 7-UP.  One benefit is the weight loss I mentioned earlier.  My pants are loose again!  Yeah!  I'll take weight loss anyway I can.