Day 5 of "Mangled Wrist Watch '09"
...nothing new to report except i've tried 2 different pain medications and they both made me puke. 6 days left 'till my surgery. morale was low until i got my new HP laptop in the mail this morning. mom brougth me tastycakes yesterday - awesomeness.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
it just keeps getting better
saw the doc today...gonna need surgery on this bad boy. what a nightmare this is proving to be. but as brian pointed out, on the bright side, the metal plate in my wrist will cause metal detectors to go off. cool!
Monday, February 23, 2009
Ah done broked it
well, i've gone and done did broke my right wrist snowboarding this weekend. can you believe it? ridiculous. so considering im typing with my left index finger, needless to say, blogging will be held to a minimum. sucks.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Runaway Train of Thought
Not feeling terribly inspired to write today, but dammit, it’s Friday and I’ve got a monster case of (medical) writer's block. If you want to know how many times my (medical) writer’s block has been cured at 4:14 on a Friday afternoon, the answer is a big, fat zero. So, lest I stare off into space for the next 46 minutes (revealing to the world that – gasp – writers can’t always write on cue, despite the fact that you’re paying them to sit their asses in office chairs for the majority of the day), I’ll blog instead. But be warned, this post is going to be completely train-of-thought, people, and this train is likely to be a runaway. Hold on to your hats…
So, what’s happening this weekend? Not much, but all good stuff. I’ll be racing home to squeeze in an hour of gym time before I accompany Brian to his soccer game to offer moral support and wince in sympathy every time someone gets elbowed in the face (I heard there was a brawl at the last game, and I’m kind of glad Brian and I missed it, but kind of disappointed too).Tomorrow we’ve got the morning together and then he’s got work from 3:00 to 10:00, during which time I’ll probably go to the gym and maybe do a load of laundry or two. Sunday, Brian took the day off so we could go skiing/snowboarding – likely our last trip of the season, as we’ve been trying to save money (or, at least, not spend so freaking much), and lift tickets are getting costly.
I’m looking forward to snowboarding, as always. I was kind of bummed how the last trip went south when I hit the deck pretty hard and mangled my wrist, although I did learn that getting drunk in a ski-lodge bar at 11:00 am is actually pretty fun. That might have been the earliest in the day that I ever got drunk, although I’m not sure: college was a long time ago and a lot of memories are pretty fuzzy thanks to my good old friend “alcohol.’
College was a crazy time. I can’t believe that I graduated 5 years ago. I look at college kids and they seem so freaking YOUNG, and I get confused because I thought college kids were my peers, but no, actually, I’m a lot older than most of them now, and that’s kind of sad. That said, I’m also a lot smarter than them (no college in the world can teach you what experience can), so maybe it’s a good trade-off?
Maybe it is, but I’m really starting to miss my 19-year old metabolism, I can tell you. Making healthy food choices is definitely not as much fun as eating pizza and beer till you’ve reached your capacity. These days, my capacity for food is rarely acted upon, which is probably better for my wallet and my BMI, but that sense of satisfaction that is achieved when you’ve eaten massive quantities of anything and everything that appealed to you and can’t possibly fit one more thing into your stomach is sorely missed. Aah, to be young again.
Speaking of being young, I had a pretty weird and vivid dream last night where I was walking through the house I grew up in, and it left me feeling nostalgic in a sad, wistful kind of way. When the home that you were born and raised in and occupied through your 21st year of life is suddenly ripped from you as your family structure disintegrates in front of your eyes, it’s pretty freaking traumatic. I’ve come to terms with most of my past, but realizing that I’ll never be able to go back to that house really catches me off guard sometimes. It’s like the house just disappeared (although in reality it was just bought by someone else), and sometimes I can feel my childhood disappearing in front of my eyes. It’s a weird feeling. Life is long, and I’ve still (hopefully) got a long way to go before I’m through here. What will be left of my childhood when I'm 80?
It’s kind of crazy when you think about it: everybody dies. Period. We spend our lives trying to avoid the inevitable, struggling to buy more time, and for what? I’d like to think that there’s a heaven, and I’d LOVE to believe in reincarnation (recycling of the soul is a really neat concept, and going “green” is totally in style right now). I mean, who wouldn’t like to think that when you die, you reconnect with your friends and family and loved ones in the next life? How comforting. But the atheist in me just can’t accept the fact that when you die, you do anything other than go to sleep and never wake up. Sometimes I really hate my inner-athiest. She’s such a bummer.
So, there you have it…a terribly long, rambling post on nothing specific, somehow making it’s way to the topic of death with a most depressing outcome. I’m a good time, aren’t I? Well, to cheer you up, here’s a Friday afternoon LOLcat, compliments of icanhascheezburger.com.
Have a great weekend, everybody!
So, what’s happening this weekend? Not much, but all good stuff. I’ll be racing home to squeeze in an hour of gym time before I accompany Brian to his soccer game to offer moral support and wince in sympathy every time someone gets elbowed in the face (I heard there was a brawl at the last game, and I’m kind of glad Brian and I missed it, but kind of disappointed too).Tomorrow we’ve got the morning together and then he’s got work from 3:00 to 10:00, during which time I’ll probably go to the gym and maybe do a load of laundry or two. Sunday, Brian took the day off so we could go skiing/snowboarding – likely our last trip of the season, as we’ve been trying to save money (or, at least, not spend so freaking much), and lift tickets are getting costly.
I’m looking forward to snowboarding, as always. I was kind of bummed how the last trip went south when I hit the deck pretty hard and mangled my wrist, although I did learn that getting drunk in a ski-lodge bar at 11:00 am is actually pretty fun. That might have been the earliest in the day that I ever got drunk, although I’m not sure: college was a long time ago and a lot of memories are pretty fuzzy thanks to my good old friend “alcohol.’
College was a crazy time. I can’t believe that I graduated 5 years ago. I look at college kids and they seem so freaking YOUNG, and I get confused because I thought college kids were my peers, but no, actually, I’m a lot older than most of them now, and that’s kind of sad. That said, I’m also a lot smarter than them (no college in the world can teach you what experience can), so maybe it’s a good trade-off?
Maybe it is, but I’m really starting to miss my 19-year old metabolism, I can tell you. Making healthy food choices is definitely not as much fun as eating pizza and beer till you’ve reached your capacity. These days, my capacity for food is rarely acted upon, which is probably better for my wallet and my BMI, but that sense of satisfaction that is achieved when you’ve eaten massive quantities of anything and everything that appealed to you and can’t possibly fit one more thing into your stomach is sorely missed. Aah, to be young again.
Speaking of being young, I had a pretty weird and vivid dream last night where I was walking through the house I grew up in, and it left me feeling nostalgic in a sad, wistful kind of way. When the home that you were born and raised in and occupied through your 21st year of life is suddenly ripped from you as your family structure disintegrates in front of your eyes, it’s pretty freaking traumatic. I’ve come to terms with most of my past, but realizing that I’ll never be able to go back to that house really catches me off guard sometimes. It’s like the house just disappeared (although in reality it was just bought by someone else), and sometimes I can feel my childhood disappearing in front of my eyes. It’s a weird feeling. Life is long, and I’ve still (hopefully) got a long way to go before I’m through here. What will be left of my childhood when I'm 80?
It’s kind of crazy when you think about it: everybody dies. Period. We spend our lives trying to avoid the inevitable, struggling to buy more time, and for what? I’d like to think that there’s a heaven, and I’d LOVE to believe in reincarnation (recycling of the soul is a really neat concept, and going “green” is totally in style right now). I mean, who wouldn’t like to think that when you die, you reconnect with your friends and family and loved ones in the next life? How comforting. But the atheist in me just can’t accept the fact that when you die, you do anything other than go to sleep and never wake up. Sometimes I really hate my inner-athiest. She’s such a bummer.
So, there you have it…a terribly long, rambling post on nothing specific, somehow making it’s way to the topic of death with a most depressing outcome. I’m a good time, aren’t I? Well, to cheer you up, here’s a Friday afternoon LOLcat, compliments of icanhascheezburger.com.
Have a great weekend, everybody!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
A Letter Involving Cake, With Love (And Open Threats)
Dear work,
Times are really tough, and in this economic climate, I fully understand that businesses are under more strain than ever before. I hear that you recently got some pretty bad news about the company that provides us with the vast majority of our business, and now our own financial standing is looking a little wobblier than it did two weeks ago. I totally sympathize with the fact it feels like the rug was pulled out beneath you – hey, we ALL feel a little uneasy – and I can’t imagine what kind of late-night meetings are going on in an attempt to keep gas in the well-oiled machine that I’m (relatively) happy to be a part of.
I want to make it clear that I really, really appreciate the fact that you’re trying to cut costs to save jobs. Nobody wants to be let go, and nobody wants to see their friends and coworkers let go either. I have no problem turning out the light when the editorial staff is out of the office. I have no problem using toilet paper of a lesser quality (although don’t think that just ‘cause I haven’t said anything I haven’t noticed. Trust me…the brand of TP that you recently switched to makes itself WELL KNOWN while in use. Let’s just say that cotton-soft it aint’). I have no problem fully committing myself to the job (between the hours of 8:45 and 5:00, obviously. No freebies here) and giving my absolute best if it’s going to help the company get through this rough patch. Hey, we’re all just trying to survive, right?
There is, however, one item that I am not willing, under any circumstances, to sacrifice:
Birthday cake
You may not be aware of it, but the monthly company birthday cake is largely held to be a beacon of light in our dark, monotone, procedure-laden world. You also may not be aware of it, but on more than one occasion, that cake was the motivating factor to get my butt out of bed and in to work instead of calling out sick. That cake is the heart and soul of the company; it makes friends out of enemies and pulls me and my coworkers back from death’s doorstep with the promise of sugary icing so sweet it'll make your teeth ache.
Let it be known that if you remove the monthly birthday cake, there WILL be repercussions. There are a few things in my life you shouldn’t mess with, and cake is one of them. Oh, I’ll cut you. I’ll cut you good.
That said, thanks again for not laying me or any of my coworkers off. As much as we grip about having to come in to work every day, those bi-monthly paychecks sure do come in handy with..oh…living and such.
Thanks again :-)
Sincerely,
An employee who takes her baked goods very, VERY seriously and is not afraid to shank a bitch
Times are really tough, and in this economic climate, I fully understand that businesses are under more strain than ever before. I hear that you recently got some pretty bad news about the company that provides us with the vast majority of our business, and now our own financial standing is looking a little wobblier than it did two weeks ago. I totally sympathize with the fact it feels like the rug was pulled out beneath you – hey, we ALL feel a little uneasy – and I can’t imagine what kind of late-night meetings are going on in an attempt to keep gas in the well-oiled machine that I’m (relatively) happy to be a part of.
I want to make it clear that I really, really appreciate the fact that you’re trying to cut costs to save jobs. Nobody wants to be let go, and nobody wants to see their friends and coworkers let go either. I have no problem turning out the light when the editorial staff is out of the office. I have no problem using toilet paper of a lesser quality (although don’t think that just ‘cause I haven’t said anything I haven’t noticed. Trust me…the brand of TP that you recently switched to makes itself WELL KNOWN while in use. Let’s just say that cotton-soft it aint’). I have no problem fully committing myself to the job (between the hours of 8:45 and 5:00, obviously. No freebies here) and giving my absolute best if it’s going to help the company get through this rough patch. Hey, we’re all just trying to survive, right?
There is, however, one item that I am not willing, under any circumstances, to sacrifice:
Birthday cake
You may not be aware of it, but the monthly company birthday cake is largely held to be a beacon of light in our dark, monotone, procedure-laden world. You also may not be aware of it, but on more than one occasion, that cake was the motivating factor to get my butt out of bed and in to work instead of calling out sick. That cake is the heart and soul of the company; it makes friends out of enemies and pulls me and my coworkers back from death’s doorstep with the promise of sugary icing so sweet it'll make your teeth ache.
Let it be known that if you remove the monthly birthday cake, there WILL be repercussions. There are a few things in my life you shouldn’t mess with, and cake is one of them. Oh, I’ll cut you. I’ll cut you good.
That said, thanks again for not laying me or any of my coworkers off. As much as we grip about having to come in to work every day, those bi-monthly paychecks sure do come in handy with..oh…living and such.
Thanks again :-)
Sincerely,
An employee who takes her baked goods very, VERY seriously and is not afraid to shank a bitch
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I...Still....Got The Blues
Day 4 of “Funk-Watch ’09”, and things are looking glum. Literally. I’m a gloomy gus. Actually, I’m more of a gloomy, irritable, mildly emotionally unstable gus, but whatever. I’ve gotten so far as to realize that my emotional malaise is primarily work-related, so at least that’s one piece of the puzzle that’s solved. However, that puzzle piece was no help to me this morning when I practically cried because I had to come in to work. I mean, nobody really WANTS to go to work, but crying about it is a little extreme, even for a PMSing closet-hippie like myself.
My immediate problem is that I’m not terribly busy at work right now. As much as I claim to be a lazy person, apparently I’m happiest at work when I’ve got a heavy workload. I guess this makes sense. When I’ve got tight deadlines at work, I’m usually too busy to think about all the reasons that I’m not cut out for a corporate desk job. But give me a few generously-space projects and no immediate deadlines, and my mind instantly wanders to all the things I’d rather be doing than sitting in front of a computer. Of course, this leads me to think about my more abstract, “big-picture’ problem, i.e., that I’m not really cut out for a corporate desk job. Sitting in front of a computer screen all day for me is kind of like wearing underwear that’s too small: even though it’s serving a very important purpose, it obviously doesn’t fit, and no matter how much you tug at it, it’s just not meant to be on your behind.
I think I have a work wedgie :-(
Tonight’s plans call for wine, rest, and some QT with my main squeeze. Brian always knows how to get me back on track, which is one of the many reasons why he’s the best thing that ever happened to me (and which is also why he brought me home flowers this morning. That guy, I’ll tell ya!) As I get older, I’ve learned that happiness, depression, anger, or any other emotion, is as much a choice as it is a state of being. Taking an active role in your current state-of-mind is one of the best ways to get where you want to be. For me, sometimes, it’s just figuring out what I need to do to get back to my happy place. And in this case, I think a little booze and snuggling is just what the doctor ordered.
Allright, people, I’ve got my Pino Noir, I’ve got my man, and I’m ready to be in a good place again. Let’s do this!!!
My immediate problem is that I’m not terribly busy at work right now. As much as I claim to be a lazy person, apparently I’m happiest at work when I’ve got a heavy workload. I guess this makes sense. When I’ve got tight deadlines at work, I’m usually too busy to think about all the reasons that I’m not cut out for a corporate desk job. But give me a few generously-space projects and no immediate deadlines, and my mind instantly wanders to all the things I’d rather be doing than sitting in front of a computer. Of course, this leads me to think about my more abstract, “big-picture’ problem, i.e., that I’m not really cut out for a corporate desk job. Sitting in front of a computer screen all day for me is kind of like wearing underwear that’s too small: even though it’s serving a very important purpose, it obviously doesn’t fit, and no matter how much you tug at it, it’s just not meant to be on your behind.
I think I have a work wedgie :-(
Tonight’s plans call for wine, rest, and some QT with my main squeeze. Brian always knows how to get me back on track, which is one of the many reasons why he’s the best thing that ever happened to me (and which is also why he brought me home flowers this morning. That guy, I’ll tell ya!) As I get older, I’ve learned that happiness, depression, anger, or any other emotion, is as much a choice as it is a state of being. Taking an active role in your current state-of-mind is one of the best ways to get where you want to be. For me, sometimes, it’s just figuring out what I need to do to get back to my happy place. And in this case, I think a little booze and snuggling is just what the doctor ordered.
Allright, people, I’ve got my Pino Noir, I’ve got my man, and I’m ready to be in a good place again. Let’s do this!!!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I Got The Blues
Okay, I think I’m officially in a funk. I suspect its part post-vacation blues and part lack of outdoor activity, with a smidge of financial stress and a dash of PMS (which, I can tell you, does not help ANYTHING). When I was grumpy on Sunday, I wrote it off as empty-house syndrome, which crops up every time Brian works a 24-hour shift at the Fire Department. When I was grumpy on Monday, I did my best to ignore it, mainly because, well, I’m grumpy EVERY Monday. But this is the third day in a row I’ve been grumbling along, and I can no longer discount the fact that I’m not my usual cheerful (well, less-grumpy) self.
Being that there’s no obvious exterior reason for my miserable attitude, I have to assume that my interior parts need some adjusting. I’ve already started by eating healthier, which definitely fell by the way-side while I was living it up in Quebec and Tampa. I’ve also reinstated my exercise routine which, as much as I hate to admit, plays a big role in my mental well-being. I’ve been getting enough sleep, so that’s not the issue, and I’ve been squeezing in as much quality time with Brian as possible, which is never enough as I’d like but that's life, right?
So, really, what else can I do? Tonight I plan to hit the gym hard to exhaust my grumpiness into submission. I also plan on going food shopping, which I actually think is pretty fun and will result in an overall cost-savings that is sure to ease my financial worries a bit. And if that doesn’t do the trick, there’s always yoga, my dog, and a good old-fashioned veg-out in front of the TV. But somehow, in the back of my mind, I’m thinking it’s not going to be enough. There’s a bigger dissatisfaction that’s lurking inside me, and I really need to figure it out. Well, actually I've already figured it out. At this point, I'm just hoping it'll go away.
But maybe that’s just the PMS talking…what do I know?
All I know is that I’d better be in a hell of a lot better mood come tomorrow or drastic measures will be called for in the form of ice cream, chick flicks, booze, and a good cry. It’s never pretty getting yourself back on the right track, but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet and become a cliché. So here’s hoping I a different woman tomorrow, because lord knows today has been sacrificed to my inner-bitch. Let's just hope that she's satisfied.
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