So, it has been quite sometime since I have blogged. But let's be honest, I have not really had the time or the energy to be funny and witty. My baby sister-in-law is getting married in 5 weeks, so things have really begun to pick up pace. If we are not shopping, or planning, or partying... it is something else. Normally this would not be an issue at all, but I haven't exactly been the most healthy this year. I came down with what I thought was a mild flu just after New Years. That last about 10 days. As soon as I got over that, I developed a very sore throat and ear ache. Tada - sinus/ear infection. Doc popped me full of antibiotics and sent me on my way. I finished off those meds and started to feel better. For a week... then last week I started to develop what I thought was a cold, it could have been allergies. Who knows. It started to clear up just in time for the bachelorette party. Thank God, because that was a hella good time. So much fun that I spent most of the day after throwing my guts up.
Monday morning brought fatigue and a nagging cough, but I thought nothing about it, just assuming that I was still recovering from the weekends events and the cold I had the week before. 3 o'clock rolled around and I noticed that it was an ice box in the office. I could not warm up. By the end of the work day, my skin was so sensitive (my tell-tale sign that I have a fever) that I was sure that it wasn't just the temperature in the building. Hubs and I hit the grocery store and by the time I got home my clothes felt like razor blades on my skin. As soon as I walked in the door at home, a thermometer was in my mouth. Da da duh... 102. Wow! Now that is a fever - I am usually around 97. I spent that entire night on the couch with my snuggie and 2 additional blankets with no change as to how cold I was. I emailed my boss and let her know that I was not going to be in the next day because of the fever. 2am rolled around and I awoke covered in sweat - sweet! No more fever. The next morning, I took my temperature again, 103. Really?!?!? I immediately called the doc to get an appointment. Note to all internet diagnosers, don't go to WedMD - when I put all my symptoms (fever, coughing, fatigue, aches, headaches, chills), I had either pneumonia, or swine flu.
At the doctors office I sat in the waiting room trying not to breathe in case I had one of the above. I still had a rocking fever of 103 there too. Why is it that I always feel relieved when my symptoms are confirmed by the doc? I think that it is for me, so people don't think that I am exaggerating. I fell asleep twice in the office as I was waiting for my swine flu results. My doctor did think that was what I had and was actually shocked when it came back negative. She did however say that this was one of the worst cases of the flu that she has seen that was not swine. Another confirmation that I was not crazy.
So here I sit, on the couch the same as I have since Monday night (it's Wednesday). It is painful to walk, sit up, and just generally move. I have some mega antibiotics and some decongestant that tastes like battery acid. Even with the cocktail of tylenol and advil, I am still hanging on to this fever. If it is not gone by tomorrow morning, I won't be able to go back to work at all this week. Doctors orders.
Holy cabin fever batman.
February 24, 2010
February 10, 2010
I Hate Dentists
So I just made an appointment with the Dentist for the first time in quite some time. Let's just say since I moved to Dallas... in '05. Before you judge - I still have all my teeth, floss semi-regularly and do in fact brush my teeth. This does not mean that I am not scared out of my ever loving mind. I hate the dentist. Everyone keeps telling me that the one that I will be going to is great and very little pain. But lets just face facts. I cannot go to the dentist without them telling me that I have tartar build up behind me retainer and ripping my gums to shreds. Here is my answer to that... IF YOU WOULD TAKE THE DAMN RETAINER OUT, I COULD FLOSS EASIER. My teeth are straight, I have all my wisdom teeth in and straight. Take it out. I hate the damn thing. I can't wait to be in pain for a sold day after this. Oh, I want to cancel that appointment so bad... so bad. Can you say stressed?
This was all brought on by the fact that my baby sister-in-law just went for the first time in a few years and has 5 cavities and needs a "deep cleaning". They should call it a "wallet cleaning". She made the mistake of going to a big chain dentist. I don't know about in other areas, but in Dallas everyone I know that has gone to one of the big chains has been told that they grind their teeth at night and need a special mouth guard - here is the catch, it is not covered on insurance. I am not kidding. Any-who, they said that she really needs this "deep cleaning" ($1400) to make sure she gets all the junk off her teeth. $14O0 really?!?! And that is on top of her cavity fillings. She will have to pay $980 out of pocket for all this. No way Jose. I've got a feeling .... woo hoo... that she got screwed by that big company.
So anyway, I was told that this dentist is great. That does not mean that I have not worked myself up into a tizzy. I can't wait until tomorrow rolls around and I have pit stains the size of Montana rocking and I make all those nervous giggles that I do when I would rather be dead than doing what I am currently doing. Someone said that some places will give you something to calm you down if you tell them you have high anxiety about your appointment, done. God, please let that be the truth. This is no time for hero's... A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
This was all brought on by the fact that my baby sister-in-law just went for the first time in a few years and has 5 cavities and needs a "deep cleaning". They should call it a "wallet cleaning". She made the mistake of going to a big chain dentist. I don't know about in other areas, but in Dallas everyone I know that has gone to one of the big chains has been told that they grind their teeth at night and need a special mouth guard - here is the catch, it is not covered on insurance. I am not kidding. Any-who, they said that she really needs this "deep cleaning" ($1400) to make sure she gets all the junk off her teeth. $14O0 really?!?! And that is on top of her cavity fillings. She will have to pay $980 out of pocket for all this. No way Jose. I've got a feeling .... woo hoo... that she got screwed by that big company.
So anyway, I was told that this dentist is great. That does not mean that I have not worked myself up into a tizzy. I can't wait until tomorrow rolls around and I have pit stains the size of Montana rocking and I make all those nervous giggles that I do when I would rather be dead than doing what I am currently doing. Someone said that some places will give you something to calm you down if you tell them you have high anxiety about your appointment, done. God, please let that be the truth. This is no time for hero's... A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
February 5, 2010
A Whole New World
So my husband and I have been lucky enough to get some free tickets to movie premiers over the past couple of weeks, and let me tell you, it is a completely different crowd. First of all there are 3 distinct groups: the newbies, the ones that didn't want to pay for a sitter to go to a free movie screening, and the regulars (a.k.a. the crazies).
The Newbies:
These are the people who get free tickets from their friends for a movie that night. They rush home after work discussing how early they need to be there. At first they don't think that they need to be there because there cannot be that many people that have tickets for this, or that will actually go to a 7:30 movie on a school night. They let the dogs out and hit the road. Halfway there they decide that they should just eat dinner somewhere at the mall where the movie is showing and then head over to get in line. Upon entering the mall, you can hear a rumbling of noise coming from the floor above (where the theater is located.) There are already at least 100 people in line and the movie is not scheduled to start for another hour! This is not Harry Potter people, this is The Edge of Darkness. Needless to say, Zach had to run to Sonic while I got in line and we ate dinner on the floor of the lobby. Us = Classy.
The Ones that didn't want to pay for a sitter to go to a free movie screening:
Let me preface this: I am not a parent, so I cannot judge what parents do. I however, can judge the stupidity of people. When we got upstairs we noticed there were a lot of kids up there. I leaned over to Zach and asked to see the tickets. There it was in plain sight "This movie is rated R for graphic bloody violence and language". Sound perfect for my 6 year old, right?!?!?! WTF people. Just because you got free tickets, that doesn't mean that your kid needs to see it because you don't want to get a sitter. We were directly behind said family in line. When they approached the ticket attendant to get into the movie. He looked at her and then at her kid. He asked if she knew that this was a rated R movie, she said "I don't even know what movie this is.... that's OK, he will be fine". She then proceeded to walk in. Not sure how this kid fared in this movie, but the family next to us THAT HAD 3 KIDS UNDER 10, those kids were hating life the second a characters head gets blown off and her guts were hanging out everywhere. Great parenting!
The Regulars (a.k.a. the crazies):
There a complete underground of these people that spend their nights going from free screening to free screening. Now I am not talking about those that are critics or anything, just people. Several people brought their own folding chairs to sit in while waiting in line. What? I... hmmm. We had one such crazy behind us. Our first interaction with this woman is when she asked us if our ticket had been printed on an ink jet or laser printer. Because she was sure based on the quality of the print it must have been ink jet. *cricket cricket*. Then once the flood gates of her mouth opened, it didn't stop. She was asking us about every movie we had seen and telling us every movie she had.
"And did you know that Avatar has made more money than Titanic so James Cameron is thinking of re-releasing it back into theaters as a 3d movie...
"Hi Helen... so good to see you."
"Are you going to Dear John tomorrow and then From Paris with Love on Friday?"
"OK, good. See you there."
"Did you know that you can sneak food into the theater if you have big enough pockets?"
"The only thing that is hard is a drink, but if your purse was big enough, you could put it in there. Are you excited to see this movie?"... Just like that."
Maybe it was the Michael Jackson t-shirt and bright red headband that was throwing me off, or maybe it was the fanny pack. Either way, Zach and I were fighting to see who could make it through the door faster so as not to get stuck sitting next to her. Victory for us! We lost her at the purse check station.
Now, this is not just one isolated incident. There were crazies at the next movie we went to as well... Equipped with folding chairs and everything. They all hugged each other when they got in the theater and visited with others. There were even inside jokes between people from across the room.
Wow. That is really all I can say.
The Newbies:
These are the people who get free tickets from their friends for a movie that night. They rush home after work discussing how early they need to be there. At first they don't think that they need to be there because there cannot be that many people that have tickets for this, or that will actually go to a 7:30 movie on a school night. They let the dogs out and hit the road. Halfway there they decide that they should just eat dinner somewhere at the mall where the movie is showing and then head over to get in line. Upon entering the mall, you can hear a rumbling of noise coming from the floor above (where the theater is located.) There are already at least 100 people in line and the movie is not scheduled to start for another hour! This is not Harry Potter people, this is The Edge of Darkness. Needless to say, Zach had to run to Sonic while I got in line and we ate dinner on the floor of the lobby. Us = Classy.
The Ones that didn't want to pay for a sitter to go to a free movie screening:
Let me preface this: I am not a parent, so I cannot judge what parents do. I however, can judge the stupidity of people. When we got upstairs we noticed there were a lot of kids up there. I leaned over to Zach and asked to see the tickets. There it was in plain sight "This movie is rated R for graphic bloody violence and language". Sound perfect for my 6 year old, right?!?!?! WTF people. Just because you got free tickets, that doesn't mean that your kid needs to see it because you don't want to get a sitter. We were directly behind said family in line. When they approached the ticket attendant to get into the movie. He looked at her and then at her kid. He asked if she knew that this was a rated R movie, she said "I don't even know what movie this is.... that's OK, he will be fine". She then proceeded to walk in. Not sure how this kid fared in this movie, but the family next to us THAT HAD 3 KIDS UNDER 10, those kids were hating life the second a characters head gets blown off and her guts were hanging out everywhere. Great parenting!
The Regulars (a.k.a. the crazies):
There a complete underground of these people that spend their nights going from free screening to free screening. Now I am not talking about those that are critics or anything, just people. Several people brought their own folding chairs to sit in while waiting in line. What? I... hmmm. We had one such crazy behind us. Our first interaction with this woman is when she asked us if our ticket had been printed on an ink jet or laser printer. Because she was sure based on the quality of the print it must have been ink jet. *cricket cricket*. Then once the flood gates of her mouth opened, it didn't stop. She was asking us about every movie we had seen and telling us every movie she had.
"And did you know that Avatar has made more money than Titanic so James Cameron is thinking of re-releasing it back into theaters as a 3d movie...
"Hi Helen... so good to see you."
"Are you going to Dear John tomorrow and then From Paris with Love on Friday?"
"OK, good. See you there."
"Did you know that you can sneak food into the theater if you have big enough pockets?"
"The only thing that is hard is a drink, but if your purse was big enough, you could put it in there. Are you excited to see this movie?"... Just like that."
Maybe it was the Michael Jackson t-shirt and bright red headband that was throwing me off, or maybe it was the fanny pack. Either way, Zach and I were fighting to see who could make it through the door faster so as not to get stuck sitting next to her. Victory for us! We lost her at the purse check station.
Now, this is not just one isolated incident. There were crazies at the next movie we went to as well... Equipped with folding chairs and everything. They all hugged each other when they got in the theater and visited with others. There were even inside jokes between people from across the room.
Wow. That is really all I can say.
February 1, 2010
Gym Funnies
I have been informed that this story is not actually funny but sad, nonetheless, I thought it was amusing enough to write about.
So I have already mentioned that my gym had a crazy amount of Asians. This is more of a side note, but I took a poll. My own survey. I counted the people that walked up the stairs in front of my elliptical. Out of the 32 people that I saw come into the gym. I am not lying... 22 were Asian. Weird. Anyway, back to my story (which does have an Asian flair, so lay off me).
This evening I was watching the step class while I am ellipicizing. Not because I think it is hot, but because the elliptical that I have taken a liking to is located directly in front of the doors to the classroom. Oh that wonderful machine so strategically located directly in front of the giant fans. While watching the step class I notice something strange. There is a woman (Asian - there is the connection) standing in the middle to the classroom just standing. Everyone around her is stepping and twirling and jumping and she is just standing. It quickly dawns on me that she completely and utterly lost. The routine has turned her into a complete petrified statue. Every once in a while she attempts to step up on the step in time with the others, but 98% of the time she is standing completely still with her hands on her cheeks ala Kevin McAllister style. She would break up the complete stupor with a drink from her water bottle... because she was obviously parched. This goes on for a good 15 minutes until she slips out of the back of the class leaving her step behind and heading downstairs to the locker room.
Now, I do feel bad for her. I don't like to see anyone feel stupid like that. But I was completely mystified that it was actually happening.
So to the discouraged stepper out there, hang in there. You will find rhythm someday.
So I have already mentioned that my gym had a crazy amount of Asians. This is more of a side note, but I took a poll. My own survey. I counted the people that walked up the stairs in front of my elliptical. Out of the 32 people that I saw come into the gym. I am not lying... 22 were Asian. Weird. Anyway, back to my story (which does have an Asian flair, so lay off me).
This evening I was watching the step class while I am ellipicizing. Not because I think it is hot, but because the elliptical that I have taken a liking to is located directly in front of the doors to the classroom. Oh that wonderful machine so strategically located directly in front of the giant fans. While watching the step class I notice something strange. There is a woman (Asian - there is the connection) standing in the middle to the classroom just standing. Everyone around her is stepping and twirling and jumping and she is just standing. It quickly dawns on me that she completely and utterly lost. The routine has turned her into a complete petrified statue. Every once in a while she attempts to step up on the step in time with the others, but 98% of the time she is standing completely still with her hands on her cheeks ala Kevin McAllister style. She would break up the complete stupor with a drink from her water bottle... because she was obviously parched. This goes on for a good 15 minutes until she slips out of the back of the class leaving her step behind and heading downstairs to the locker room.
Now, I do feel bad for her. I don't like to see anyone feel stupid like that. But I was completely mystified that it was actually happening.
So to the discouraged stepper out there, hang in there. You will find rhythm someday.
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