Flashback.
Ugh. I spoke too soon about not having any sinus issues. Wednesday night I started getting a sore throat and feeling extra tired. Thursday was even worse - gravel on fire. I left work early, too, and slept on and off all afternoon. I downed juice, water, and tea. I used the neti pot. Skipped class. I felt a little better Friday morning, but started feeling bad as the day went on. I was done working before 2:00, so I laid down and dozed. Skipped working out. I wanted to be rested for Saturday.
I tried to boost myself up Saturday morning. We thought about going to the gun show before lunch, but I didn't feel like it. I think I found one of those loaders for the 9mm online, though. We made a stop at W@lmart for a few things, then went home to eat a quick lunch. (I got a vest because I was too hot to wear a jacket, but he insisted I'd want more than a t-shirt to cushion the recoil from the rifles. While I didn't shoot the shotgun or the 30.06, it wasn't bad.)
I was the only female there. There was Jeff's boss, the boss' son, two coworkers, and three of their friends, including a cop. It wasn't bad, though. I had the most popular gun, as I figured, the second being the Colt .45 that one of his coworkers brought. We took the most guns, too. When we opened up the handgun cases, one of the guys asked me what was mine. I said, "All of these but the .32 (revolvers all in one case), and the 9mm. And the SKS, M1, .22 rifle..."
We shot the handguns first. Someone brought a table, so we placed it about halfway down the range. We probably shot 100 rounds through the Python. It got the most action. Heh, action. Had a scary incident with the Colt .38. A shitty round stuck in the end of the barrel. I think one of the same rounds stuck in the cylinder of the Rossi a couple months ago. Glad it was the last round, otherwise I might not have noticed. Won't be using those again. When we finished with those, we moved the table back a brought out the rifles.
I finally shot the M1 and the SKS, and my granddad's .22 rifle. A guy with us called it a "youth rifle," I guess because it was so light and only took one round, and didn't make much noise. I shot it the first time, and he said, "Did you even fire that thing?"
There was a kerfuffle (or something) about us having driven trucks back to the range we used, toward the back. Apparently the owner didn't like it, even though the ground was mostly dried out. We had too much shit to carry, though we ended up having to carry it back when they made them move the trucks.
I wasn't finished when the kerfuffle happened, so I stayed and shot the .22, which I hadn't gotten to yet. (Couldn't leave without shooting them all. Dad wouldn't forgive me.) I was a little anxious about the rifles, because I don't remember even having shot one (except maybe when I was a kid). The shooting wasn't so bad, but figuring out how to load them was a bit of a challenge. The M1 was a breeze. It had magazines, and we had speed loaders for them. The SKS took 5 rounds into a built-in magazine. We have other, larger magazines for it, but we didn't bring them. I did ok, though. I know how to handle guns, in general, or at least enough to not look like an idiot.
We need to invite my Dad to come out and shoot with us. It was a lot of fun. We spent four hours there, out in bumfuck. They shot skeet for a little while before we left. I didn't. I was starting to feel bad again. And the eye protection were digging into my head because of the ear protection, which are like head phones. Maybe I should wear ear plugs instead. I didn't think I'd be very good at skeet, also, so I didn't bother. Of course, I wouldn't have been the only one.
So, I got the time outside I'd been craving, and I shot lots of guns! Woo! And, he didn't say, but I bet some of them were worried about a woman going. I certainly must have blown any preconceptions they had out the window. And I had the best gun. When I went back behind everyone to get more ammo, I heard one of them joking with another, and something like "just like a woman." When I got back I calmly said, "Did someone say 'just like a woman'?" Jeff said jokingly, "Calm down, it's ok."
Saturday night I felt progressively worse and more tired and congested. I decided I'd buy some Zyrt3c D, but the pharmacy was closed. Dammit. WTF is the point of OTC if I can't buy it without taking a little card to the pharmacy? So I ended up with a cheap store brand decongestant to take along with the regular Zyrt3c. It's not the decongestant that has everyone's panties in a wad, so it was on the shelf. It works ok, probably not as well as the other. I've been popping those and Tylen0l every 4-6 hours, and the Zyrt3c once a day. And the neti pot once or twice a day.
I broke down last night and started another 3 day course of presdnisone. This is what he wanted me to do last time. And I've been back on Zyrt3c nearly a week, and upped my Fl0nase dose to the regular dose again, and I don't have an infection or fever. Hopefully it will help.
Oh, I might have mentioned that I might have offended my sister's adoptive mom. Well, I didn't. I emailed her yesterday to see how the birthday gathering she mentioned (for my sister and her grandmother) went. I was a little concerned, because I got the impression she'd get back to me with details if I wanted to go, but I never heard back after my reply that went something like this - "Oh great, a dog. Just what they need. Maybe that will keep her from having an oops on purpose baby." And some other rants.
Turns out my sister went to jail last week for trying to stab her boyfriend with a pair of scissors. Nice. Where was the COPS film crew? He called the cops on her after jumping from the second story window to avoid more fighting since he is on probation. She apparently called her mom's cell phone like 15 times, but it doesn't accept collect calls. So, she was mad that she didn't care enough to bail her out. Her boyfriend ended up doing it, and now they're living trash-ily ever after. She didn't call me. She knew the answer. I'm tempted to call her to see what happened in her words. Don't want to open the flood gates, though.
And though they just got an apartment and a dog, the boyfriend has no job. Her mom called her on Sunday to wish her a happy birthday. At first she hung up, then she called back. My sister claimed that no one had called, no one cared. But her mom found out later that her parents had called my sister, as well as her Dad's mom, and her brother.
Wow. She has more issues that I realized.
Going to try to vote shortly. Wish me luck.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
so many issues
Awesome story.
Time waster.
I took Thea to the vet Friday. Her weight and blood work were all normal, so we're going to every three months instead of monthly for her re-checks.
I've been invited to spend a few days in a cabin in Gatlinburg next month with a group of people. The only ones I know are definitely going are my instructor, his girlfriend, a classmate, and his wife. More people may go, but we're not sure yet. I'm not sure yet. I've been assured I won't feel like a fifth wheel. We'll see. I mentioned it to Jeff Friday night, but he didn't really say anything. We were kind of bouncing between that and other topics, and he was looking at a catalog, so I wasn't sure how he felt. I brought it up again later and he said, "If you want to go....why, should I be worried?" He was joking. I should have known he wouldn't have a problem with it. I just wanted to run it by him, because it's definitely not the same thing as going on a weekend trip with Leigh.
So, that's one obstacle out of the way. Another is a federal report I have due that week, which I've already done. As long as it's ok, that won't be a problem. Now, money and any other unforeseen work issues could still keep me from going. Also, social anxiety. I hang out with these people a lot at the gym, but never have outside it (other than one fight I went to). And my food issues. They plan to make a grocery run when we get there, and there's a Kr0ger, so that part should be ok. Dining out with a group is always tricky. I don't do clubs or bars, but they may not even want to. I could be pressured into playing R0ck Band. Maybe. Depending on the song, if I could get over my embarrassment, I could belt something out with the best of them. I do it in my car most days.
Oh, Thea's meds. I'll have to give her a pill the day we leave (Thurs?) and the day we come back (Sun). The litter boxes might be another issue. The most used one will have to be scooped at least once (preferably twice) while I'm gone. The other should be ok. Hopefully Jeff will do it. I'm sure the stench will be motivation.
And yeah, I wanted to go back there with Jeff at some point, because it's where we got married. We didn't have the time or money to stay and check anything out, or take pictures. I have to take a picture of the Dolly statue. I'll hold off on any of that in hopes that we can go one day.
I jacked up my wrist on Saturday. Jack did a professional wrap on my right hand to practice for that night when he would be in the corners of three different fighters. I guess it didn't protect my wrist as well as my regular wraps do, plus we were on the heavy bags. I think the hooks did it. It was really sore Saturday and Sunday, despite the ice. I wrapped it Sunday night to keep myself from moving it in my sleep in a way that would hurt, and at work on Monday. I'm sure it will be fine.
I finally got wrist splints. The pharmacy across from the hospital called my insurance company last week, and they said they would be covered 100% there. I hated the splints they had, , though, but the more comfortable ones at my regular pharmacy were not covered. Oh well. They are more comfortable, but will still take some getting used to.
We're going to an outdoor gun range this Saturday. We're taking the rifles, the shotgun, and all the handguns. Well, maybe not the Rossi. I've had enough of it. That morning, we're going to the gun show. I'm hoping to find a speed loader for the 9mm clips. It is a pain in the ass. I wish I could afford to buy a nice, light .38 with a decent grip. Still need to order the "presentation grip" for the Colt, even though it won't be as good as the one made post-1971. It will cover the back of the handle and be better than two pieces of wood, at least.
And here I thought the sinus crap that everyone seems to be getting had skipped me. My throat started hurting on Wednesday, and worse Thursday, including the face ache. Fun times. I started taking Zyrt3c and drinking throat coat tea and lots of water, so hopefully it won't progress. Maybe it's just the lack of humidity.
And I left early Thursday. Couldn't take it. Skipped class, too. Slept off and on all afternoon. If I go ahead and rest, it usually doesn't get worse or last as long. Hopefully. My throat is better this morning for the first time in a couple days. Jeff turned on the furnace last night, though, so I've gotta stay hydrated.
Time waster.
I took Thea to the vet Friday. Her weight and blood work were all normal, so we're going to every three months instead of monthly for her re-checks.
I've been invited to spend a few days in a cabin in Gatlinburg next month with a group of people. The only ones I know are definitely going are my instructor, his girlfriend, a classmate, and his wife. More people may go, but we're not sure yet. I'm not sure yet. I've been assured I won't feel like a fifth wheel. We'll see. I mentioned it to Jeff Friday night, but he didn't really say anything. We were kind of bouncing between that and other topics, and he was looking at a catalog, so I wasn't sure how he felt. I brought it up again later and he said, "If you want to go....why, should I be worried?" He was joking. I should have known he wouldn't have a problem with it. I just wanted to run it by him, because it's definitely not the same thing as going on a weekend trip with Leigh.
So, that's one obstacle out of the way. Another is a federal report I have due that week, which I've already done. As long as it's ok, that won't be a problem. Now, money and any other unforeseen work issues could still keep me from going. Also, social anxiety. I hang out with these people a lot at the gym, but never have outside it (other than one fight I went to). And my food issues. They plan to make a grocery run when we get there, and there's a Kr0ger, so that part should be ok. Dining out with a group is always tricky. I don't do clubs or bars, but they may not even want to. I could be pressured into playing R0ck Band. Maybe. Depending on the song, if I could get over my embarrassment, I could belt something out with the best of them. I do it in my car most days.
Oh, Thea's meds. I'll have to give her a pill the day we leave (Thurs?) and the day we come back (Sun). The litter boxes might be another issue. The most used one will have to be scooped at least once (preferably twice) while I'm gone. The other should be ok. Hopefully Jeff will do it. I'm sure the stench will be motivation.
And yeah, I wanted to go back there with Jeff at some point, because it's where we got married. We didn't have the time or money to stay and check anything out, or take pictures. I have to take a picture of the Dolly statue. I'll hold off on any of that in hopes that we can go one day.
I jacked up my wrist on Saturday. Jack did a professional wrap on my right hand to practice for that night when he would be in the corners of three different fighters. I guess it didn't protect my wrist as well as my regular wraps do, plus we were on the heavy bags. I think the hooks did it. It was really sore Saturday and Sunday, despite the ice. I wrapped it Sunday night to keep myself from moving it in my sleep in a way that would hurt, and at work on Monday. I'm sure it will be fine.
I finally got wrist splints. The pharmacy across from the hospital called my insurance company last week, and they said they would be covered 100% there. I hated the splints they had, , though, but the more comfortable ones at my regular pharmacy were not covered. Oh well. They are more comfortable, but will still take some getting used to.
We're going to an outdoor gun range this Saturday. We're taking the rifles, the shotgun, and all the handguns. Well, maybe not the Rossi. I've had enough of it. That morning, we're going to the gun show. I'm hoping to find a speed loader for the 9mm clips. It is a pain in the ass. I wish I could afford to buy a nice, light .38 with a decent grip. Still need to order the "presentation grip" for the Colt, even though it won't be as good as the one made post-1971. It will cover the back of the handle and be better than two pieces of wood, at least.
And here I thought the sinus crap that everyone seems to be getting had skipped me. My throat started hurting on Wednesday, and worse Thursday, including the face ache. Fun times. I started taking Zyrt3c and drinking throat coat tea and lots of water, so hopefully it won't progress. Maybe it's just the lack of humidity.
And I left early Thursday. Couldn't take it. Skipped class, too. Slept off and on all afternoon. If I go ahead and rest, it usually doesn't get worse or last as long. Hopefully. My throat is better this morning for the first time in a couple days. Jeff turned on the furnace last night, though, so I've gotta stay hydrated.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
doggie enemas and loud cell phone talkers
Fucking ridiculous.
Hmph.
Filo continued to improve through the week. He went out at lunch time Wednesday, and came in all tip tappy and butt wagging, as usual. He's eating and drinking, and not showing any signs of loss of balance, etc. The emergency vet was concerned because none of the findings could have cause the neurological symptoms, but they certainly went away as the other issues worked themselves out, so to speak.
Jeff took him to our vet on Saturday to follow up. They said he's fine. No people food - for anyone! They are not happy about this development.
A friend of mine took a kitten from another friend who found her a couple months ago. Has twice now not taken one from me. Now, because of jealousy issues or something, the kitten is peeing in places, including on her daughter. Well. She wants to find another home. My first thought is, hmph. Get rid of it! Don't try to correct it or check for a physical cause! I know she is a good pet owner, though, for the most part. My next thought is, see, you could just give her back to me if you'd have taken one of mine. I have an open return policy. Then I think, well, maybe I'm glad she didn't take one. I'll never say any of this to her.
Am I horrible?
I did it. I posted this infamous pic on a highly conservative, christian, sometimes racist message board. Got tired of the anti-Obama shit, as ignorant as some of it is.
Then my post was deleted because of nudity, and I received a "bullet." Wow. As horrible as that pic is, it's the NUDITY that they find offensive?
I spent over two hours at the vet on Monday afternoon. My appointment was at 4:15, which I should have known was a bad idea. I even got tired of reading my book. I also got tired of the loud cell phone talker. He reminded me of my brother, Allan. He called several people. As soon as he got off the phone with one, he'd call someone else. He was talking about MMA stuff, too. At one point he said something like this, "Well, if he doesn't want to wear his head gear, then I'll just punch in the face without it." Dude, you're so BAD! Whatever.
I was able to get my doctor's full attention, though. He's not the only doc there, and they are implementing a new computer system in each exam room. This is what he said contributed to the delay. I'll select him as PCP on my next plan.
About the spider veins - he said that this was cosmetic, and wouldn't be covered. He said that any clots mentioned by my esthetician that may need mapping for were not the serious clots, so no go on that. And he said (as others have said) that they weren't as bad as I thought they were. I told him that it probably didn't help that my skin was transparent and I could see normal veins, too. He laughed.
About the finger numbness - he thinks I have carpal tunnel rather than a back issue. He did say that he doesn't put much value in chiropractic care, but knows that some get benefits from it. And he thinks that I'd have back pain or something radiating through my shoulders and arms if it was that. And I guess the assumption that it had to do with the tingling in my back when I first started getting adjustments could be incorrect. He suggested bilateral wrist splints at night, saying that relieving the pressure for a few hours has helped some people. Also, anti-inflammatories. I'll hold off on the latter. Got to go look for splints at the same place I had to get Thea's meds last month.
And then he guilted me into a flu shot, saying it was a good idea with the asthma. OK, fine. I haven't had one in years. Stacey said, "Why the hell did you do that?" She is anti-flu shot. I don't know. She thinks people get sick afterward. I never have (knock on wood). I never get sick, though, except for sinus crap. I guess it can't hurt (as long as I don't get sick).
He also encouraged my working out, rather than telling me to stop lifting weights, as Jeff said he'd do. Damn, I would be pissed. I think something has clicked in me. I didn't want to be told I couldn't work out. I skip making appointments on Tues/Wed if it will interfere with my workouts (even a study that would have earned me $75). Jeff mentioned "everyone" (still not clear on that) going to an outdoor shooting range on a Saturday. I asked if it was after my classes. Yeah. I want to keep going. I want to continue seeing results. I want to get stronger. I want it to be obvious, so I don't have to loud talk on my cell phone about punching people in the face.
I downgraded my cable subscription, again. For the past two weekends, the cable through the box has made us want to stab ourselves in the eye. Besides an "area outage" this past weekend, the other two TVs were fine. The weekend before last, I called them and set up an appointment. I tell them it is not a problem with my house, but they have to do this to rule out or escalate, or whatever. On Wednesday, the tech showed up and I had forgotten to call them to cancel, since the cable looked ok from Monday on. No problem, she said.
Then I called about the outage this past Saturday, but it was an area issue, and it came back on by the afternoon. But, the cable through the box still looked like an abstract painting. So, Jeff's friend Chuck, who used to be a cable guy, suggested bypassing the box. So he did, and it was fine, except that the tuner in the VCR only gets up to channel 78, which is the last one we were concerned with. (Spike. Shut up! Gotta have UFC.)
I called them about this Monday morning. She wants to send someone out Tuesday from 11 to whatever. I ask, "What about people with jobs?" They had no appointments this weekend, how about next? ~sigh~ Just downgrade me. Sure, I didn't know I would be working at home on Wednesday even though it would mean I'd only be in the office two days this week since Monday was a holiday (boss said it was ok with him), and could have made an appointment then, but damn. It's so tiring dealing with them. I'm a little pissed about not having the guide stuff to tell you what's on, what's coming on, etc., but I'll get over it. And I rarely had time to sit down and watch MTV2 (or the other channels where they actually play videos), anyway. Plus, it looks like it will save me around $20 a month.
Speaking of saving, yeah, not much of that going on, as usual (besides my 401k). I'm hitting the credit card with as much as I can spare after groceries, bills, gas, doctor co-pays and prescriptions every month. Usually around $500, hopefully more. I'm still not buying gifts this year. Doesn't make sense to.
Hmph.
Filo continued to improve through the week. He went out at lunch time Wednesday, and came in all tip tappy and butt wagging, as usual. He's eating and drinking, and not showing any signs of loss of balance, etc. The emergency vet was concerned because none of the findings could have cause the neurological symptoms, but they certainly went away as the other issues worked themselves out, so to speak.
Jeff took him to our vet on Saturday to follow up. They said he's fine. No people food - for anyone! They are not happy about this development.
A friend of mine took a kitten from another friend who found her a couple months ago. Has twice now not taken one from me. Now, because of jealousy issues or something, the kitten is peeing in places, including on her daughter. Well. She wants to find another home. My first thought is, hmph. Get rid of it! Don't try to correct it or check for a physical cause! I know she is a good pet owner, though, for the most part. My next thought is, see, you could just give her back to me if you'd have taken one of mine. I have an open return policy. Then I think, well, maybe I'm glad she didn't take one. I'll never say any of this to her.
Am I horrible?
I did it. I posted this infamous pic on a highly conservative, christian, sometimes racist message board. Got tired of the anti-Obama shit, as ignorant as some of it is.
Then my post was deleted because of nudity, and I received a "bullet." Wow. As horrible as that pic is, it's the NUDITY that they find offensive?
I spent over two hours at the vet on Monday afternoon. My appointment was at 4:15, which I should have known was a bad idea. I even got tired of reading my book. I also got tired of the loud cell phone talker. He reminded me of my brother, Allan. He called several people. As soon as he got off the phone with one, he'd call someone else. He was talking about MMA stuff, too. At one point he said something like this, "Well, if he doesn't want to wear his head gear, then I'll just punch in the face without it." Dude, you're so BAD! Whatever.
I was able to get my doctor's full attention, though. He's not the only doc there, and they are implementing a new computer system in each exam room. This is what he said contributed to the delay. I'll select him as PCP on my next plan.
About the spider veins - he said that this was cosmetic, and wouldn't be covered. He said that any clots mentioned by my esthetician that may need mapping for were not the serious clots, so no go on that. And he said (as others have said) that they weren't as bad as I thought they were. I told him that it probably didn't help that my skin was transparent and I could see normal veins, too. He laughed.
About the finger numbness - he thinks I have carpal tunnel rather than a back issue. He did say that he doesn't put much value in chiropractic care, but knows that some get benefits from it. And he thinks that I'd have back pain or something radiating through my shoulders and arms if it was that. And I guess the assumption that it had to do with the tingling in my back when I first started getting adjustments could be incorrect. He suggested bilateral wrist splints at night, saying that relieving the pressure for a few hours has helped some people. Also, anti-inflammatories. I'll hold off on the latter. Got to go look for splints at the same place I had to get Thea's meds last month.
And then he guilted me into a flu shot, saying it was a good idea with the asthma. OK, fine. I haven't had one in years. Stacey said, "Why the hell did you do that?" She is anti-flu shot. I don't know. She thinks people get sick afterward. I never have (knock on wood). I never get sick, though, except for sinus crap. I guess it can't hurt (as long as I don't get sick).
He also encouraged my working out, rather than telling me to stop lifting weights, as Jeff said he'd do. Damn, I would be pissed. I think something has clicked in me. I didn't want to be told I couldn't work out. I skip making appointments on Tues/Wed if it will interfere with my workouts (even a study that would have earned me $75). Jeff mentioned "everyone" (still not clear on that) going to an outdoor shooting range on a Saturday. I asked if it was after my classes. Yeah. I want to keep going. I want to continue seeing results. I want to get stronger. I want it to be obvious, so I don't have to loud talk on my cell phone about punching people in the face.
I downgraded my cable subscription, again. For the past two weekends, the cable through the box has made us want to stab ourselves in the eye. Besides an "area outage" this past weekend, the other two TVs were fine. The weekend before last, I called them and set up an appointment. I tell them it is not a problem with my house, but they have to do this to rule out or escalate, or whatever. On Wednesday, the tech showed up and I had forgotten to call them to cancel, since the cable looked ok from Monday on. No problem, she said.
Then I called about the outage this past Saturday, but it was an area issue, and it came back on by the afternoon. But, the cable through the box still looked like an abstract painting. So, Jeff's friend Chuck, who used to be a cable guy, suggested bypassing the box. So he did, and it was fine, except that the tuner in the VCR only gets up to channel 78, which is the last one we were concerned with. (Spike. Shut up! Gotta have UFC.)
I called them about this Monday morning. She wants to send someone out Tuesday from 11 to whatever. I ask, "What about people with jobs?" They had no appointments this weekend, how about next? ~sigh~ Just downgrade me. Sure, I didn't know I would be working at home on Wednesday even though it would mean I'd only be in the office two days this week since Monday was a holiday (boss said it was ok with him), and could have made an appointment then, but damn. It's so tiring dealing with them. I'm a little pissed about not having the guide stuff to tell you what's on, what's coming on, etc., but I'll get over it. And I rarely had time to sit down and watch MTV2 (or the other channels where they actually play videos), anyway. Plus, it looks like it will save me around $20 a month.
Speaking of saving, yeah, not much of that going on, as usual (besides my 401k). I'm hitting the credit card with as much as I can spare after groceries, bills, gas, doctor co-pays and prescriptions every month. Usually around $500, hopefully more. I'm still not buying gifts this year. Doesn't make sense to.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
paranoia and more vet bills
Yep.
I had a HUGE ego boost on Friday night. A friend of ours that we've known for a few years came by. Usually I'm in bed (or in my pajamas) or in class when he comes by, so I don't see him. I was getting ready to go work out, and he sees me walk into the kitchen. He said, "Long time no see. Your arms are getting kind of big. Come in here and make a muscle. DAMN!" Heh. It was kind of awesome.
On Saturday, I went to the second class. Damn cats. They wake me up at 6:00-6:30, I feed them, go back to sleep (eventually), and don't wake up until 9:30. Anyway, I used my new gloves, and busted the crap out of my knuckles on both hands. I'd used them on the focus mitts on Monday, and they were uncomfortable, but not this bad. We were on the heavy bags because we didn't have enough people for groups of three. Ouch. So, being the obsessive compulsive (shopper) that I am, I bought these. Sports Author!ty only had L/XL. I wasn't sure if they even came in smaller sizes, as I'd never seen them. The gym had some, too, but they were also L/XL. I ended up getting them at H!bbett, even though they were $5 more. I didn't want to drive to other locations, and I'd have to pay shipping online, anyway. They're vinyl, similar to the ones I have, but have better wrist straps and padding. Should be ok. I don't really bust my knuckles with the old ones unless I wear the shorter, non-stretchy hand wraps. I feel kind of cheesy buying this brand, but they seem to be pretty good. I'm certainly not jumping on any bandwagon, as the dude at SA seemed to think. Maybe I'm just paranoid.
Damn. On Sunday night, I went to bed too late, then stayed up too long reading The Handmaid's Tale. Hey, it's a good book. Kind of appropriate in this political climate. I also moved Children of Men up to the top of my N3tflix list. I was telling Stacey about the book, and she said it sounded like the movie. Oh yeah, that's on my list. I will probably be scared and pissed off while watching it.
I must have issues. I'm paranoid about what an employee at Sports Author!ty says, a comment from my boss, an invite to a cabin with a group of people. Oh, I'm out of holy basil. Maybe that's it.
Ha. My stepmother's answer to the same question I sent to her with my passive aggressive answer:
20. Currently hate right now?
TOO MANY EMAILS IE: 20 OR SO FROM THE SAME PERSON DAILY!!!!!
Oh yeah. Superbad = 2 hours of my life I'll never get back.
So tired. I haven't been getting enough sleep, then we took Filo to the emergency ER. Yesterday morning, Jeff said he didn't want to get out of his bed, didn't eat, didn't go into the bathroom with him as usual. At lunch, same. Didn't get out of his bed or eat, or go outside. Last night was worse. He started to heave, and tried to stand up, but couldn't. His front legs just slid out from under him. We couldn't tell if he'd hurt his legs somehow, or what. He also peed on himself and the bed. He was having what I thought were neurological symptoms - not being able to hold himself or his head up, swaying, no balance, twitching. The doctor thought the same. They did x-rays and blood work. He has pancreatitis...or something. His bowels were full and impacted. His bladder was also full. His liver levels (or one of them) was elevated. They gave him an enema, and we took him outside. No luck. They gave him more, still no luck. They sent us home with his x-rays, an antibiotic, a stool softener, and subQ fluids in him. 2+ hours = $688.
They told us to take him to our vet this morning, but he seems to be doing much better, walking ok, not any swaying or leaning that I've seen. He's going to take him probably Saturday, though. He thinks he dropped a load last night. We know he peed some at the ER, too. He said that "people food" can cause this, or treats, rawhide, cat food, feces, etc. Yes, he gets bites of food on occasion, but he was recently given "Beggin Strips" that we got as a sample in his dog food. He'd never had them, and the vet said that those could cause it, too.
I had a HUGE ego boost on Friday night. A friend of ours that we've known for a few years came by. Usually I'm in bed (or in my pajamas) or in class when he comes by, so I don't see him. I was getting ready to go work out, and he sees me walk into the kitchen. He said, "Long time no see. Your arms are getting kind of big. Come in here and make a muscle. DAMN!" Heh. It was kind of awesome.
On Saturday, I went to the second class. Damn cats. They wake me up at 6:00-6:30, I feed them, go back to sleep (eventually), and don't wake up until 9:30. Anyway, I used my new gloves, and busted the crap out of my knuckles on both hands. I'd used them on the focus mitts on Monday, and they were uncomfortable, but not this bad. We were on the heavy bags because we didn't have enough people for groups of three. Ouch. So, being the obsessive compulsive (shopper) that I am, I bought these. Sports Author!ty only had L/XL. I wasn't sure if they even came in smaller sizes, as I'd never seen them. The gym had some, too, but they were also L/XL. I ended up getting them at H!bbett, even though they were $5 more. I didn't want to drive to other locations, and I'd have to pay shipping online, anyway. They're vinyl, similar to the ones I have, but have better wrist straps and padding. Should be ok. I don't really bust my knuckles with the old ones unless I wear the shorter, non-stretchy hand wraps. I feel kind of cheesy buying this brand, but they seem to be pretty good. I'm certainly not jumping on any bandwagon, as the dude at SA seemed to think. Maybe I'm just paranoid.
Damn. On Sunday night, I went to bed too late, then stayed up too long reading The Handmaid's Tale. Hey, it's a good book. Kind of appropriate in this political climate. I also moved Children of Men up to the top of my N3tflix list. I was telling Stacey about the book, and she said it sounded like the movie. Oh yeah, that's on my list. I will probably be scared and pissed off while watching it.
I must have issues. I'm paranoid about what an employee at Sports Author!ty says, a comment from my boss, an invite to a cabin with a group of people. Oh, I'm out of holy basil. Maybe that's it.
Ha. My stepmother's answer to the same question I sent to her with my passive aggressive answer:
20. Currently hate right now?
TOO MANY EMAILS IE: 20 OR SO FROM THE SAME PERSON DAILY!!!!!
Oh yeah. Superbad = 2 hours of my life I'll never get back.
So tired. I haven't been getting enough sleep, then we took Filo to the emergency ER. Yesterday morning, Jeff said he didn't want to get out of his bed, didn't eat, didn't go into the bathroom with him as usual. At lunch, same. Didn't get out of his bed or eat, or go outside. Last night was worse. He started to heave, and tried to stand up, but couldn't. His front legs just slid out from under him. We couldn't tell if he'd hurt his legs somehow, or what. He also peed on himself and the bed. He was having what I thought were neurological symptoms - not being able to hold himself or his head up, swaying, no balance, twitching. The doctor thought the same. They did x-rays and blood work. He has pancreatitis...or something. His bowels were full and impacted. His bladder was also full. His liver levels (or one of them) was elevated. They gave him an enema, and we took him outside. No luck. They gave him more, still no luck. They sent us home with his x-rays, an antibiotic, a stool softener, and subQ fluids in him. 2+ hours = $688.
They told us to take him to our vet this morning, but he seems to be doing much better, walking ok, not any swaying or leaning that I've seen. He's going to take him probably Saturday, though. He thinks he dropped a load last night. We know he peed some at the ER, too. He said that "people food" can cause this, or treats, rawhide, cat food, feces, etc. Yes, he gets bites of food on occasion, but he was recently given "Beggin Strips" that we got as a sample in his dog food. He'd never had them, and the vet said that those could cause it, too.
Friday, October 03, 2008
work, workout, chores, repeat
What? Compared to the brain-piercing drums on St. Anger? Alrighty then.
My kind of cakes! (mostly icing)
Hello!?!?! Get the little snot factory off the cat, or don't get mad when he scratches the shit out of the brat.
I'm so passive aggressive. I sent this in one of those getting to know you emails to two of the offenders:
What do you currently hate?
Political and religious emails.
Yeah, still didn't stop my stepmother.
I had a good weekend. I was able to leave early Thursday to get an adjustment, then to get a massage. I had them scheduled an hour apart, but I should have known I'd have extra time. So, I sat in a parking lot and read my book for a while. I skipped class because I didn't want to screw up my back right after the adjustment, etc. And my legs. One of my calves was so tight that every time she hit a certain spot, my leg would jump like it was a reflex test. The shin splints are better, but still hurt. We did some sprints in the parking lot last week to warm up, and that first takeoff hurt so bad that it stopped me in my tracks. I eased up a bit and was able to continue, though. I've just got to work through it, I guess.
I took Friday off and hung out with Leigh. We went to Harmony, where we had entirely too many plates on the table. Then we went to the mall to search for shoes for class. Yeah. I got more annoyed and contrary as the day went on. The mall people are not very helpful. I saw several wrestling type shoes on one store's website, but nothing in the stores. We went to Av3da so I could get more cleanser. The lady went through the spiel about how I'd save money if I bought the gallon size (not really), and she was right. Plus, it will keep me out of the mall that much longer (since I never heard back from my stylist, who was supposed to order some for me). So I said, "Fine." She looked bewildered, and Leigh started laughing to let her know I was joking.
I ended up getting these from Sp0rts Authority. When the dude asked for my phone number at checkout I said, "WHY?" He said, "Well, you don't have to it's for coupons..." I said, "Good, no." I'm really turning into my Dad.
Then I went to work out on Friday night, as usual. Chest, back, and abs. My former trainer showed up to heckle us. I asked him if he had somewhere else to be. My instructor being there is bad enough.
On Saturday I went to the first class, which hasn't happened in a while. My instructor was leaving to get his blue belt in jiu jitsu, so he wasn't staying for HIT class. Kay, Jess and I were gonna do it, but decided to do legs instead. That idiot who thinks we're scared of her (and a tag along) stayed. Damn, she gets on my nerves. She bitched when I suggested walking lunges at one point, and looked at her, "Do you want a workout or not?" "Yes, ma'am." STFU. I told Jess that having her there must have motivated me. She said, "Yeah, you had something to prove! She should join us more often." Hell no.
I tried to find gas at several places with no luck. So, I went to dinner with B and a few other ladies. The Racetr@c near my house had lines around it, but I didn't have time. And sure enough, they were out by the time I got back over there. B called and said that J passed a gas station with a tanker filling up the tanks, but I was almost home at that point. Oh well.
On Sunday morning I saw on this site that the gas station I usually go to would have gas until 2pm (yeah, right). So I went around 9:30 and waited 40 minutes. It was all very orderly - three lines, one for each island. Only a few people came in and tried to cut in line, but they had employees directing people. When I left, one of the lines was out in the road.
This week has been the usual - classes, working out, icing my shins, vacuuming, scooping litter boxes. Hooray. I am seeing new muscles pop up that I hadn't noticed before. That's fun. I got a blister on my sexy bunion because I am a dumb ass. I used the P3d Egg before class Monday to remove a callous. I must have gotten too aggressive with it. We did a lot of focus mitt work, which meant around 2 house spend in fight stance, with rear/right heel off the ground. I guess this made the shoes bend and rub right there. I wore the shoes on Saturday with no problem, so I guess that has to be it. It's better now. My shins were hurting more than the damn blister.
And my back and shoulders were very sore up until Thursday from all the punching. I'm just going to have to stop buying any button-up shirts or suit jackets. They all eventually don't fit across my chest/back/shoulders, even the black jacket I bought on clearance last year even though it was a little too big. Not any more. When I drive, it pulls at my shoulders to the point of being uncomfortable.
I skipped class last night. I was tired, and wanted to give my shins a rest. Even if we don't job or run, the leg work alone hurts them. Tonight we'll do chest, back, and abs.
My kind of cakes! (mostly icing)
Hello!?!?! Get the little snot factory off the cat, or don't get mad when he scratches the shit out of the brat.
I'm so passive aggressive. I sent this in one of those getting to know you emails to two of the offenders:
What do you currently hate?
Political and religious emails.
Yeah, still didn't stop my stepmother.
I had a good weekend. I was able to leave early Thursday to get an adjustment, then to get a massage. I had them scheduled an hour apart, but I should have known I'd have extra time. So, I sat in a parking lot and read my book for a while. I skipped class because I didn't want to screw up my back right after the adjustment, etc. And my legs. One of my calves was so tight that every time she hit a certain spot, my leg would jump like it was a reflex test. The shin splints are better, but still hurt. We did some sprints in the parking lot last week to warm up, and that first takeoff hurt so bad that it stopped me in my tracks. I eased up a bit and was able to continue, though. I've just got to work through it, I guess.
I took Friday off and hung out with Leigh. We went to Harmony, where we had entirely too many plates on the table. Then we went to the mall to search for shoes for class. Yeah. I got more annoyed and contrary as the day went on. The mall people are not very helpful. I saw several wrestling type shoes on one store's website, but nothing in the stores. We went to Av3da so I could get more cleanser. The lady went through the spiel about how I'd save money if I bought the gallon size (not really), and she was right. Plus, it will keep me out of the mall that much longer (since I never heard back from my stylist, who was supposed to order some for me). So I said, "Fine." She looked bewildered, and Leigh started laughing to let her know I was joking.
I ended up getting these from Sp0rts Authority. When the dude asked for my phone number at checkout I said, "WHY?" He said, "Well, you don't have to it's for coupons..." I said, "Good, no." I'm really turning into my Dad.
Then I went to work out on Friday night, as usual. Chest, back, and abs. My former trainer showed up to heckle us. I asked him if he had somewhere else to be. My instructor being there is bad enough.
On Saturday I went to the first class, which hasn't happened in a while. My instructor was leaving to get his blue belt in jiu jitsu, so he wasn't staying for HIT class. Kay, Jess and I were gonna do it, but decided to do legs instead. That idiot who thinks we're scared of her (and a tag along) stayed. Damn, she gets on my nerves. She bitched when I suggested walking lunges at one point, and looked at her, "Do you want a workout or not?" "Yes, ma'am." STFU. I told Jess that having her there must have motivated me. She said, "Yeah, you had something to prove! She should join us more often." Hell no.
I tried to find gas at several places with no luck. So, I went to dinner with B and a few other ladies. The Racetr@c near my house had lines around it, but I didn't have time. And sure enough, they were out by the time I got back over there. B called and said that J passed a gas station with a tanker filling up the tanks, but I was almost home at that point. Oh well.
On Sunday morning I saw on this site that the gas station I usually go to would have gas until 2pm (yeah, right). So I went around 9:30 and waited 40 minutes. It was all very orderly - three lines, one for each island. Only a few people came in and tried to cut in line, but they had employees directing people. When I left, one of the lines was out in the road.
This week has been the usual - classes, working out, icing my shins, vacuuming, scooping litter boxes. Hooray. I am seeing new muscles pop up that I hadn't noticed before. That's fun. I got a blister on my sexy bunion because I am a dumb ass. I used the P3d Egg before class Monday to remove a callous. I must have gotten too aggressive with it. We did a lot of focus mitt work, which meant around 2 house spend in fight stance, with rear/right heel off the ground. I guess this made the shoes bend and rub right there. I wore the shoes on Saturday with no problem, so I guess that has to be it. It's better now. My shins were hurting more than the damn blister.
And my back and shoulders were very sore up until Thursday from all the punching. I'm just going to have to stop buying any button-up shirts or suit jackets. They all eventually don't fit across my chest/back/shoulders, even the black jacket I bought on clearance last year even though it was a little too big. Not any more. When I drive, it pulls at my shoulders to the point of being uncomfortable.
I skipped class last night. I was tired, and wanted to give my shins a rest. Even if we don't job or run, the leg work alone hurts them. Tonight we'll do chest, back, and abs.
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