Shocking. Not. And then this. Like this one?
Went to the chiropractor Wednesday morning, then the allergy doctor Wednesday afternoon. Nothing of note, except that I've been carrying an expired emergency inhaler. I may or may not have used it since it expired. I only use it maybe once in 3 months, only when I have trouble breathing when in class or exercising. The old one is on "tier 3," for some reason, and would be $75 copay (or $37 according to the site). Not covered at all, but not bad since it is used so rarely. They gave me samples for a new one that is on the cheapest tier ($10), and the old one in case I had issues with the new one. Sweet! Free meds! My new insurance prescription thing is weird. Instead of being generic, brand, non-preferred, some brands are in the first tier. I'm not sure how it's decided. Like, the new brand name inhaler is on tier 1, but my birth control is on tier 2 ($30, or $60 for a 3 month supply). Weird.
I didn't meet Stacey at the gym, but I did some arms and shoulders on my own as I watched The Closer on the DVR. Yay for DVR! Thanks to Leigh, I just added a new show to try out, Obsessed. I've already added Locked Up Abroad thanks to her husband. It's soooo much easier to add stuff now that I'm not using VHS. I can't believe I put up with it for so long. Anyway. I just added one episode. I remember an article written by someone Leigh knows about OCD. While I didn't have the full blown symptoms, I certainly related to it in a big way. Scarily so.
Went to class Thursday night. Lots of punching. My arms and shoulders were already slightly sore, so 2 classes of punching and mitt work just added to it.
On Friday I took Buzz and Thea to the vet. Buzz's blood sugar was down to 170-something. Wow. That's a huge improvement to 500+. So we're leaving his dosage the same, and returning in 2-3 weeks (which will actually be 2, when the Hill boys are due). Buzz had full blood work done in February, so we skipped that. He just got his rabies shot, as did Thea. She also got the wellness check. Everything looked good, except that there was some protein in her urine, which could be a sign of kidney issues. Oh, great. This again. But her blood levels were within range, so they said to just bring her back in a couple months to check her urine again. So for the first time in about 2 months, no weekly vet visit this week!
After work and lunch, I went to get my hair cut, then to the consignment shop. I took in 20 items, and left with only two. Not bad! Stacey didn't want to work out (I think she went to see Jessica and her new baby), so I got on the treadmill for 3 miles. I did speed and incline intervals. I'm still building my jogging stamina without getting shin splints so far. I usually start off slow at 4.5 to 5 mph, then up it to 5.5 for a couple intervals, then 6 right at the end. I'm jogging a lap (or upping the incline), then walking a lap, which is a quarter mile. Not sure of the time, but I'm guessing 2-3 minutes? I don't know. I'll have to pay attention next time.
I ended up agreeing to skip class on Saturday so we could get on the road around 11:00ish. We (and Scotty) stopped for lunch, then headed to the gun range. We started off at the 100 yard rifle range. We stayed there for probably 3 hours. Yeah. I'm not that into it, really. I did well with the .308 (probably because it has a scope), but I got frustrated with the M1. I have a hard time using the sights because my right eye is my worse eye. I probably can't get my head into the right position, either. Not made for me. It's broken, anyway. The slide had broken in half, and Jeff welded it back together. It started to crack again, though. He's been trying to track down a part, but it won't be easy to find. The SKS bruised my arm a bit, probably because I was standing. The .308 didn't surprisingly, but probably because I was sitting this time.
Jeff finally got that out of his system, so we went to the handgun range. My territory. I shot really well with my .38 and .357. I am getting better with his 9mm, but mine is a pain in the ass. The trigger pull is way too long. This is the same problem we had with the .40, which we replaced. Jeff asked me a couple weeks ago if I wanted sell it, and I was a little annoyed. No! But now, we might. Not sure what I'll replace it with. I'd still like a good semi-auto, one that I'm as happy with as I am with the .38.
So we finally left at around 5:00. So, about 5 hours in the 100 degree weather. At least there was a breeze (which apparently blew dirt into my ears). I managed to only get burned in a few places - on my forehead from wiping sweat away, my neck where I didn't reach far enough down, and on my back sort of behind my arm. Not too bad.
The stepmother left a message around 5:30 asking if I was coming tomorrow. What? How about some notice? I might have gotten some of my chores done ahead of time. I was pissed. But, I wanted to see my Dad, so I ended up going. I was only able to do one of my chores (washing, cutting produce) since Jeff was still asleep when I left (so no vacuuming or ironing). I forgot my veggie burgers, so I had to go to the store after I got there. I happened to see my steak strips there, so guess what I did. Can you guess? Yep. Bought all six packs they had. I guess demand for stuff like that is low in Anniston, so they still had some.
Barb had grilled pork roast or something for them, and vegetable kebabs. But of course, I don't like tomatoes, onions, zucchini, squash, etc. Luckily I'd bought some corn on the cob, too. We swam a bit after lunch. It was soooo hot. The shallow end felt like bath water.
We got into an annoying discussion about tattoos. My niece has a tramp stamp (hey, she called it that, too), and said she wanted more (but regrets that one). Barb went into the whole if God wanted you to have that bullshit. I countered with if God wanted you to have that hair color, etc. You know, if I believed in that crap anyway.
I left around 4:00 my time. I thought I had enough gas to make it to Kr0ger, especially using cruise control, but I didn't. I guess with the A/C and the assholes, it wasn't going to work. The gauge went below the E, so I had to stop in D'ville. Stopped and stocked up on cat food, then went home to attempt to do my chores. I got the vacuuming done, but decided that most of the clothes I would wear didn't need ironing. Well, except for the new pants that still have the fold marks in them. I'll do that Tuesday when I work at home. I then ate dinner and fell asleep watching Discovery Health (Half Ton Dad, Mom, Teen, whatever). Oops.
Oh! The gynecologist's office called me about Essur3. My insurance will pay 100%! So, I'll probably only have to pay a $30 copay. They even asked the first day of my last period so they'd know when to schedule the procedure. One of the ladies I'm in contact with online is still paying off her procedure, as her insurance only covered 80%. She hasn't had the followup test because of cost, either. I'll have to ask to make sure, but I bet it's covered for me. All of the followups from my colposcopy have been. 1.5 years of normal results, by the way.
On Saturday night we were out to dinner, and I mentioned Essur3 again. I said something like, I'm having a procedure done, and they said they'd give me drugs to take the night before and morning of, and someone will need to drive me. I said I'd asked Leigh since I knew it was more difficult for him to get off work, etc. I said something about the insertion, and the dye test after 3 months, and then being able to go off birth control pills. While I didn't say sterilization specifically (this time), surely he gets the point. I also mentioned random stuff, like Jessica's claim that bc inhibits muscle building. Not sure about that, but if it's true, it just adds to the benefits of not being on it. I've been on some type of pill since I was 16, almost 20 years.
Yesterday marked 11 years at my job. I'm getting old.
I'm working at home today instead of tomorrow, because I was only given Wednesdays as options for the birthday lunch. Couldn't do it last week. Whatever. I've been promised T0furky slices.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
self-consciousness, gluttony, and joo-ry
I honestly don't think I could control myself if in the presence of a piece of shit like this. Does that make me no better than them? I don't think so, but so be it if you do. And the serial killer has been caught.
More disgusting behavior. Watch the full 25 minute video if you have time. Those websites with aerial photos, addresses, etc. are basically an invitation to nutjobs.
Every time I see or read something like this, I want to volunteer as a patient escort. I hear you can't carry a gun, though.
So on Wednesday I went to Derek's gym to work out with Stacey. When I got there, some hot chick and her huge boyfriend were (what I thought was) arguing in front of the door. I went well around them and the cars to the other doors...which don't open. D'oh. Way to make a first impression. I tried to call Stacey for some reason, but she didn't answer. I sucked it up and went past them.
The gym is very nice. It's amazing what a difference new, better equipment makes. We did arms and back, since I'd killed my legs on the treadmill the day before. Now, I'm obviously self-conscious, but I realize that no one really cares what you look like there. Well, for the most part. It seems the hot chick was one of the trainers, and is a very dramatic and attention-seeking (from men, anyway) person. From what I've heard. Anyway, it seemed that every time I glanced that way, she was looking at us. I jokingly said she must be thinking she'd never see someone paler than Stacey. Whatever. I can whip her ass.
We did a little cardio afterward, but not treadmills. My shins wouldn't have stood for that. Ha. I used an elliptical for the first time, and like it! Very good for when you want to do cardio but your legs are sore...or whatever. So we're going to make this a regular Wednesday thing. Cool.
Went to both classes on Thursday. My punches were far from the usual, as my arms were like lead after Wednesday's workout. Fun times, though. Was the only girl in level 2, so I ended up with the teenager. Well, the smaller one. He's closer to my height that the other, who is well over 6 feet tall.
Friday was Christy Day. Took Buzz to the vet in the morning (I remembered not to feed him!). Off the charts again. They expressed concern that we've raised his dosage from 4 to 8 in a month, so she said to do 8 in the morning, 7 at night. I'll be taking him and Thea this Friday for his recheck and both their yearly rabies shots and wellness checks. I think Thea's holding her own. She's just as bitchy as usual.
Got to Leigh's around 11:00. We then went to Cafe Sunflower for lunch and cake. We split a slice of chocolate. Good thing we did. (This becomes a theme of the weekend. That, and gluttony.) Went to P&D afterward for some joo-ry shopping. There was a lady there that sounded a bit like Marge Simpson. She was also joo-ry shopping, and kept saying that the crystal was telling her things - like...to put down one piece and look at another, or to go to some extended-stay motel. Does the crystal want her to buy crack?
I ended up buying a really pretty citrine pendant that was a perfect circle. It was only $24, which is surprising for such a large stone. I thought it was a light amber when I first saw it, but it turned out to be heat treated amethyst. I'm drawn to the quartz stuff (except for rose quartz, obvs). I also bought a little faceted carnelian stone ring. There was a larger round pendant there that we liked, but of course it was over $100. It was some purple stone that I can't remember now. (Charoite?)
We then went back to her place to change, then to the Kennes@w Mt trail. It was HOT. We went up a more difficult incline and then got to a level spot where the trail split. There was a sign pointing in the direction we'd come that said "visitor center 2 mi." Wow. It was tough, but didn't feel like 2 miles. We went another mile, I think, then turned around and went back down. Now, I'm in relatively good shape, but I'm a big baby in heat and humidity.
So I came home, took a quick shower (because I was stinking), did my chores, then went to work out with Stacey at the TKD place. I was supposed to meet B and some other ladies for dinner, but nearly everyone had to cancel. So, we worked legs, then went to Pasta B3lla. Stacey thought the waiter was staring at me (then later she thinks he thought we were on a date). I ordered something with prosciutto by mistake, and I blame Stacey. I asked if that was sausage, and she said no, cheese. Uh huh. I had picked a few noodles out, then noticed a piece of what looked like ham. Yep. They took that back, and brought me portabella ravioli in a to-go box, since I'd eaten salad and bread already. I admit I got a little sick to my stomach, too. Just a little. We then split a piece of red velvet cake, and I brought home the leftovers. Jessica and Derek showed up right as we received our entrees, so they joined us for dinner.
I slept a little late (after feeding the cats) Saturday morning, then went to the second class. Jeff had wanted to go shooting, but postponed because I insisted on going to class, and the range was possibly a mud bog after some rain. Hey, I didn't want to miss class and be stuck out there all day on my BIRTHDAY. Though hitting stuff and then shooting stuff might have been fun.
I didn't do much after that. Lunch, shower. Later I went to Old N@vy and K0hl's to spend a couple coupons that were expiring. Just got some tank tops and a couple shirts for work. We went ahead and went to the store so we could go to dinner later and avoid the crowds. Went to Pasta B3lla again. Ordered something different, and Chocolate Suicide cake. Mmmmm. Barely ate half between the two of us.
Oh, before class, Dad called. I spoke with him, Allan, and Barb. Allan talked more than Barb, and that's saying something. We hadn't talked in a while. He was updating me on the court appearances he's made about someone who stole his dog. Long story. After that, Scott called, then I had to go to class.
Monday night was leg kick night. Ouch. We have a couple new people, so I guess it was time for the hazing. Well, only one new person stayed. Ugh. And yes, he took his turn with everyone. My left leg feels like lead today. No bruises (well, a couple small spots), but it sure feels bruised.
And yes, I went to class on our anniversary. So? Look, we don't do much for such things. Is this due to Jeff's disinterest? Probably. Lack of time? Maybe. I look at it this way - though it's not every day, we try to do special things for each other regularly. We respect each other. We pay attention to each other. We never react in anger. I think that says something after 18 years. And I've been married for over half my life - 18 married, 17 unmarried. Another thing I've noticed - I am up an age category in surveys. (Hey, I fill out a lot.) Instead of 18-34, it's 35-whatever. Hmmm.
More disgusting behavior. Watch the full 25 minute video if you have time. Those websites with aerial photos, addresses, etc. are basically an invitation to nutjobs.
Every time I see or read something like this, I want to volunteer as a patient escort. I hear you can't carry a gun, though.
So on Wednesday I went to Derek's gym to work out with Stacey. When I got there, some hot chick and her huge boyfriend were (what I thought was) arguing in front of the door. I went well around them and the cars to the other doors...which don't open. D'oh. Way to make a first impression. I tried to call Stacey for some reason, but she didn't answer. I sucked it up and went past them.
The gym is very nice. It's amazing what a difference new, better equipment makes. We did arms and back, since I'd killed my legs on the treadmill the day before. Now, I'm obviously self-conscious, but I realize that no one really cares what you look like there. Well, for the most part. It seems the hot chick was one of the trainers, and is a very dramatic and attention-seeking (from men, anyway) person. From what I've heard. Anyway, it seemed that every time I glanced that way, she was looking at us. I jokingly said she must be thinking she'd never see someone paler than Stacey. Whatever. I can whip her ass.
We did a little cardio afterward, but not treadmills. My shins wouldn't have stood for that. Ha. I used an elliptical for the first time, and like it! Very good for when you want to do cardio but your legs are sore...or whatever. So we're going to make this a regular Wednesday thing. Cool.
Went to both classes on Thursday. My punches were far from the usual, as my arms were like lead after Wednesday's workout. Fun times, though. Was the only girl in level 2, so I ended up with the teenager. Well, the smaller one. He's closer to my height that the other, who is well over 6 feet tall.
Friday was Christy Day. Took Buzz to the vet in the morning (I remembered not to feed him!). Off the charts again. They expressed concern that we've raised his dosage from 4 to 8 in a month, so she said to do 8 in the morning, 7 at night. I'll be taking him and Thea this Friday for his recheck and both their yearly rabies shots and wellness checks. I think Thea's holding her own. She's just as bitchy as usual.
Got to Leigh's around 11:00. We then went to Cafe Sunflower for lunch and cake. We split a slice of chocolate. Good thing we did. (This becomes a theme of the weekend. That, and gluttony.) Went to P&D afterward for some joo-ry shopping. There was a lady there that sounded a bit like Marge Simpson. She was also joo-ry shopping, and kept saying that the crystal was telling her things - like...to put down one piece and look at another, or to go to some extended-stay motel. Does the crystal want her to buy crack?
I ended up buying a really pretty citrine pendant that was a perfect circle. It was only $24, which is surprising for such a large stone. I thought it was a light amber when I first saw it, but it turned out to be heat treated amethyst. I'm drawn to the quartz stuff (except for rose quartz, obvs). I also bought a little faceted carnelian stone ring. There was a larger round pendant there that we liked, but of course it was over $100. It was some purple stone that I can't remember now. (Charoite?)
We then went back to her place to change, then to the Kennes@w Mt trail. It was HOT. We went up a more difficult incline and then got to a level spot where the trail split. There was a sign pointing in the direction we'd come that said "visitor center 2 mi." Wow. It was tough, but didn't feel like 2 miles. We went another mile, I think, then turned around and went back down. Now, I'm in relatively good shape, but I'm a big baby in heat and humidity.
So I came home, took a quick shower (because I was stinking), did my chores, then went to work out with Stacey at the TKD place. I was supposed to meet B and some other ladies for dinner, but nearly everyone had to cancel. So, we worked legs, then went to Pasta B3lla. Stacey thought the waiter was staring at me (then later she thinks he thought we were on a date). I ordered something with prosciutto by mistake, and I blame Stacey. I asked if that was sausage, and she said no, cheese. Uh huh. I had picked a few noodles out, then noticed a piece of what looked like ham. Yep. They took that back, and brought me portabella ravioli in a to-go box, since I'd eaten salad and bread already. I admit I got a little sick to my stomach, too. Just a little. We then split a piece of red velvet cake, and I brought home the leftovers. Jessica and Derek showed up right as we received our entrees, so they joined us for dinner.
I slept a little late (after feeding the cats) Saturday morning, then went to the second class. Jeff had wanted to go shooting, but postponed because I insisted on going to class, and the range was possibly a mud bog after some rain. Hey, I didn't want to miss class and be stuck out there all day on my BIRTHDAY. Though hitting stuff and then shooting stuff might have been fun.
I didn't do much after that. Lunch, shower. Later I went to Old N@vy and K0hl's to spend a couple coupons that were expiring. Just got some tank tops and a couple shirts for work. We went ahead and went to the store so we could go to dinner later and avoid the crowds. Went to Pasta B3lla again. Ordered something different, and Chocolate Suicide cake. Mmmmm. Barely ate half between the two of us.
Oh, before class, Dad called. I spoke with him, Allan, and Barb. Allan talked more than Barb, and that's saying something. We hadn't talked in a while. He was updating me on the court appearances he's made about someone who stole his dog. Long story. After that, Scott called, then I had to go to class.
Monday night was leg kick night. Ouch. We have a couple new people, so I guess it was time for the hazing. Well, only one new person stayed. Ugh. And yes, he took his turn with everyone. My left leg feels like lead today. No bruises (well, a couple small spots), but it sure feels bruised.
And yes, I went to class on our anniversary. So? Look, we don't do much for such things. Is this due to Jeff's disinterest? Probably. Lack of time? Maybe. I look at it this way - though it's not every day, we try to do special things for each other regularly. We respect each other. We pay attention to each other. We never react in anger. I think that says something after 18 years. And I've been married for over half my life - 18 married, 17 unmarried. Another thing I've noticed - I am up an age category in surveys. (Hey, I fill out a lot.) Instead of 18-34, it's 35-whatever. Hmmm.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
this thing is becoming a workout log (when I'm not ranting)
Wow.
Ugh.
I screwed up and fed Buzz Friday morning before his appointment. Again. Oops. Took him Saturday morning instead. His blood sugar was off the chart again, and the dosage upped to 7 units. We did discuss how a bottle of insulin could be compromised if dropped or shaken too much. There was an incident where I dropped it onto the bathroom counter, but otherwise I'm very careful. I'm wondering if we may have to drop back when I get a new bottle. I've got a little over half of this one left. Of course, if we switch insulin type/brand, who knows?
Worked out with Stacey Friday afternoon, but no walking later. She didn't mention it, and neither did I. I was still in my workout clothes due to errands and chores again, but she didn't text me.
Went to both classes Saturday morning, after having not been in...almost a month? Tough. I was still sore from ground work on Thursday (shoulders, chest, arms), and my legs were sore from Friday afternoon's workout. I think I did ok as far as cardiovascular, but I was so sore that I could barely manage the required energy to hit as hard as we are supposed to.
They've added another class on Wednesday nights, and I might try to go. I'll have to alter the dinner schedule again, but it's worth a shot. I often end up not doing anything on Wednesday nights due to chores or whatever, and Sandra has yet to call me about walking trails, as we've discussed. We'll see how it goes.
So my schedule is Monday - Krav; Tuesday - treadmill (walk w/ jogging or incline intervals), sometimes some weights; Wednesday - ???; Thursday - Krav; Friday - weights with Stacey (whatever we feel like doing), possibly walking; Saturday - Krav + HIT class.
Wait, now I may meet Stacey at the new gym on Wednesday. Hmm. She announced her weight last night, which is 15 more than she was when she fought. She wanted to get down another 10 to a lower weight class, but now that number is 25! I had no idea. I've stayed about the same weight since then, and I figured she had, too. We weighed close to the same amount, except I'm about 2 inches taller. (Someone asked us again Monday night if we're sisters. Ha. I'll take her over my actual sister any day.) Anyway. I'm terrible at telling weights and sizes of people. Maybe that's a good thing. Perhaps I should apply that to myself.
So I had a sweet potato sort of explode in the oven on Wednesday. I knew I couldn't cook in there again until it was cleaned, so I wiped up what I could, and used the self-cleaning function on Sunday. Damn. It must be a hot temperature, because it turns anything left in there to ash, and made it about 85 degrees in the kitchen for four hours and 20 minutes. Probably not a good idea to do it during the day, I guess.
I sent the $159 money order for my ticket yesterday. I could have paid online and had confirmation, but I didn't want to pay them another $6+. Could have been worse.
Went to class Monday night, didn't do as badly as Saturday. Luckily two new females are in class now, after testing. This gives me more options when Kay and Stacey aren't there (as they tend to be).
I did three miles on the treadmill last night! It's been a while since I've went that distance, mostly due to short attention span. True, I watch DVR recordings while I'm on there, but it gets boring just the same. I did jogging intervals, pushing myself harder than I have in a while. Got to be careful of those shin splints.
I am either going to the new Krav class tonight, or meeting Stacey at the new gym this afternoon. Hopefully no jogging or leg work.
I'm hanging out with Leigh again this Friday for Christy Day. That's right. I have to take Buzz to the vet in the morning, then head out to her place. We're going to Cafe Sunflower, where cake will be consumed, I'm sure. I think we'll hit P&D to look at sparkly things, then back to her place to change, then we're hitting the Kennes@w Mt. trails. Woo! Of course, now I'm sure there will be a downpour.
I'm not the only one with questions, of course. Once, after Medical Students for Choice co-hosted a panel discussion on reducing the number of abortions by providing better education on reproductive health, some of my classmates approached close friends of mine. They were puzzled that a pro-choice group was talking about wanting to reduce abortions -- and that it viewed ending unwanted pregnancies as a tragedy. Mostly, though, they were confused about what I was doing there. "I know Roz goes to church every Sunday and that she's a good person," one classmate asked. "Why would she be involved in a group like this?"(Emphasis mine.) Someone who actually put thought into it rather than having the typical gut reaction.
I know my answer to that question. Someday I hope my classmates will understand, too.
Ugh.
I screwed up and fed Buzz Friday morning before his appointment. Again. Oops. Took him Saturday morning instead. His blood sugar was off the chart again, and the dosage upped to 7 units. We did discuss how a bottle of insulin could be compromised if dropped or shaken too much. There was an incident where I dropped it onto the bathroom counter, but otherwise I'm very careful. I'm wondering if we may have to drop back when I get a new bottle. I've got a little over half of this one left. Of course, if we switch insulin type/brand, who knows?
Worked out with Stacey Friday afternoon, but no walking later. She didn't mention it, and neither did I. I was still in my workout clothes due to errands and chores again, but she didn't text me.
Went to both classes Saturday morning, after having not been in...almost a month? Tough. I was still sore from ground work on Thursday (shoulders, chest, arms), and my legs were sore from Friday afternoon's workout. I think I did ok as far as cardiovascular, but I was so sore that I could barely manage the required energy to hit as hard as we are supposed to.
They've added another class on Wednesday nights, and I might try to go. I'll have to alter the dinner schedule again, but it's worth a shot. I often end up not doing anything on Wednesday nights due to chores or whatever, and Sandra has yet to call me about walking trails, as we've discussed. We'll see how it goes.
So my schedule is Monday - Krav; Tuesday - treadmill (walk w/ jogging or incline intervals), sometimes some weights; Wednesday - ???; Thursday - Krav; Friday - weights with Stacey (whatever we feel like doing), possibly walking; Saturday - Krav + HIT class.
Wait, now I may meet Stacey at the new gym on Wednesday. Hmm. She announced her weight last night, which is 15 more than she was when she fought. She wanted to get down another 10 to a lower weight class, but now that number is 25! I had no idea. I've stayed about the same weight since then, and I figured she had, too. We weighed close to the same amount, except I'm about 2 inches taller. (Someone asked us again Monday night if we're sisters. Ha. I'll take her over my actual sister any day.) Anyway. I'm terrible at telling weights and sizes of people. Maybe that's a good thing. Perhaps I should apply that to myself.
So I had a sweet potato sort of explode in the oven on Wednesday. I knew I couldn't cook in there again until it was cleaned, so I wiped up what I could, and used the self-cleaning function on Sunday. Damn. It must be a hot temperature, because it turns anything left in there to ash, and made it about 85 degrees in the kitchen for four hours and 20 minutes. Probably not a good idea to do it during the day, I guess.
I sent the $159 money order for my ticket yesterday. I could have paid online and had confirmation, but I didn't want to pay them another $6+. Could have been worse.
Went to class Monday night, didn't do as badly as Saturday. Luckily two new females are in class now, after testing. This gives me more options when Kay and Stacey aren't there (as they tend to be).
I did three miles on the treadmill last night! It's been a while since I've went that distance, mostly due to short attention span. True, I watch DVR recordings while I'm on there, but it gets boring just the same. I did jogging intervals, pushing myself harder than I have in a while. Got to be careful of those shin splints.
I am either going to the new Krav class tonight, or meeting Stacey at the new gym this afternoon. Hopefully no jogging or leg work.
I'm hanging out with Leigh again this Friday for Christy Day. That's right. I have to take Buzz to the vet in the morning, then head out to her place. We're going to Cafe Sunflower, where cake will be consumed, I'm sure. I think we'll hit P&D to look at sparkly things, then back to her place to change, then we're hitting the Kennes@w Mt. trails. Woo! Of course, now I'm sure there will be a downpour.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
conspiracies and hypochondria
So on Friday I screwed up and fed Buzz when I shouldn't have. I took him in Saturday morning. His blood sugar was "off the charts" again, so we upped the dosage. I was under the mistaken assumption that 3-5 units was the max based on his body weight. That was wrong. We're on 6 now, and I'll be taking him back this Friday. I asked the vet about that, and she said no. If we do get up to 10 units without a significant drop, we may have to reassess, possibly change the type of insulin or something. It could mean that he is especially insulin resistant. He's up a pound, though, to 11.5. I think that's fine, as long as he doesn't get too much higher. At least he's eating.
The feeding/injections outside the bathroom is going ok so far. As long as I don't run up to him while he's eating, he stays there and lets me do the injection without squirming or running off.
On Friday, I ended up working out with Stacey at 4:00 instead of 8:00. As I was about to leave, my old trainer called me. Stacey was there at his gym, and he apparently called with her there (about to leave to go to the TKD studio to meet me) just to harass me. He said something about having a pic of himself back in the day, and he wanted me to see it. (I'd shown him and the rest of the gang a pic of me from back then.) He said something like, "You probably don't remember me back then, anyway." I said vaguely. Heh. He also said something about me coming to his gym to work out. I told him as soon as I win the lottery. He then said, "What if I told you I wouldn't charge you anything?" What?!?!?!? I asked Stacey about it, and she said he'd like more people in the gym. And he's working with her in preparation for future fights. She'll be working there as a personal trainer, too. So, cool! It's not that far, but more out of the way for me. They have way better equipment there. WAY.
So yeah. We worked legs. I said something about it being like old times, but she had to work at 5:00, so no time for a walk. She said I could come back at 8:00. So I did. I hadn't planned to, but I was still in my workout clothes at 7:30 after running errands, doing chores, and walking/jogging a little on the treadmill, so I sent her a text. Stacey, Jessica, her son and I ended up walking. Jess is VERY pregnant, and hoping to go into labor as soon as possible, though she's due in about 3 weeks. I jokingly told her she should do some jumping squats, but she wisely ignored this advice. I am the anti-authority on children and childbirth.
On Saturday, since there was no class due to testing/tournament, I lazed around in the morning (after the vet). After lunch, I went to K0hl's to spend my $15 off coupon. I found another pair of pants. Two, actually. I think it might have been a mistake, but I got one of the pairs of pants for $6.99. I wasn't about to say anything, though. I got a ring like this for $6. It makes me happy. I don't know why. (It's not an LG X3non. WANT. I'll be coveting that from afar for a while.)
I ran some other errands, and went home. Oh, at this point, I'd finished 2 B!g Love DVDs since Thursday or so. I'm a bit obsessed. It's such a good show! And Season 3 will be released on 7/7.
On Sunday, I spent all day in my pajamas. I got all my chores done, but didn't give myself a pedicure (despite finding just the right shade of bright, bright red - I know! I usually wear anything but a natural shade.). I decided they'd last another week. I bathed the stinking dog and trimmed his nails. I HATE doing both of those, but especially the nails, since they are black. He bleeds a little probably 60% of the time. I try to trim just a little, but it's hard to tell.
Went to class Monday night. Jack threatened to split me and Stacey up. Whatever. He picks on us, though. We do run our mouths and laugh at each other, but we still do work (son).
Leigh has informed me that these have been discontinued. No wonder I have had such a hard time finding them! Bastards. How can they do this to me? This is my favorite veggie protein source. (Sorry, but the skewers, while tasty, do not compare IMO.)
Dammit. I'm starting a petition. I've already emailed them.
I think I've mentioned a lady in my class that is annoying. She will not take direction or correction from the instructor, or anyone else. She still cannot punch correctly, which my instructor always says is the first thing you need to master. Well, she wanted to test this past Saturday. A month prior, he told everyone they needed to come to class as much as they can. Well, she may be there once a week, if that. I also noticed Monday night that she can't round kick for shit. This is one of the things I wanted to work on before I tested, turning down the first offer to test. He doesn't ask people to test if he thinks they won't pass. Or if they don't come to class.
Anyway. Last Thursday, I happened to be her partner. Not my choice, just how it worked out. I was asking her if she was testing, what she wanted to work on, etc. She proceeded to tell me that she's bored in class, and that we do the same thing every time. I said, "How often are you here?" Yeah. We DO NOT do the same thing. She then tried to claim she was better than the strange socially awkward guy in class who tested last time. Uh, sorry. As much as I don't like to be his partner for other reasons, you are delusional. She even bitched about a 16 year old girl who tested (and passed!). Yeah, she knows what she's doing.
She said she had to talk to him after 1st class, that she couldn't be there Saturday because of some church thing. She wanted to test on another day. Well. He wasn't having that. she got all pissy and sat bitching to me for a good 10 minutes between classes. I just kept shrugging and saying, i don't know what to tell you. I just wished she would leave. As much as I could have hurt her feelings, I had no desire to. (She's tread lightly with me since I sort of blew up on her one day. Well, there was no yelling. There was a menacing threat, though. I admit it. She pissed me off doing stupid shit!)
She ended up bitching to her only ally there, one of the front desk people. Then she bitched to one of the owners who happened to be there that night. Whatever. Despite office politics and annoyances, the owner and manager tend to side with the instructors on these types of things. And regardless of the fact that she is an asshole, he wouldn't deny her testing because of that. (He let Creepy McCreepypants test last year, and we all agree that he is a creepy, asshole-y douchebag.) A meeting was set up with her, the instructor, the manager, and maybe the owner on Monday afternoon. I didn't hear how it went, but she was in class later. Hmmm.
I nearly had myself convinced last night that I had a staph infection. I should really stay off W3bMD. (Not a toomah!) I had what looked like a bug bite or a zit on my forearm. Could be either, especially the latter. I can get those anywhere. Had something like that on my leg a couple weeks ago that went away after applying cortisone regularly. Anyway. I foolishly picked at this one. Later, after dinner, what appeared to be red lines (at least one) were winding away from it, about 3 inches long. So, judging from the linked article...yeah.
But then this morning, it was nearly gone. So either I have super immunity (hey, that infected cat bite got better on its own without antibiotics), or it was...a scratch or something. Who knows?
The feeding/injections outside the bathroom is going ok so far. As long as I don't run up to him while he's eating, he stays there and lets me do the injection without squirming or running off.
On Friday, I ended up working out with Stacey at 4:00 instead of 8:00. As I was about to leave, my old trainer called me. Stacey was there at his gym, and he apparently called with her there (about to leave to go to the TKD studio to meet me) just to harass me. He said something about having a pic of himself back in the day, and he wanted me to see it. (I'd shown him and the rest of the gang a pic of me from back then.) He said something like, "You probably don't remember me back then, anyway." I said vaguely. Heh. He also said something about me coming to his gym to work out. I told him as soon as I win the lottery. He then said, "What if I told you I wouldn't charge you anything?" What?!?!?!? I asked Stacey about it, and she said he'd like more people in the gym. And he's working with her in preparation for future fights. She'll be working there as a personal trainer, too. So, cool! It's not that far, but more out of the way for me. They have way better equipment there. WAY.
So yeah. We worked legs. I said something about it being like old times, but she had to work at 5:00, so no time for a walk. She said I could come back at 8:00. So I did. I hadn't planned to, but I was still in my workout clothes at 7:30 after running errands, doing chores, and walking/jogging a little on the treadmill, so I sent her a text. Stacey, Jessica, her son and I ended up walking. Jess is VERY pregnant, and hoping to go into labor as soon as possible, though she's due in about 3 weeks. I jokingly told her she should do some jumping squats, but she wisely ignored this advice. I am the anti-authority on children and childbirth.
On Saturday, since there was no class due to testing/tournament, I lazed around in the morning (after the vet). After lunch, I went to K0hl's to spend my $15 off coupon. I found another pair of pants. Two, actually. I think it might have been a mistake, but I got one of the pairs of pants for $6.99. I wasn't about to say anything, though. I got a ring like this for $6. It makes me happy. I don't know why. (It's not an LG X3non. WANT. I'll be coveting that from afar for a while.)
I ran some other errands, and went home. Oh, at this point, I'd finished 2 B!g Love DVDs since Thursday or so. I'm a bit obsessed. It's such a good show! And Season 3 will be released on 7/7.
On Sunday, I spent all day in my pajamas. I got all my chores done, but didn't give myself a pedicure (despite finding just the right shade of bright, bright red - I know! I usually wear anything but a natural shade.). I decided they'd last another week. I bathed the stinking dog and trimmed his nails. I HATE doing both of those, but especially the nails, since they are black. He bleeds a little probably 60% of the time. I try to trim just a little, but it's hard to tell.
Went to class Monday night. Jack threatened to split me and Stacey up. Whatever. He picks on us, though. We do run our mouths and laugh at each other, but we still do work (son).
Leigh has informed me that these have been discontinued. No wonder I have had such a hard time finding them! Bastards. How can they do this to me? This is my favorite veggie protein source. (Sorry, but the skewers, while tasty, do not compare IMO.)
Dammit. I'm starting a petition. I've already emailed them.
I think I've mentioned a lady in my class that is annoying. She will not take direction or correction from the instructor, or anyone else. She still cannot punch correctly, which my instructor always says is the first thing you need to master. Well, she wanted to test this past Saturday. A month prior, he told everyone they needed to come to class as much as they can. Well, she may be there once a week, if that. I also noticed Monday night that she can't round kick for shit. This is one of the things I wanted to work on before I tested, turning down the first offer to test. He doesn't ask people to test if he thinks they won't pass. Or if they don't come to class.
Anyway. Last Thursday, I happened to be her partner. Not my choice, just how it worked out. I was asking her if she was testing, what she wanted to work on, etc. She proceeded to tell me that she's bored in class, and that we do the same thing every time. I said, "How often are you here?" Yeah. We DO NOT do the same thing. She then tried to claim she was better than the strange socially awkward guy in class who tested last time. Uh, sorry. As much as I don't like to be his partner for other reasons, you are delusional. She even bitched about a 16 year old girl who tested (and passed!). Yeah, she knows what she's doing.
She said she had to talk to him after 1st class, that she couldn't be there Saturday because of some church thing. She wanted to test on another day. Well. He wasn't having that. she got all pissy and sat bitching to me for a good 10 minutes between classes. I just kept shrugging and saying, i don't know what to tell you. I just wished she would leave. As much as I could have hurt her feelings, I had no desire to. (She's tread lightly with me since I sort of blew up on her one day. Well, there was no yelling. There was a menacing threat, though. I admit it. She pissed me off doing stupid shit!)
She ended up bitching to her only ally there, one of the front desk people. Then she bitched to one of the owners who happened to be there that night. Whatever. Despite office politics and annoyances, the owner and manager tend to side with the instructors on these types of things. And regardless of the fact that she is an asshole, he wouldn't deny her testing because of that. (He let Creepy McCreepypants test last year, and we all agree that he is a creepy, asshole-y douchebag.) A meeting was set up with her, the instructor, the manager, and maybe the owner on Monday afternoon. I didn't hear how it went, but she was in class later. Hmmm.
I nearly had myself convinced last night that I had a staph infection. I should really stay off W3bMD. (Not a toomah!) I had what looked like a bug bite or a zit on my forearm. Could be either, especially the latter. I can get those anywhere. Had something like that on my leg a couple weeks ago that went away after applying cortisone regularly. Anyway. I foolishly picked at this one. Later, after dinner, what appeared to be red lines (at least one) were winding away from it, about 3 inches long. So, judging from the linked article...yeah.
But then this morning, it was nearly gone. So either I have super immunity (hey, that infected cat bite got better on its own without antibiotics), or it was...a scratch or something. Who knows?
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