The depression of being sick all week is setting in. I'm tired of the computer. I'm tired of the TV. A short excursion completely wears me out. How the hell am I going to work on Monday?
I am so sick of being sick. Seriously. Either kill me or move on already.
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Freaking Out
I willingly volunteered my time at work tomorrow to receive two extra hours. I then accepted an invitation to finish watching a movie after I drop the kids off tomorrow night.
What was I thinking?
I have a cape to finish and a hoodie to finish. I'm hoping that this weekend will yield finished results so the hoodie will be mailed next Monday.
I also have two holiday gifts to make. One for Finn and one for the Elf. I need to order gifts for the kids. Wait, who am I kidding, I need to shop for them first! At least Mom is taken care of thanks to a trade with the Elf.
Why do I do this to myself? Every year, I go through the same thing. I mean, due to personal and financial circumstances, I had to put off the cape and hoodie until the last minute. But the gifts? I could've started those earlier. Oh, wait, who am I kidding? I just got the supplies for one a week ago and I just figured out today for the other.
Right now, I'm waiting for sleep to overtake my body. I'm tired, but I'm just not tired. Although, if I gave my brain a chance, I could probably sleep. I need to sleep. It's one o'clock in the morning. I need to get up in five hours for work. At least I was smart and packed a change of clothes already and laid out my uniform for work. So even if I get up at seven, I won't be too late!
*bangs head against the wall*
What was I thinking?
I have a cape to finish and a hoodie to finish. I'm hoping that this weekend will yield finished results so the hoodie will be mailed next Monday.
I also have two holiday gifts to make. One for Finn and one for the Elf. I need to order gifts for the kids. Wait, who am I kidding, I need to shop for them first! At least Mom is taken care of thanks to a trade with the Elf.
Why do I do this to myself? Every year, I go through the same thing. I mean, due to personal and financial circumstances, I had to put off the cape and hoodie until the last minute. But the gifts? I could've started those earlier. Oh, wait, who am I kidding? I just got the supplies for one a week ago and I just figured out today for the other.
Right now, I'm waiting for sleep to overtake my body. I'm tired, but I'm just not tired. Although, if I gave my brain a chance, I could probably sleep. I need to sleep. It's one o'clock in the morning. I need to get up in five hours for work. At least I was smart and packed a change of clothes already and laid out my uniform for work. So even if I get up at seven, I won't be too late!
*bangs head against the wall*
Saturday, November 29, 2008
New Friends
I ended up hanging with a new friend for Thanksgiving. Well, actually, we went out the night before (got a pretty healthy buzz going), I had to work Thanksgiving morning and then he came over for turkey. He helped me fix dinner - wouldn't let me say no if I tried. In fact, I did try, but he just wouldn't sit and stay still. He even contributed a dish to the meal!
I sliced the middle finger on my left hand pretty good while cutting the yams. Finn followed me down the hall to the bathroom where I had immediately stuck my hand under cold running water. He then went back to the kitchen and promptly grabbed a paper towel. After evaluating the cut and determining that it was not quite bad enough for a trip to the ER, he had me wrap my finger with the towel and told me to put constant pressure on it and hold it above my head. He then walked with me back to the kitchen where he told me to sit for 15 minutes while he continued to prepare the yams (he had already sliced the potatoes). He would not let me move for the entire 15 minutes and kept checking my finger for blood loss.
He took care of me! :D
Oh, and the finger is sore, but fine. No stitches were needed. Just a band-aid to keep the cut closed; without the bandage, it keeps getting pulled open.
Yes, we have been spending quite a bit of time together. Hence the reason I am no longer on line much anymore. Hence the lack of posting to my diary. But, I'm happy. He makes me happy. He challenges me. And I like that.
What else do I like? The fact that when we're at work together, I will look over at him and catch him looking at me. And rather than shy away, he'll catch my gaze back and smile. If he's in a different department, he'll make a point to come where I am and say good bye when his shift is over.
We share a lot of interests, but have enough that we're different. But, he's artistic and creative and interesting. I find myself intrigued by him. He tells me a lot, but there's so many layers to him that I've only begun to scratch the surface.
He concerns himself with my needs and feelings. I'm not used to this. We go out. In public. Every week. And yet, we can have just as much fun just staying in and watching a DVD. We make each other laugh.
I didn't expect this. I didn't start my job looking to start to care about someone. I expected to meet people, maybe hang out. But finding one person in particular? And so soon? Never thought it would happen. But, I'm not questioning it. I'm taking each day as it happens.
And if each of those days can be happy, well, all the better. :P
I sliced the middle finger on my left hand pretty good while cutting the yams. Finn followed me down the hall to the bathroom where I had immediately stuck my hand under cold running water. He then went back to the kitchen and promptly grabbed a paper towel. After evaluating the cut and determining that it was not quite bad enough for a trip to the ER, he had me wrap my finger with the towel and told me to put constant pressure on it and hold it above my head. He then walked with me back to the kitchen where he told me to sit for 15 minutes while he continued to prepare the yams (he had already sliced the potatoes). He would not let me move for the entire 15 minutes and kept checking my finger for blood loss.
He took care of me! :D
Oh, and the finger is sore, but fine. No stitches were needed. Just a band-aid to keep the cut closed; without the bandage, it keeps getting pulled open.
Yes, we have been spending quite a bit of time together. Hence the reason I am no longer on line much anymore. Hence the lack of posting to my diary. But, I'm happy. He makes me happy. He challenges me. And I like that.
What else do I like? The fact that when we're at work together, I will look over at him and catch him looking at me. And rather than shy away, he'll catch my gaze back and smile. If he's in a different department, he'll make a point to come where I am and say good bye when his shift is over.
We share a lot of interests, but have enough that we're different. But, he's artistic and creative and interesting. I find myself intrigued by him. He tells me a lot, but there's so many layers to him that I've only begun to scratch the surface.
He concerns himself with my needs and feelings. I'm not used to this. We go out. In public. Every week. And yet, we can have just as much fun just staying in and watching a DVD. We make each other laugh.
I didn't expect this. I didn't start my job looking to start to care about someone. I expected to meet people, maybe hang out. But finding one person in particular? And so soon? Never thought it would happen. But, I'm not questioning it. I'm taking each day as it happens.
And if each of those days can be happy, well, all the better. :P
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
So, I'm Still Alive...
Hubby left for work at 6:48 this morning. I hope he takes it easy and doesn't push himself too much. He has a tendency to do that, and he can't do that in this case. If he hurts his back again, I'm sure that he'll be out for much longer than a few days. His doctor yesterday didn't want him going back to work today, but the doc could tell that he wouldn't be changing his mind. So, stubborn man that he is, my hubby went to work. Gotta love him, though.
Got through yesterday well enough. My appointment was at 11:30, but they didn't take me until almost 12:30. When I got there, in addition to my hospital bracelet, they put a yellow bracelet on. I asked the kid that put it on what it was for and he said he didn't know. It wasn't until after I got changed and the intake nurse started my paperwork that I found out that I got the yellow band because I had tested positive for MRSA.
MRSA? What the hell?
I have never had a staff infection. I don't have any lesions that aren't healing. I was in the hospital for a weekend in December of 2006. I also had a blood transfusion at the time. Could I have contracted it from the hospital?
What I don't understand is this: why didn't the hospital contact me after I tested positive? Wouldn't you think that with such a nasty, contagious disease, they'd think I'd want to know?
I have had no symptoms. I have had no problems. I'm a bit pissed that no one told me, though. Guess they care more about getting their bills paid rather than telling people that they're ill. Well, they're in for a rude awakening. Possibly a contact from an attorney on my part. For possibly putting my family and friends in danger. Not to mention the worry I'm feeling right now. And pissed.
So, anyway.
The endoscope was pretty uneventful. I finally got in the procedure room with my doc. He gave me Demerol and some massive Valium. Within about 5 minutes, I was off in la-la land. It was great. Afterward, they gave me pictures of my insides. How beautiful. And gave this post-op diagnosis:
Got through yesterday well enough. My appointment was at 11:30, but they didn't take me until almost 12:30. When I got there, in addition to my hospital bracelet, they put a yellow bracelet on. I asked the kid that put it on what it was for and he said he didn't know. It wasn't until after I got changed and the intake nurse started my paperwork that I found out that I got the yellow band because I had tested positive for MRSA.
MRSA? What the hell?
I have never had a staff infection. I don't have any lesions that aren't healing. I was in the hospital for a weekend in December of 2006. I also had a blood transfusion at the time. Could I have contracted it from the hospital?
What I don't understand is this: why didn't the hospital contact me after I tested positive? Wouldn't you think that with such a nasty, contagious disease, they'd think I'd want to know?
I have had no symptoms. I have had no problems. I'm a bit pissed that no one told me, though. Guess they care more about getting their bills paid rather than telling people that they're ill. Well, they're in for a rude awakening. Possibly a contact from an attorney on my part. For possibly putting my family and friends in danger. Not to mention the worry I'm feeling right now. And pissed.
So, anyway.
The endoscope was pretty uneventful. I finally got in the procedure room with my doc. He gave me Demerol and some massive Valium. Within about 5 minutes, I was off in la-la land. It was great. Afterward, they gave me pictures of my insides. How beautiful. And gave this post-op diagnosis:
- Mild esophagitis seen, reflux-induced
- Mild non-erosive gastritis found in the prepyloric region. Biopsy taken.
- Normal duodenum.
So, now, I have to wait 5 days before calling to get the results of the biopsy. Whoopee. Five days of worry until then. I do have to call the office before then for more medication and to talk to them about some complications that I won't get in to as they're a bit gross (poop talk).
But, here's a glass to being home! And being back!
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