I'm in LOVE with the weather right now.
It is now fall. The summer was long. A record number of days with blistering heat. The ground has been parched for quite some time. I prayed and prayed for relief from the heat. It just starts to wear on you...
The first day of fall was 95 degrees. There was no hope.
But then today happened :) When I left for church this morning, it was beautiful, but I was somewhat disappointed. It was breezy, sunny and 63 degrees. Gorgeous. The forecast, however, said that it was supposed to be raining ALLLL day. Hmph.
As I drove home I thought, "Ehhhhh the weather people effed up again. Big surprise there. I bet it went west of us." And then I reached the part of the road that takes you by the airport. The trees part, and you can see the sky for miles. I reached the top of the hill and made the slight turn...my soul smiled :) The dark clouds loomed ominously off in the distance behind the runway.
I don't know why I love dark, cold, wet, dreary.... I don't know. I just do. Some people feel that way about sunshine. But for me...a perfect day is a day like today. Maybe part of it is because I don't care about getting wet. My hair doesn't matter to me. I normally put it up wet anyways. I like sweatshirt weather. Maybe that's it. I don't know.
I'm laying on my bed right now listening to the rain fall on the pavement, the roof and the leaves of the trees. The breeze blowing through my windows is so refreshing I cannot possibly put it into words.
While this post is pointless and very boring to anyone reading it, I don't care. I'm super happy that God blessed me with a day like this. Oh...and it's supposed to do the same thing tomorrow :) This kinda makes me want to move to Forks. You Twihards know what I'm saying!
I think fall is finally here ^__^
9.26.2010
9.21.2010
It's only Tuesday?
Ok, well when I wake up in a few hours it will be Wednesday, but DAMN.
I am so tired this week. The past weekend was my first AAU tournament as a head coach. Had a blast despite not winning the whole thing. The girls have a lot of work to do. Therefore, I decided to make practice a little different. I presented them with the option to make it pretty damn hard or pretty damn easy...
Monday morning came way to f*ing early. My alarm went off and my heart almost stopped, I think. From coaching, my voice has been off all week. I woke up Monday and felt like I had a cold or something. When I first woke up, I felt fine. But as the morning went on, things got fuzzier and fuzzier. It was so weird. I didn't cognitively feel tired....but I was. I wasn't in a bad mood either. I literally couldn't put a finger on what was wrong, but something was definitely off and no matter what I did, nothing helped.
Not even a Diet Dew. Yea... scary.
So I went to practice that night, fully expecting for the girls to practice horribly due to the fact that they had JUST played the day before and the day before that. I was planning on being a hard ass and going home with heightened blood pressure.
Those girls embraced everything I was trying to do. They did everything I asked and got on each other when someone wasn't doing exactly what I asked. I was sooo happy. My day completely turned around. At 9 pm. Love them!
This morning I was having a dream about a college graduation. Instead of Pomp and Circumstance playing as whoever it was graduating processed in, the theme song from The Office was playing. Odd right? I thought so too. I thought it was odd until I came to and woke up for the morning. I looked at my watch. 7:46?? SHIT.
That was no graduation....that was the sound of my alarm going off HAHAHA. Apparently I was so zonked, I reached over and turned off my iPhone alarm (which takes talent if sleeping). I was late for work by 15 mins.
We had meetings ALLLLL day. When everything was said and done, I now have my hand in about 9 different projects. Sweet life. One of those is due at 8am. So here I sit, still working on it.
Hey this kind of feels like college.....
Oh wait, I went to Richmond. This stress is NOTHING like that place. Unreal.
On a personal note...I feel pretty good for the most part. Whatever is going on with my allergies can stop anytime now. Oh....and if any new people feel like making their way into my life...that'd be fantastic. No offense to the people I already know and love, but I need to make some friends here in Greensboro. Some....non-typical friends I guess I should refer to them as.
Ah screw it, I'll just say it. Where my gays at?
I am so tired this week. The past weekend was my first AAU tournament as a head coach. Had a blast despite not winning the whole thing. The girls have a lot of work to do. Therefore, I decided to make practice a little different. I presented them with the option to make it pretty damn hard or pretty damn easy...
Monday morning came way to f*ing early. My alarm went off and my heart almost stopped, I think. From coaching, my voice has been off all week. I woke up Monday and felt like I had a cold or something. When I first woke up, I felt fine. But as the morning went on, things got fuzzier and fuzzier. It was so weird. I didn't cognitively feel tired....but I was. I wasn't in a bad mood either. I literally couldn't put a finger on what was wrong, but something was definitely off and no matter what I did, nothing helped.
Not even a Diet Dew. Yea... scary.
So I went to practice that night, fully expecting for the girls to practice horribly due to the fact that they had JUST played the day before and the day before that. I was planning on being a hard ass and going home with heightened blood pressure.
Those girls embraced everything I was trying to do. They did everything I asked and got on each other when someone wasn't doing exactly what I asked. I was sooo happy. My day completely turned around. At 9 pm. Love them!
This morning I was having a dream about a college graduation. Instead of Pomp and Circumstance playing as whoever it was graduating processed in, the theme song from The Office was playing. Odd right? I thought so too. I thought it was odd until I came to and woke up for the morning. I looked at my watch. 7:46?? SHIT.
That was no graduation....that was the sound of my alarm going off HAHAHA. Apparently I was so zonked, I reached over and turned off my iPhone alarm (which takes talent if sleeping). I was late for work by 15 mins.
We had meetings ALLLLL day. When everything was said and done, I now have my hand in about 9 different projects. Sweet life. One of those is due at 8am. So here I sit, still working on it.
Hey this kind of feels like college.....
Oh wait, I went to Richmond. This stress is NOTHING like that place. Unreal.
On a personal note...I feel pretty good for the most part. Whatever is going on with my allergies can stop anytime now. Oh....and if any new people feel like making their way into my life...that'd be fantastic. No offense to the people I already know and love, but I need to make some friends here in Greensboro. Some....non-typical friends I guess I should refer to them as.
Ah screw it, I'll just say it. Where my gays at?
9.17.2010
AAU
Sheesh-
Posts are just flowing out of me this morning. I want to update more frequently. Been a little busy lately.
My first AAU tournament as a head coach is this weekend!!!! I'm beyond pumped!
We had our first scrimmage last night. Without having our best player playing, we did just fine! I walked away pretty happy. The effort was there...that is my number one request. There is a lot to work on, but they were trying.
It has been a challenge getting them to break old habits. The old coach never really...taught...basketball stuff. He coached his daughter. That's about it.
The girls are responding very well, though. Better than I could have imagined. I see moments of brilliance and understanding. We will get there. By spring time, we should be pretty darn good. It is a matter of repetition, getting used to my style, learning the plays...and remembering them :)
I'm trying my hardest to be patient. I now understand why coaches were impatient sometimes. You see what these kids can do....and you can't get it out of them right then and there. But I'm reminding myself that I will get it out of them in time.
I'm growing, I'm learning, I'm loving it. Like McDonald's LOL I'm lovin' it. I'm McLovin it.
OK TOO MUCH COFFEE.
Posts are just flowing out of me this morning. I want to update more frequently. Been a little busy lately.
My first AAU tournament as a head coach is this weekend!!!! I'm beyond pumped!
We had our first scrimmage last night. Without having our best player playing, we did just fine! I walked away pretty happy. The effort was there...that is my number one request. There is a lot to work on, but they were trying.
It has been a challenge getting them to break old habits. The old coach never really...taught...basketball stuff. He coached his daughter. That's about it.
The girls are responding very well, though. Better than I could have imagined. I see moments of brilliance and understanding. We will get there. By spring time, we should be pretty darn good. It is a matter of repetition, getting used to my style, learning the plays...and remembering them :)
I'm trying my hardest to be patient. I now understand why coaches were impatient sometimes. You see what these kids can do....and you can't get it out of them right then and there. But I'm reminding myself that I will get it out of them in time.
I'm growing, I'm learning, I'm loving it. Like McDonald's LOL I'm lovin' it. I'm McLovin it.
OK TOO MUCH COFFEE.
Ruts
Imagine this...
You're driving through the mountains and the weather is just nasty. Snow, ice, rain...whatever. It has made the roads treacherous so much so that any idiot would know to stay off them if they don't have 4-wheel drive. Front wheel at the very least. You happen upon a car stuck in the mud. The engine is exhausting itself by continuously and furiously spinning the tires. Kicking up mud and all kinds of crap. Despite how messy the situation appears, you pull over and run to help the driver. You are, after all, in a 4-wheel, sturdy, solid, vehicle.
They graciously greet you and welcome you into the situation because they know they can't do it alone. "This has happened a few times before," they caution. "That's ok, I'll show you how to prepare for weather like this, " you say. "Great! That would be so helpful so that I never make this mistake again."
Perfect.
You grab all the necessary supplies you have and prepare to "unstuck" the car wildly spinning the tires. In attempts to get it out of the rut it has created, you become a mess yourself. The wheels spit mud in your face and all over your clean, dry clothes. The rain, ice and snow relentlessly pelt you in the face. Sticks and rocks fly up, cutting you up a bit. Your legs are driven into the mud so much so that you almost get stuck. Finally, the car moves a bit. You give one last push...expanding all of your energy. The car thrusts out of the rut and sits there idling, as if nothing ever happened.
By this time, you've grown rather impatient with everything. After all, it did make you late for the lunch you had planned to have with your friends. But at least you helped someone out who really needed it. You explain how to avoid this situation. The person blankly stares at you. You repeat it and repeat it. Annoyed, you turn to walk away. They grab you and say "ok, I'm sorry...just one more time, I promise I'll get it. I don't want to make this mistake again." You explain one last time...slowly, methodically...in a way they cannot mess up. Somewhere inside you know they will end up right where you first came upon them. You part ways and are happy to get home, shower and change clothes.
A little less than a month after this, you're driving down the same road. The weather is again, not good for cars without 4-wheel drive. It hardly ever is where you live. You turn the corner and can hardly believe your eyes.
There, in the same exact spot as before is the car you helped get out of the rut. It sits there spinning the tires. Another good-hearted, unsuspecting person stands behind the car, pushing with all their might. You pause for a second...your blood begins to boil. Did you or did you not, show that person how to avoid the situation completely? Yet here they sit....tires just'a spinning. You know exactly how that person helping is going to feel in a little bit. But its not your problem anymore. You know you exhausted yourself trying to show that person how to avoid the situation. You risked your own safety, got dirty and the debris left a few cuts.
So you sit there...staring out of your window dumbfounded. Angry. Irate that you wasted your time. It truly sinks in... Some people can't be helped. Some people want to make the same mistakes. Some people don't care about learning....learning anything. They just want to sit there and spin the tires. You sigh and drive away. In your rear view you gaze at the unsuspecting person beginning to explain how to avoid the situation.
You laugh almost an ominous laugh to yourself. "....maybe they will listen this time. Maybe this person can find a way to get the point across to that poor idiot"
A few months later, driving down that very road, you pass by the same freaking car. Stuck. No one is there to help yet. But you never slow....you pass by without thinking twice.
They can't be helped.
You're driving through the mountains and the weather is just nasty. Snow, ice, rain...whatever. It has made the roads treacherous so much so that any idiot would know to stay off them if they don't have 4-wheel drive. Front wheel at the very least. You happen upon a car stuck in the mud. The engine is exhausting itself by continuously and furiously spinning the tires. Kicking up mud and all kinds of crap. Despite how messy the situation appears, you pull over and run to help the driver. You are, after all, in a 4-wheel, sturdy, solid, vehicle.
They graciously greet you and welcome you into the situation because they know they can't do it alone. "This has happened a few times before," they caution. "That's ok, I'll show you how to prepare for weather like this, " you say. "Great! That would be so helpful so that I never make this mistake again."
Perfect.
You grab all the necessary supplies you have and prepare to "unstuck" the car wildly spinning the tires. In attempts to get it out of the rut it has created, you become a mess yourself. The wheels spit mud in your face and all over your clean, dry clothes. The rain, ice and snow relentlessly pelt you in the face. Sticks and rocks fly up, cutting you up a bit. Your legs are driven into the mud so much so that you almost get stuck. Finally, the car moves a bit. You give one last push...expanding all of your energy. The car thrusts out of the rut and sits there idling, as if nothing ever happened.
By this time, you've grown rather impatient with everything. After all, it did make you late for the lunch you had planned to have with your friends. But at least you helped someone out who really needed it. You explain how to avoid this situation. The person blankly stares at you. You repeat it and repeat it. Annoyed, you turn to walk away. They grab you and say "ok, I'm sorry...just one more time, I promise I'll get it. I don't want to make this mistake again." You explain one last time...slowly, methodically...in a way they cannot mess up. Somewhere inside you know they will end up right where you first came upon them. You part ways and are happy to get home, shower and change clothes.
A little less than a month after this, you're driving down the same road. The weather is again, not good for cars without 4-wheel drive. It hardly ever is where you live. You turn the corner and can hardly believe your eyes.
There, in the same exact spot as before is the car you helped get out of the rut. It sits there spinning the tires. Another good-hearted, unsuspecting person stands behind the car, pushing with all their might. You pause for a second...your blood begins to boil. Did you or did you not, show that person how to avoid the situation completely? Yet here they sit....tires just'a spinning. You know exactly how that person helping is going to feel in a little bit. But its not your problem anymore. You know you exhausted yourself trying to show that person how to avoid the situation. You risked your own safety, got dirty and the debris left a few cuts.
So you sit there...staring out of your window dumbfounded. Angry. Irate that you wasted your time. It truly sinks in... Some people can't be helped. Some people want to make the same mistakes. Some people don't care about learning....learning anything. They just want to sit there and spin the tires. You sigh and drive away. In your rear view you gaze at the unsuspecting person beginning to explain how to avoid the situation.
You laugh almost an ominous laugh to yourself. "....maybe they will listen this time. Maybe this person can find a way to get the point across to that poor idiot"
A few months later, driving down that very road, you pass by the same freaking car. Stuck. No one is there to help yet. But you never slow....you pass by without thinking twice.
They can't be helped.
9.09.2010
Randoms. isms.
Every morning brings another, slightly stronger hint that fall is fast approaching. After this blazing inferno of a summer we've had down here, 80 degree days feel like heaven. Even better? 58 degree mornings. It felt so good this morning on my way to work turning the dial on my air to the place where the blue and red meet in the middle.
Football seasons starts tonight. More importantly, the BUCS season starts on Sunday. I've missed football Sundays at the house for the past four years. I'm finally back and ready to go!! Being away, you don't really realize how much you're missing until you come back home. The memories all come flooding back and you realize how much you actually do miss things. Yes, even mom yelling at you occasionally.
My AAU team is starting to come together. There are A LOTTTTTT of bad habits I'm having to work through with them. Their old coach only cared about his daughter apparently.... Given that, he didn't pay much attention to the other kids and their....skills.... Each practice, they are getting more and more used to my style. They were all a bit shell-shocked at first I think. We run. A lot. All of my drills involve getting up and down the hardwood. Being the head coach was a MAJOR adjustment at first. I realized how much more you have to watch and be vocal. Oh...and the plays come from YOUR head. That is probably the most challenging thing for me...but, I'm getting used to it! Oh...and LOVING every minute of it :)
Vacation was pretty good. Always nice to get away to the beach. We missed Tom, though. He brings something with him that wasn't there this trip. I did enjoy seeing Lila experience the beach for the first time. However, if given the choice, I think she would prefer the pool to the sandy beach. She even loved the hot tub. Me too, kid!
Football seasons starts tonight. More importantly, the BUCS season starts on Sunday. I've missed football Sundays at the house for the past four years. I'm finally back and ready to go!! Being away, you don't really realize how much you're missing until you come back home. The memories all come flooding back and you realize how much you actually do miss things. Yes, even mom yelling at you occasionally.
My AAU team is starting to come together. There are A LOTTTTTT of bad habits I'm having to work through with them. Their old coach only cared about his daughter apparently.... Given that, he didn't pay much attention to the other kids and their....skills.... Each practice, they are getting more and more used to my style. They were all a bit shell-shocked at first I think. We run. A lot. All of my drills involve getting up and down the hardwood. Being the head coach was a MAJOR adjustment at first. I realized how much more you have to watch and be vocal. Oh...and the plays come from YOUR head. That is probably the most challenging thing for me...but, I'm getting used to it! Oh...and LOVING every minute of it :)
Vacation was pretty good. Always nice to get away to the beach. We missed Tom, though. He brings something with him that wasn't there this trip. I did enjoy seeing Lila experience the beach for the first time. However, if given the choice, I think she would prefer the pool to the sandy beach. She even loved the hot tub. Me too, kid!
8.26.2010
Live! From Myrtle Beach!
I'm blogging live from Myrtle Beach (for anyone who can't read a title).
We are on our family vacation. I've had a few cocktails, so this might be all over 'da plaaaace :)
Just kidding. Kind of.
So....here we are. Cherry Grove at MB. The car ride was definitely not as interesting as last time. We all wish Tom could be here. Stupid lawyer shit. He gets his results from the bar while we're here. He is working a PT job at a firm for the next 6 weeks. Experience us good, but unfortunately, he doesn't get to be here at the beach with us :( I love Tom because he makes me feel slightly less awkward around the family sometimes. O:-) He gets me! hahahaha
Dad threw his back out loading the truck, Katie and I have had the plague for the past two weeks, and mom has to give herself shots for MS every other day. Needless to say, today was not as exciting as the last time we drove down here.
This is Lila's first trip to the beach! She is quite the little waterbug, so this ought to be a lot of fun. Minus the sand! We took her down to the lazy river and hot tubs and she LOVED them. The kid gets the biggest smile on her face when she's in the water. She's getting a bit fussy...just in time for us to go to dinner. Yippee. This ought to be fun haha.
Anywho....I'll update more as the weekend progresses. Hopefully my next post is about a big fish I caught at the pier. Here's to hoping....
We are on our family vacation. I've had a few cocktails, so this might be all over 'da plaaaace :)
Just kidding. Kind of.
So....here we are. Cherry Grove at MB. The car ride was definitely not as interesting as last time. We all wish Tom could be here. Stupid lawyer shit. He gets his results from the bar while we're here. He is working a PT job at a firm for the next 6 weeks. Experience us good, but unfortunately, he doesn't get to be here at the beach with us :( I love Tom because he makes me feel slightly less awkward around the family sometimes. O:-) He gets me! hahahaha
Dad threw his back out loading the truck, Katie and I have had the plague for the past two weeks, and mom has to give herself shots for MS every other day. Needless to say, today was not as exciting as the last time we drove down here.
This is Lila's first trip to the beach! She is quite the little waterbug, so this ought to be a lot of fun. Minus the sand! We took her down to the lazy river and hot tubs and she LOVED them. The kid gets the biggest smile on her face when she's in the water. She's getting a bit fussy...just in time for us to go to dinner. Yippee. This ought to be fun haha.
Anywho....I'll update more as the weekend progresses. Hopefully my next post is about a big fish I caught at the pier. Here's to hoping....
8.23.2010
Blame the plague
This has been quite a busy month for me. Sorry for the staggering number in posts. I'll do better, I promise!
I started working FULL TIME for Smart Choice! I'm very excited. It just so happened that a place/job for me opened up due to some new ideas in the company. Hard work pays off. This has been a true testament of that. You work hard and produce good work, things are going to happen.
I got my own office and everything. My office is known as 'the bunker' given its location. You'd have to see it to understand. But it is very swanky and comfortable.
This past week was rather challenging. My sister and I contracted what I am now calling the plague. It started out as a ferocious sore throat. Well...Tylenol and Advil didn't touch the pain in our throats. Due to meetings and trainings allll week, we were unable to take proper care of ourselves. Two nights of dinner out with clients (complete with 100 dollar bottle of wines and copious amounts of delicious food) made for long days and short sleep nights. Not a good combo for the sick and feeble. By Friday, we were both at the doctor's office. She had the beginning of a sinus infection. I had the remnants of one because she said my throat was "terrible looking." By that time Katie had already lost her voice. Mine was on the fritz. So, off to work we went with antibiotics and senses of humor in tact. Saturday morning I felt ok. She still didn't have a voice. Mine was still on and off. Well...Saturday night my neighbor was having a birthday party. Outside. It was a tad muggy, but NOTHING like the majority of the summer has been so it was pleasant. I felt like my ear had been a little plugged all day, but by the time twilight came, it had gotten much worse. My voice was going and my ear was filling with what felt like cotton by the minute. Around 10:30 I called it a night and headed home. I had some water and headed to bed feeling weird. I woke up around 3:00. The fullness in my ear was driving me NUTS. Laying in bed, I burped and thought someone had driven a pencil through my ear. OMG, ya'll it hurt so bad. So I was like, "ok, enough...time to unclog my ear." I went downstairs, boiled some water and sat over it so the steam raised into my ear. 20 minutes later, nothing had worked and I was getting more miserable by the second. Time to go do something about it. I didn't want to wake my parents, so I thought that I would just leave a note and drive myself to the new mini-ER down the road from the house. But then I figured Mom would kill me if she found out, so I went upstairs and asked her what to do. One of the perks of still living at home is that you can waltz into your parents' room in the middle of the night and say, "Mommmm I don't feel goooood." I don't complain about that kind of stuff unless I am REALLY not doing so well. So my awesome Mom got up and got dressed (make-up and all, oh mom...) and we headed to the ER.
What a nice facility. We were the only ones there. In about ten minutes, I was already in an exam room. The doctor comes in and wants to look in my ears. My right one was fine. He went around to the other side and I moaned "pleeeeeease be careful when you go in there." He was but he said, "Oh dear! Your ear looks horrible. Your ear drum is majorly inflamed and red." Yippee. My throat infection spread into my ear giving me a middle ear infection. Also, at this point, my voice was COMPLETELY gone. He said if my ear drum ruptured I would feel instant relief, but that doctors no longer do that. Ok? I was thinking. So the nurse (a flaming, articulate gay man who was SO cool) came in with 2.5 doses of steroids for me to take and my prescription for new antibiotics and some light pain meds for my ears. I hate pain meds. More on that in a few.
So male nurse explains where there are 24-hr pharmacies, so mom and I load up and hit the road to get them filled. By this time, my ear is in major meltdown mode and I am more miserable than I was before we got to the hospital. We get the prescriptions and I tear into them like a hyena on a warthog.
Get home around 5:15. Mom puts me in bed and I sleep til 10 or so. Now...I don't like pain meds because of how I feel without them once they've been in my body. For some reason, I have severe withdrawls from them. So...Sunday Mom and Dad went to church and I stayed home on the couch fighting off bouts of nausea. Fun. Apparently though, Z-packs can really upset your stomach too. Didn't know that. So that could have been part of it.
This brings us to today. My voice is somewhat back, but not completely. I took my second round of antibiotics this morning. My sister is on the same thing (might have mentioned this already, IDK!!) and she had to come in late because her stomach didn't agree with it this morning. She actually threw up. Me? No my stomach waited for me to get to work. I think I've already lost 10 pounds this morning. Fun times. Hopefully my body adjusts and I feel MUCH better by Thursday. We are leaving for a family vacation on Thursday. Can't believe the summer is already over. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy about it though. SO sick of hot weather. Bring on the fall baby!
Shout out to all my Richmond kids heading back to school today. Can't believe I don't get to do that this year. It's CRAZY!
I started working FULL TIME for Smart Choice! I'm very excited. It just so happened that a place/job for me opened up due to some new ideas in the company. Hard work pays off. This has been a true testament of that. You work hard and produce good work, things are going to happen.
I got my own office and everything. My office is known as 'the bunker' given its location. You'd have to see it to understand. But it is very swanky and comfortable.
This past week was rather challenging. My sister and I contracted what I am now calling the plague. It started out as a ferocious sore throat. Well...Tylenol and Advil didn't touch the pain in our throats. Due to meetings and trainings allll week, we were unable to take proper care of ourselves. Two nights of dinner out with clients (complete with 100 dollar bottle of wines and copious amounts of delicious food) made for long days and short sleep nights. Not a good combo for the sick and feeble. By Friday, we were both at the doctor's office. She had the beginning of a sinus infection. I had the remnants of one because she said my throat was "terrible looking." By that time Katie had already lost her voice. Mine was on the fritz. So, off to work we went with antibiotics and senses of humor in tact. Saturday morning I felt ok. She still didn't have a voice. Mine was still on and off. Well...Saturday night my neighbor was having a birthday party. Outside. It was a tad muggy, but NOTHING like the majority of the summer has been so it was pleasant. I felt like my ear had been a little plugged all day, but by the time twilight came, it had gotten much worse. My voice was going and my ear was filling with what felt like cotton by the minute. Around 10:30 I called it a night and headed home. I had some water and headed to bed feeling weird. I woke up around 3:00. The fullness in my ear was driving me NUTS. Laying in bed, I burped and thought someone had driven a pencil through my ear. OMG, ya'll it hurt so bad. So I was like, "ok, enough...time to unclog my ear." I went downstairs, boiled some water and sat over it so the steam raised into my ear. 20 minutes later, nothing had worked and I was getting more miserable by the second. Time to go do something about it. I didn't want to wake my parents, so I thought that I would just leave a note and drive myself to the new mini-ER down the road from the house. But then I figured Mom would kill me if she found out, so I went upstairs and asked her what to do. One of the perks of still living at home is that you can waltz into your parents' room in the middle of the night and say, "Mommmm I don't feel goooood." I don't complain about that kind of stuff unless I am REALLY not doing so well. So my awesome Mom got up and got dressed (make-up and all, oh mom...) and we headed to the ER.What a nice facility. We were the only ones there. In about ten minutes, I was already in an exam room. The doctor comes in and wants to look in my ears. My right one was fine. He went around to the other side and I moaned "pleeeeeease be careful when you go in there." He was but he said, "Oh dear! Your ear looks horrible. Your ear drum is majorly inflamed and red." Yippee. My throat infection spread into my ear giving me a middle ear infection. Also, at this point, my voice was COMPLETELY gone. He said if my ear drum ruptured I would feel instant relief, but that doctors no longer do that. Ok? I was thinking. So the nurse (a flaming, articulate gay man who was SO cool) came in with 2.5 doses of steroids for me to take and my prescription for new antibiotics and some light pain meds for my ears. I hate pain meds. More on that in a few.
So male nurse explains where there are 24-hr pharmacies, so mom and I load up and hit the road to get them filled. By this time, my ear is in major meltdown mode and I am more miserable than I was before we got to the hospital. We get the prescriptions and I tear into them like a hyena on a warthog.
Get home around 5:15. Mom puts me in bed and I sleep til 10 or so. Now...I don't like pain meds because of how I feel without them once they've been in my body. For some reason, I have severe withdrawls from them. So...Sunday Mom and Dad went to church and I stayed home on the couch fighting off bouts of nausea. Fun. Apparently though, Z-packs can really upset your stomach too. Didn't know that. So that could have been part of it.
This brings us to today. My voice is somewhat back, but not completely. I took my second round of antibiotics this morning. My sister is on the same thing (might have mentioned this already, IDK!!) and she had to come in late because her stomach didn't agree with it this morning. She actually threw up. Me? No my stomach waited for me to get to work. I think I've already lost 10 pounds this morning. Fun times. Hopefully my body adjusts and I feel MUCH better by Thursday. We are leaving for a family vacation on Thursday. Can't believe the summer is already over. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy about it though. SO sick of hot weather. Bring on the fall baby!
Shout out to all my Richmond kids heading back to school today. Can't believe I don't get to do that this year. It's CRAZY!
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