12/21/17
This post was requested by someone who used to read my posts often. My latest adventures have been with my ankle. It all started over the summer. I woke up one morning with horrible pain in my Achilles' tendon. It hurt to even touch a blanket. I go to one of those walk in (should be limp in) sports clinics. They give me a walking boot and some steroids for 2 weeks. No improvement. They do an MRI and they say I have tendinitis in my Achilles and peroneal ligament (runs on side of ankle. ) I get sent to PT for 3 weeks for what reason? I don't know. Because rest would have been the appropriate treatment. I go back and the doctor kicks me out of his practice after I tell him he's an idiot and I'm now in more pain.
I go to a new doctor (3 weeks later). He reads the MRI himself and examines my foot. Turns out I have an osteochondroma on my ankle causing all my pain. He schedules surgery immediately and calls the first doctor to tell him he was wrong. I have surgery the day before my birthday. The nerve block they gave me, while awake, didn't take. So I get put to sleep and have the surgery done. Turns out my Achilles is partially torn, they repair that and clean up scar tissue from surgery I had 10 years ago. They removed the tumor and shaved down the bone attached to it the reduce the chances of it growth back. For the peroneal ligament they repaired it by grafting on a new ligament. When I woke up I had 4 thoughts in my head: was the tumor benign or did they have to amputate, I have to pee, I'm about to throw up, and man my leg hurts.
I go home and uneasily rest for about 3 days then I return to work against doctors orders, and boy was that a painful mistake. I felt like hell for weeks. I get called derogatory names by both customers and co-workers who have no idea what I go through but I smile and keep working. I have my cast changed 3 times and my stitches removed before being put in a boot again. I start PT again 3 times a week and that's still going on.
I went back to the doctor a little over a week ago to find I have an infection and my scar isn't healing correctly. I now have to take a high dose of a high powered antibiotic twice a day for several weeks and I have to rub a cream that burns like hell on the scar that removes necrotic skin while promoting new skin growth. Y'all, this makes me sicker than the infection itself. I throw up all throughout the night and several times each day. I can't stop the meds because if the infection hits my new ligament my body can reject it and back to surgery I go.
In the mean time, chronic vomiting (and from my past posts y'all know I have a problem with this) causes oral problems. I have been at the dentist 3 times in 2 weeks for a total of 7 hours getting cavities filled and my teeth cleaned and flouried treatments. Due to having the discs removed from my jaw 5 years ago, my jaw has been clicking, swollen, and in extreme pain. I have at least one more visit scheduled for the dentist.
Needless to say these last few months, especially weeks, have been rough. My pain is at a constant 7-8 on the pain scale. I get home from work and just can no longer work and have to use my wheelchair. I'm tired of throwing-up daily with my anti-nausea meds no longer working. Then to top it all off, I get told to step up my appearances but no amount of makeup can cover up the fact that I feel like death.
I'll try better to keep y'all updated. I didn't realize until recently that my daily struggles of living with rare diseases help y'all understand not only what I'm going through but what others may be goin through and trying to cover up.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
sometimes you just give up
3/14/2017
I was out of town over the past week and almost daily I was receiving phone calls from doctors, nurses, pre-op, etc.
Here's an over-view of what went down.
1. My orthopedic oncologist scheduled a bone scan for me to have Monday the 13th. This is a 4-6 test where they inject you with radioactive dye, you must hold still, and they scan your whole body. If any part "lights up" they have to go back over that part from all different angles. Why do I have to do this? This test will tell them basically if I have tumors growing and if I do at this age, they are thought to be malignant. Now what happens if it is malignant? I'm sure you are thinking they have made some great medical advances? Think again! For this disease and osteoscarcoma, they just chop off the limb the tumor is connected to so it will not grow back or spread, like you're a 1862 gangrene patient. Who is to say what limb is worth losing over an agonizing death? No one. It is one of those personal decision things. After walking around in the rain looking for the entrance to the hospital (due to the main one being moved for construction and all doctors and nurses telling me I couldn't enter and to walk to the other side) I said, "it's just not worth these 4-6 hours and my money for this test to then make that decision of life or limb."
2. Same doctor wants me to also do physical therapy for my shoulder blade for a tumor pressing into my lungs just so insurance will approve an MRI of that area. For those of you who don't know, physical therapy does not treat tumors, it makes the pain and swelling worse. It also is counter productive for costs. I have to go 3 times a week for 6 weeks to have 1 MRI at $2500, then have the surgery just to go back to therapy. Once I run out of therapy visits, I have to pay 100% of it all over again. So, I determined I have had this pain for 3 years, whats another couple years.
3. The day before I left, I had a blood test done by my GI specialist who I have been hanging out with almost every other week now. If I don't go to see him, he makes it a point to personally call me. He made another phone call, and asked me to cut my trip short and I told him that I couldn't, so he asked me to come in first thing Monday morning. Me being me, I asked "How about Tuesday afternoon?" They need to retest my blood, it either came out all wrong from the lab, or something is wrong with me which is what I have been trying to tell him for the past year. Either way, we are both very excited to find out. It might be caused by my bones and if that's the case, I need a new orthopedic oncologist. I have been to Mayo Clinic, Vanderbilt, Kentucky, and Memphis.
4. Surgery 33ish is coming up Friday. I lost count after 30. I have been on the phone non-stop with the surgeon, the pre-op nurses, and the anesthesiologist (please let me take this time to note that I asked to be awake the whole time) and we have determined that despite having a couple of bone issues, I am healthy enough to undergo surgery.
I was out of town over the past week and almost daily I was receiving phone calls from doctors, nurses, pre-op, etc.
Here's an over-view of what went down.
1. My orthopedic oncologist scheduled a bone scan for me to have Monday the 13th. This is a 4-6 test where they inject you with radioactive dye, you must hold still, and they scan your whole body. If any part "lights up" they have to go back over that part from all different angles. Why do I have to do this? This test will tell them basically if I have tumors growing and if I do at this age, they are thought to be malignant. Now what happens if it is malignant? I'm sure you are thinking they have made some great medical advances? Think again! For this disease and osteoscarcoma, they just chop off the limb the tumor is connected to so it will not grow back or spread, like you're a 1862 gangrene patient. Who is to say what limb is worth losing over an agonizing death? No one. It is one of those personal decision things. After walking around in the rain looking for the entrance to the hospital (due to the main one being moved for construction and all doctors and nurses telling me I couldn't enter and to walk to the other side) I said, "it's just not worth these 4-6 hours and my money for this test to then make that decision of life or limb."
2. Same doctor wants me to also do physical therapy for my shoulder blade for a tumor pressing into my lungs just so insurance will approve an MRI of that area. For those of you who don't know, physical therapy does not treat tumors, it makes the pain and swelling worse. It also is counter productive for costs. I have to go 3 times a week for 6 weeks to have 1 MRI at $2500, then have the surgery just to go back to therapy. Once I run out of therapy visits, I have to pay 100% of it all over again. So, I determined I have had this pain for 3 years, whats another couple years.
3. The day before I left, I had a blood test done by my GI specialist who I have been hanging out with almost every other week now. If I don't go to see him, he makes it a point to personally call me. He made another phone call, and asked me to cut my trip short and I told him that I couldn't, so he asked me to come in first thing Monday morning. Me being me, I asked "How about Tuesday afternoon?" They need to retest my blood, it either came out all wrong from the lab, or something is wrong with me which is what I have been trying to tell him for the past year. Either way, we are both very excited to find out. It might be caused by my bones and if that's the case, I need a new orthopedic oncologist. I have been to Mayo Clinic, Vanderbilt, Kentucky, and Memphis.
4. Surgery 33ish is coming up Friday. I lost count after 30. I have been on the phone non-stop with the surgeon, the pre-op nurses, and the anesthesiologist (please let me take this time to note that I asked to be awake the whole time) and we have determined that despite having a couple of bone issues, I am healthy enough to undergo surgery.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
I hate my uterus
1/11/2017
For months now, I have had immense stomach pain with round the clock nausea and vomiting. I have it the week before, during, and after my period with a one week break in between. I have changed all my eating habits and have been taking three different medications for nausea and vomiting. Biopsies from my endoscopy and colonoscopy show nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Men may want to stop reading now, or keep reading and welcome to the life of someone with a uterus. My period arrives, I knew it was coming for 10 days due to vomiting, ovarian pain, bloating, and more. I prepare my day for work with a purse full of 8 tampons (one per hour at work), pads, and pantyliners. By noon, I have bled through everything and ruined yet another set of clothes. I have four hours left at work and need to be able to pay for my insurance and hospital and doctors bills that I can not go home and stay home every week of my period. So, I go to the store and buy another slew of feminine hygiene products, and continue to take all my stomach medication and various OTC pain relievers for any hint of relief, all while hoping no one notices the pool of blood and blood clots I am sitting in until the day ends. Each morning, I have to change the sheets on my bed due to excessive bleeding and try not to pass out from dizziness. I am in a constant state of wanting to cry and cursing my reproductive system that I do not need at all. It just makes my life hell.
I will momentarily end this rant, but it will not truly end until my problem is fixed, not just held over by heating pads and medications.
For months now, I have had immense stomach pain with round the clock nausea and vomiting. I have it the week before, during, and after my period with a one week break in between. I have changed all my eating habits and have been taking three different medications for nausea and vomiting. Biopsies from my endoscopy and colonoscopy show nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Men may want to stop reading now, or keep reading and welcome to the life of someone with a uterus. My period arrives, I knew it was coming for 10 days due to vomiting, ovarian pain, bloating, and more. I prepare my day for work with a purse full of 8 tampons (one per hour at work), pads, and pantyliners. By noon, I have bled through everything and ruined yet another set of clothes. I have four hours left at work and need to be able to pay for my insurance and hospital and doctors bills that I can not go home and stay home every week of my period. So, I go to the store and buy another slew of feminine hygiene products, and continue to take all my stomach medication and various OTC pain relievers for any hint of relief, all while hoping no one notices the pool of blood and blood clots I am sitting in until the day ends. Each morning, I have to change the sheets on my bed due to excessive bleeding and try not to pass out from dizziness. I am in a constant state of wanting to cry and cursing my reproductive system that I do not need at all. It just makes my life hell.
I will momentarily end this rant, but it will not truly end until my problem is fixed, not just held over by heating pads and medications.
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
New adjustments: the good, the bad, and the ugly crying.
10/26/2016
In case someone didn't read my last post. I went to get tested for food allergies and the results were not in my favor. Read that post for all the details. Adjusting to the soy free and yellow dye free life has been the most challenging out of all the foods, and I thought the tomatoes would be a problem, but when you have nothing to put them on they don't become a problem. I'm just going to break this down in to different categories of struggles and changes.
Grocery shopping:
I now have to read all the labels. My grocery trips now take over two hours for less than half a basket of food. I shop at a small town store that has half of an organic isle that everyone avoids, so I am all alone for most of these two hours. I break out into song "im all alone in the organic isle..." and the grocery employee asks if he can help me with anything. I say, "Yes." We just stare at each other for an awkward minute and he asks, "well....?" to which I reply, "I'm looking for food." He gives me that no shit look. I then list off everything I can't eat and he leaves basically saying I'm SOL. Continuing on through the store I realize that I can no longer eat chocolate. What kind of life am I living? I check out pay my $80 for my 10 or so items and leave broke, hungry, and sad.
Eating at restaurants:
Well I can't do that anymore. The only thing I can get anymore is a salad without tomatoes, lemons or their juice spritzed on the salad to keep it fresh, no cheese, blah blah. They might as well feed me a head of lettuce and I'm not paying $8 for a $1 item.
Eating at home:
Eating at home is fine. I eat a lot of meat, eggs, fruits, and vegetables. I can still eat Sweedish Fish. (that is red candy for those of you like my mom that didn't know), but I can't eat that Sweedish Fish Oreos. But if I want bread, pasta, pancakes, cake, you know all those delicious carbs? I have to make them completely from scratch like the true baker I am. It shouldn't be a problem since I've been to cooking school....twice...I just don't really own all that baking stuff.
Eating at work:
I have to pack my lunch daily. Since you know that whole going out to eat thing isn't an option any more. The only problem is, I forget it at home. So sometimes I am just stuck drinking coffee and eating some cheerios because I'm not allergic to those. I'm still working on that.
Calories:
Calories are only somewhat of a problem. Not that I eat too many, but that I don't get enough. I eat at least five times a day and still only manage to eat 800 Kcals a day. This includes while working out too. I need to find a way to increase this.
In case someone didn't read my last post. I went to get tested for food allergies and the results were not in my favor. Read that post for all the details. Adjusting to the soy free and yellow dye free life has been the most challenging out of all the foods, and I thought the tomatoes would be a problem, but when you have nothing to put them on they don't become a problem. I'm just going to break this down in to different categories of struggles and changes.
Grocery shopping:
I now have to read all the labels. My grocery trips now take over two hours for less than half a basket of food. I shop at a small town store that has half of an organic isle that everyone avoids, so I am all alone for most of these two hours. I break out into song "im all alone in the organic isle..." and the grocery employee asks if he can help me with anything. I say, "Yes." We just stare at each other for an awkward minute and he asks, "well....?" to which I reply, "I'm looking for food." He gives me that no shit look. I then list off everything I can't eat and he leaves basically saying I'm SOL. Continuing on through the store I realize that I can no longer eat chocolate. What kind of life am I living? I check out pay my $80 for my 10 or so items and leave broke, hungry, and sad.
Eating at restaurants:
Well I can't do that anymore. The only thing I can get anymore is a salad without tomatoes, lemons or their juice spritzed on the salad to keep it fresh, no cheese, blah blah. They might as well feed me a head of lettuce and I'm not paying $8 for a $1 item.
Eating at home:
Eating at home is fine. I eat a lot of meat, eggs, fruits, and vegetables. I can still eat Sweedish Fish. (that is red candy for those of you like my mom that didn't know), but I can't eat that Sweedish Fish Oreos. But if I want bread, pasta, pancakes, cake, you know all those delicious carbs? I have to make them completely from scratch like the true baker I am. It shouldn't be a problem since I've been to cooking school....twice...I just don't really own all that baking stuff.
Eating at work:
I have to pack my lunch daily. Since you know that whole going out to eat thing isn't an option any more. The only problem is, I forget it at home. So sometimes I am just stuck drinking coffee and eating some cheerios because I'm not allergic to those. I'm still working on that.
Calories:
Calories are only somewhat of a problem. Not that I eat too many, but that I don't get enough. I eat at least five times a day and still only manage to eat 800 Kcals a day. This includes while working out too. I need to find a way to increase this.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
A new way of eating
10/19/2016
I have been having a lot of stomach issues for the past month. The last time this happened it turned out I was allergic to potatoes and bananas. Instead of doing an elimination and reintroduction diet which can take months to complete, I decided to undergo a day of torture and get allergy testing for 58 foods.
The process itself wasn't that bad. It was annoying. It was itchy, my back was burning, I couldn't scratch it. I had to take a few Benadryl after it was all complete. The results were devastating. I am allergic to the following foods:
Shellfish: including clam, crab, oysters, shrimp, etc
Fish mix: cod, flounder, halibut, mackerel, tuna, etc.
Lemon
Soy beans
Tomatoes
Yellow Dye
Bananas
Potatoes
I'm also lactose intolerant.
My first reaction to this news: I can't eat pizza anymore! Followed by tomatoes, soy, and yellow dye are in everything! What am I going to eat? The doctor said, it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be, but you're right blah blah went on about tacos. My last thought was who the hell is allergic to lemons? Thank god I'm not allergic to coffee.
Now I have basically narrowed it down to I can no longer eat processed foods. I have to put those two cooking schools to use and cook more often. I can eat meat, fruits (most of them at least), and vegetables. I will find other things in time that I can eat. For the next three months I have to keep a strict food journal about what all I eat and the digestive reactions I have from the foods to see if there is anything else that I can be allergic to that they can test by blood. If I seem grumpy it's probably because I'm hangry.
I have been having a lot of stomach issues for the past month. The last time this happened it turned out I was allergic to potatoes and bananas. Instead of doing an elimination and reintroduction diet which can take months to complete, I decided to undergo a day of torture and get allergy testing for 58 foods.
The process itself wasn't that bad. It was annoying. It was itchy, my back was burning, I couldn't scratch it. I had to take a few Benadryl after it was all complete. The results were devastating. I am allergic to the following foods:
Shellfish: including clam, crab, oysters, shrimp, etc
Fish mix: cod, flounder, halibut, mackerel, tuna, etc.
Lemon
Soy beans
Tomatoes
Yellow Dye
Bananas
Potatoes
I'm also lactose intolerant.
My first reaction to this news: I can't eat pizza anymore! Followed by tomatoes, soy, and yellow dye are in everything! What am I going to eat? The doctor said, it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be, but you're right blah blah went on about tacos. My last thought was who the hell is allergic to lemons? Thank god I'm not allergic to coffee.
Now I have basically narrowed it down to I can no longer eat processed foods. I have to put those two cooking schools to use and cook more often. I can eat meat, fruits (most of them at least), and vegetables. I will find other things in time that I can eat. For the next three months I have to keep a strict food journal about what all I eat and the digestive reactions I have from the foods to see if there is anything else that I can be allergic to that they can test by blood. If I seem grumpy it's probably because I'm hangry.
Monday, September 26, 2016
5 am rise
9/26/2016
It has been a while since my last post and there are several things in my life that have changed and one of them being that my alarm clock now goes off at 5am on most mornings. Why would I do this to myself? Do you know how much one can get done before the rest of the world rises? It is a great feeling and I seem to feel more awake the rest of the day. The rest of the post will take you through my morning as I experience it.
5:00am first alarm goes off and I do hit snooze. I'm not that crazy yet. I can not just rise and shine.
5:09am I hit snooze again but am more awake and prepare mentally for the next alarm to sound.
5:18am The alarm goes off. I am prepared to open my eyes. I scroll through social media for the next few minutes and see nothing has really changed over night. I just really want to wake up to something shocking. So if anyone can post that news between 10pm and 5am that would be great.
5:25am another alarm sounds. This alarm is the hardest. I have to not only get myself out of bed, but I have to get my dog out of bed and get her outside. She is not a morning person. I put her outside, start the coffee pot, and make my oatmeal. I let the dog in, she goes back to bed while I eat my oatmeal and pour my coffee over 2 ice cubes so it is easy to drink and I don't burn all the taste buds off my tongue. While sipping on my coffee, I get dressed into my athletic, Speedo brand swimsuit and throw on shorts and a tank over it, then quickly chug the rest of my coffee so I can brush my teeth.
5:45am I grab my stuff and run out the door into darkness. I listen to the radio for the traffic to see which route I will be taking into the city. I decide the interstate will work, I will deal with the traffic.
6:10am Who else is there to talk to in the morning than people from the other side of the world? This is one of the only times I can talk to my Australian friend. We try to call each other once a week even if only ten minutes. I love this time.
6:40am I arrive at the gym. I call my mom real quick to tell her everything I need to tell her.
6:50am Finish getting ready for the pool in the locker room.
7:00am Enter the room with the indoor pool. I throw my hair up, put my earplugs in, and goggles on. Sit on the edge of the shallow end, with my toes dipped in. The enter all the way into the pool. It is cool. I warm up by swimming two laps free style slowly. I then stretch a bit. It is now time to hit the swimming hard. I take a sit of my Gatorade. I kick off the end and start my freestyle to one end and back. Then back stroke one end and back twice. Then breast stroke one end and back. Back stroke one end and back. Time for stretch break. I feel my shoulder muscles aching so much at this point. I know I do not have full range of motion in my strokes from previous should surgery. The next four laps will be working the legs only. I start my way down the pool kicking as hard and fast as I can without any use of my arms to propel my forward. I feel the burn in my legs. Time for some Gatorade and one for stretching break. I swim several more laps at a moderate pace without a notice of the outside world. Just focusing on my breathing, my muscles, and sore joints. Going back and forth and switching stokes at the end of each lap to eliminate some joint pain. I stop for a few seconds. Then take one slow freestyle lap to cool down my muscles.
7:40am I exit the pool and enter the hot-tub immediately. I stretch all my muscles once more in the heat before showering.
7:45 Shower and get ready for work.Then head over to work for a productive day.
I hope to eliminate that snooze or at least one of them. I hope to not only improve my swimming, by improving my speed, my endurance, and stoke, but to add on to it by adding another exercise element somewhere in there in the morning or maybe the afternoon. One step and lap at a time though.
It has been a while since my last post and there are several things in my life that have changed and one of them being that my alarm clock now goes off at 5am on most mornings. Why would I do this to myself? Do you know how much one can get done before the rest of the world rises? It is a great feeling and I seem to feel more awake the rest of the day. The rest of the post will take you through my morning as I experience it.
5:00am first alarm goes off and I do hit snooze. I'm not that crazy yet. I can not just rise and shine.
5:09am I hit snooze again but am more awake and prepare mentally for the next alarm to sound.
5:18am The alarm goes off. I am prepared to open my eyes. I scroll through social media for the next few minutes and see nothing has really changed over night. I just really want to wake up to something shocking. So if anyone can post that news between 10pm and 5am that would be great.
5:25am another alarm sounds. This alarm is the hardest. I have to not only get myself out of bed, but I have to get my dog out of bed and get her outside. She is not a morning person. I put her outside, start the coffee pot, and make my oatmeal. I let the dog in, she goes back to bed while I eat my oatmeal and pour my coffee over 2 ice cubes so it is easy to drink and I don't burn all the taste buds off my tongue. While sipping on my coffee, I get dressed into my athletic, Speedo brand swimsuit and throw on shorts and a tank over it, then quickly chug the rest of my coffee so I can brush my teeth.
5:45am I grab my stuff and run out the door into darkness. I listen to the radio for the traffic to see which route I will be taking into the city. I decide the interstate will work, I will deal with the traffic.
6:10am Who else is there to talk to in the morning than people from the other side of the world? This is one of the only times I can talk to my Australian friend. We try to call each other once a week even if only ten minutes. I love this time.
6:40am I arrive at the gym. I call my mom real quick to tell her everything I need to tell her.
6:50am Finish getting ready for the pool in the locker room.
7:00am Enter the room with the indoor pool. I throw my hair up, put my earplugs in, and goggles on. Sit on the edge of the shallow end, with my toes dipped in. The enter all the way into the pool. It is cool. I warm up by swimming two laps free style slowly. I then stretch a bit. It is now time to hit the swimming hard. I take a sit of my Gatorade. I kick off the end and start my freestyle to one end and back. Then back stroke one end and back twice. Then breast stroke one end and back. Back stroke one end and back. Time for stretch break. I feel my shoulder muscles aching so much at this point. I know I do not have full range of motion in my strokes from previous should surgery. The next four laps will be working the legs only. I start my way down the pool kicking as hard and fast as I can without any use of my arms to propel my forward. I feel the burn in my legs. Time for some Gatorade and one for stretching break. I swim several more laps at a moderate pace without a notice of the outside world. Just focusing on my breathing, my muscles, and sore joints. Going back and forth and switching stokes at the end of each lap to eliminate some joint pain. I stop for a few seconds. Then take one slow freestyle lap to cool down my muscles.
7:40am I exit the pool and enter the hot-tub immediately. I stretch all my muscles once more in the heat before showering.
7:45 Shower and get ready for work.Then head over to work for a productive day.
I hope to eliminate that snooze or at least one of them. I hope to not only improve my swimming, by improving my speed, my endurance, and stoke, but to add on to it by adding another exercise element somewhere in there in the morning or maybe the afternoon. One step and lap at a time though.
Monday, March 14, 2016
Spring Break 2016
3/14/2016
It's been awhile but here I am. Last week was Spring Break at the University I work at. I have Friday's off so I got an extended week. Someone said, "We are a culmination of our experiences, so go out and experience. Don't be stagnant and boring." I thought I would give a detailed break down of my Spring Break.
Friday 3/04: I stayed at my parents house that day. I woke up early and took Cooper to get groomed. He wasn't happy at all to be dropped off but was thrilled to be picked up. I also ventured around town by going to the bank, going to Walmart to buy everything I might need for my hiking first-aid kit (more to come on the hiking story), and Taco Bell. For dinner, we went to a local restaurant called Joe's. I ordered a pancake since I can't eat meat on Friday's during lent. It was horrible. You could taste that the cooked it on the same grill that they cooked their "fish special" on, without cleaning the grill first. I guess that is what I get for not ordering the fish.
Wednesday 3/09: Another day at the clinic. Our clinic has started a weight loss challenge. I submitted my weight and made a plan to lose some of it. We shall see how that goes. During the lunch hour, I go to the gym and walk on the tredmill at in incline for 30min, I run a few other errands. Back to the clinic in for a late night. Then I venture home, which take 2 hours due to pouring down rain and flooding.
Thursday 3/10: I wait for some shower glass installer to come and go twice to make measurements. I guess because they say, "measure twice cut once." Then I venture out into the pouring rain once again to go meet Olivia at Houston's restaurant. The chicken and Kale salad was delicious. To make things even more healthier, I went to Whole Foods with her next door. All health concerns went out the door when I saw the gelato and memories of Italy flooded my mind and I had to have some. I had to get somewhere quick because the sky opened up, and roads were closing by the hour due to flooding. Back to Brandon's house I go. I sadly had to miss the Gilmore Girls tournament due to weather conditions, but James and I will make our own, because I love that show.
Friday 3/11: It started out as another day watching the food network but then I went to several banks to do banking stuff, then I met my brother on his lunch break at Walgreens to give him gifts for Ellie. My baby girl who turned 4 that day. She got peanut butter (the only people food she can eat) and some treats. I then drive around town a bit to see some of the flooding of the Wolfe River and notice all the wild life displaced by the flooding, yet they are still having fun playing in the water. I go downtown with Brandon and we should have gone to the Grizzlies game that we had tickets too, but we stayed on Beale. We first visited Topper at Jerry Lee's then we went over to Dyer's, where I ate a deep friend PB&J (only in the south.) Then due to me drinking a lot of Miralax for the past two days, I HAD to go home then. If you don't know what I 'm talking about, then google Miralax.
Saturday 3/12: A day off from the clinic. I wake up and make Brandon breakfast in bed. Scrambled eggs with diced ham and toast. We then spend the whole day shopping for stuff for our hiking trip. We first go to Academy Sports. We buy some pads to sleep on and a few other small things to make life on the trail easier. Then we tried to go to target. We made it in the door and picked up a couple of items but it was too busy, so we left without our items. Next stop was Sports Authority which is going out of business. Brandon bought some clothes at a great price. Finally, we went to Bass Pro Shop. We both bought clothes and water reservoirs. We feel a lot better about having at least the essentials for our hiking needs. We then went to my brother's house and ate some BBQ and hung out with the birthday girl.
Sunday 3/13: We sprung forward and hour. Brandon and I went to eat at IHOP. I once again got a ham and cheese omelet. I then went to clean the warehouse. Back at his house, we tried some dehydrated meals we bought during out shopping adventures the day prior because it is better to know now, when you have more food options than when you are in the middle on nowhere and you don't have anything but that as an option to eat. I must say, what we tried wasn't that bad. We ordered more online along with some other things from REI.com (I think this is my new addiction.) We then watched The Walking Dead (good episode). Then we had tornado warnings and I thought, "oh no, we ate the emergency supply food for dinner before the emergency." There wasn't any tornadoes. Crisis adverted.
That was my Spring Break. The end.
It's been awhile but here I am. Last week was Spring Break at the University I work at. I have Friday's off so I got an extended week. Someone said, "We are a culmination of our experiences, so go out and experience. Don't be stagnant and boring." I thought I would give a detailed break down of my Spring Break.
Friday 3/04: I stayed at my parents house that day. I woke up early and took Cooper to get groomed. He wasn't happy at all to be dropped off but was thrilled to be picked up. I also ventured around town by going to the bank, going to Walmart to buy everything I might need for my hiking first-aid kit (more to come on the hiking story), and Taco Bell. For dinner, we went to a local restaurant called Joe's. I ordered a pancake since I can't eat meat on Friday's during lent. It was horrible. You could taste that the cooked it on the same grill that they cooked their "fish special" on, without cleaning the grill first. I guess that is what I get for not ordering the fish.
"Cooper all Groomed"
Saturday 3/05: I do have another job that wasn't quite on break yet. I went in to work a long day at the clinic. In the middle of sedations, I was plagued with a migraine. I took my migraine medicine as soon as possible along with some Tylenol, and it eventually went away. Thankfully, I had my medicine on me or I would have another week of headaches. We ate some good One and Only BBQ for lunch and our day didn't turn out to be as long as we thought it would be and we left at a decent hour. After work, my boyfriend and I watched the UFC fights and I called all of them correctly except the last one where I predicted McGregor to win.
Sunday 3/06: This is the day I should have gone to clean the warehouse, but I wasn't feeling it due to the migraine the day before. The medicine make me want to sleep due to a drop in blood pressure. So I stayed at my boyfriends house that day. He grilled out some steaks while I cooked some green beans and baked beans. Being a man, and not listening to my grilling advice, my streak didn't come out a perfect medium rare. (Future grilling tips: place steak on grill for 4min, then flip and cook for additional 3min. Do not keep flipping it every min.) We then watched The Walking Dead while eating a S'mores dip.
"S'mores Dip"
Monday 3/07: I stayed in bed most of this day watching the food network channel because why not? I then cleaned the warehouse and went home. The day was uneventful yet great, because we all need a boring day in our lives.
Tuesday 3/08: I wake up at 5:15 am, this is very early for me. I get dressed and drink some coffee so I can go to work with my dad. Today's "work load" required him to fly to Winterhaven, Florida for a meeting. I could have sat at home all day, but I figured why not sit on a private jet then in the sun for a few hours before we face days of rain? I had lunch with the pilots and ate a ham and cheese omelet.
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| "Sitting in the Sun" |
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| "Palm trees and the Jet" |
Thursday 3/10: I wait for some shower glass installer to come and go twice to make measurements. I guess because they say, "measure twice cut once." Then I venture out into the pouring rain once again to go meet Olivia at Houston's restaurant. The chicken and Kale salad was delicious. To make things even more healthier, I went to Whole Foods with her next door. All health concerns went out the door when I saw the gelato and memories of Italy flooded my mind and I had to have some. I had to get somewhere quick because the sky opened up, and roads were closing by the hour due to flooding. Back to Brandon's house I go. I sadly had to miss the Gilmore Girls tournament due to weather conditions, but James and I will make our own, because I love that show.
Friday 3/11: It started out as another day watching the food network but then I went to several banks to do banking stuff, then I met my brother on his lunch break at Walgreens to give him gifts for Ellie. My baby girl who turned 4 that day. She got peanut butter (the only people food she can eat) and some treats. I then drive around town a bit to see some of the flooding of the Wolfe River and notice all the wild life displaced by the flooding, yet they are still having fun playing in the water. I go downtown with Brandon and we should have gone to the Grizzlies game that we had tickets too, but we stayed on Beale. We first visited Topper at Jerry Lee's then we went over to Dyer's, where I ate a deep friend PB&J (only in the south.) Then due to me drinking a lot of Miralax for the past two days, I HAD to go home then. If you don't know what I 'm talking about, then google Miralax.
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| "Ellie as a Puppy" |
Saturday 3/12: A day off from the clinic. I wake up and make Brandon breakfast in bed. Scrambled eggs with diced ham and toast. We then spend the whole day shopping for stuff for our hiking trip. We first go to Academy Sports. We buy some pads to sleep on and a few other small things to make life on the trail easier. Then we tried to go to target. We made it in the door and picked up a couple of items but it was too busy, so we left without our items. Next stop was Sports Authority which is going out of business. Brandon bought some clothes at a great price. Finally, we went to Bass Pro Shop. We both bought clothes and water reservoirs. We feel a lot better about having at least the essentials for our hiking needs. We then went to my brother's house and ate some BBQ and hung out with the birthday girl.
Sunday 3/13: We sprung forward and hour. Brandon and I went to eat at IHOP. I once again got a ham and cheese omelet. I then went to clean the warehouse. Back at his house, we tried some dehydrated meals we bought during out shopping adventures the day prior because it is better to know now, when you have more food options than when you are in the middle on nowhere and you don't have anything but that as an option to eat. I must say, what we tried wasn't that bad. We ordered more online along with some other things from REI.com (I think this is my new addiction.) We then watched The Walking Dead (good episode). Then we had tornado warnings and I thought, "oh no, we ate the emergency supply food for dinner before the emergency." There wasn't any tornadoes. Crisis adverted.
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| "Dehydrated Food" |
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