Wednesday, October 08, 2014
To preface, I have an immediate supervisor, a boss (boss of both of us, but I used to answer directly to him, so I always still keep him in the loop), my payroll person (who is also a work friend), and a co-worker who is friends with my dad and I just like to let him know stuff. And now the email, subject line: In an effort to keep you all amused
Long version: I’d like to introduce you all to Spot, as in “Out damn spot,” words spoken so well by Lady Macbeth. Spot is a tick, you’re average regular NOT deer tick.
I was having a rather pleasant afternoon putting off doing the dishes and laundry when all of the sudden, there was shooting pain in my left knee. Not the knee exactly, but sort of this weird radiating stabbing, shooting pain. My first thoughts of course, were (editing for your delicate eyes).. “Duck! How the Hell am I going to outrun zombies on the 25th if I can’t even walk in my house without killing my knees?” So I continued to mutter assorted swear words while I loaded the dishes and then it really freaking hurt a lot. So I decided to see if it was swollen. And well, that is how I found Spot.
Doing what any normal sane person might, I proceeded to search how to remove this little beast. All the while, the pain getting more sharp and I getting more queasy because quite frankly, it looked like a spider in slow motion. Like he was maybe a zombie.
I poured rubbing alcohol on him, apparently with the idea of getting him drunk so he’d loosen his grip or at least stop burrowing. To no avail. He was at this point, pretty deep and now I wanted my mommy. So I called her and she came home to help. Or to do surgery. In any case, when I plucked him out one leg at a time, I made my first discovery. He’s not an insect. He’s a freaking arachnid. AKA – the same thing as a spider. I tried to remain calm, but then I started noticing he’d gotten a bit more, um poufy. And I managed to sort of squish him as I got *most* of him out. I think I got the head because I also managed to pull a decent sized piece of my flesh with it.
But see, there is this one teensy tiny black piece and well, Rick would like very much for someone with more medical training than my mother, to check it out. So I said I’d call the DR back this morning.
Short version of the story: I may or may not need to leave for a DR appointment today. I’ll use time bank.
Friday, September 26, 2014
Not so much a check list. I'm just trying to gage where I've timed in the 3 5k's I've run so I can make a realistic goal for the zombie run next month.
The first one ever, was post injury and honestly, I am very proud of my time on that one. It also happens to be the best one to date. 37:14. I was the 95th female and the 167th overall.
I don't have a photo of me for the 2nd 5k, but it was the kid's first 5k and there was a lot of me walking backwards trying to spur him on. He was so worried I'd beat his time, that he literally tugged my hand back. My time is not an accurate one to what I could've done if he hadn't been with me. I like that people thought I was just being nice and staying with my kid though. Truth be told, when he sprinted, he could do it for longer. This is the kid.
His time was 45:59 and mine was 46:00. Still I was the 76th female and the 133rd overall this time. The kid was the 57th male and 132nd overall.
The most recent one... It was hot and sunny. I wore black. And a mask. There were no water stops. Not real water stops in any case. Fortunately, a home on the route had cups of water. I told them they were all my favorite people.
My time on this race was an unimpressive 40:51 and 216th place (don't have the female ranks).
So I suppose with the one coming up, assuming I keep training and don't kill my knees again, I think trying to beat my best time is the goal. Which means I really want to try to get something 37:00 minutes.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
The issue with the orthodontist/surgeon was more of a weight on my mood that I think I realized. I knew I was incredibly frustrated, but I didn't see how much that frustration pulled me down until some of it lifted.
Quick background for those unfamiliar - I've needed jaw surgery for a while and I have all sorts of reasons or excuses why (at one point I didn't have insurance and that really is a valid reason, the rest are really excuses because I'm terrified about the prospect of surgery).
In March, I had my most recent adjustment with the braces. I went back to the orthodontist about 5-6 weeks later for new x-rays, mold of my teeth, etc so the surgeon could see if I was ready for surgery. He felt I was close, but not quite there and the 2 doctors were going to speak about what needed to be done. The surgeon said he could do surgery in the summer if I had time issues, but it would be far more involved and the recovery time would be longer as well. It would have been both upper and lower jaw rather than just the lower jaw. I said if I'm that close, let's just wait. And wait I have. I have 5 pages of phone logs of me calling the two offices back and forth.
Last week I more of less through a hissy fit in the orthodontist's office. I honestly think for a lot of reasons, he is the problem. But he is paid up front and I can't really switch. That means the only thing I can change in the equation, is the surgeon even though I really liked him and felt as comfortable as I think I could. I said I was done and since they couldn't seem to communicate, then refer me to another surgeon. The orthodontist started to back peddle which to me is more "proof" the issue is on his end.
O: But he's the best.
Me: Doesn't do me any good if I never have surgery.
O: There is no one else in the area I could recommend.
Me: Fine, I travel to get here. I live in X, work in Y. Anyone out that way?
He got me the contact info and when I got back to work, I called the surgeon and explained the whole thing. I said I wouldn't do anything until Wednesday. If they talked before then, great. If not, I move on. Wednesday morning I called the new surgeon and left a message. No return call. Great. Totally blew my mood. Everything I have no control in got bigger in my eyes and I was done. Just done. Don't want to play anymore. DONE.
And then, the phone rang at about 5:45. A miracle! The orthodontist and the surgeon spoke and came up with a plan! I go to the orthodontist today for the first adjustment in many months! And I am happy. It's like a huge weight has been lifted and I can't believe how it has changed my perspective. So, so happy.
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