Showing posts with label Sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sick. Show all posts
Jun 15, 2010
I'm a poopy face.
I feel like shit. Allergies. Migraine. and my back is killing me.. which is probably the suspected endometriosis. ay yi yi. I would like to say, however, that I'm seriously getting into shape. I mean, my biceps are impressive... If only my triceps matched them....
Jun 1, 2010
A Lessen Learned... The Hard Way
Let me start out by saying, when medications come with warnings that say such things as "Taking this medicine alone or with alcohol may lessen your ability to drive or preform hazardous tasks," what they really mean is, "If you're gonna drink, prepare to be TRASHED... and then beg for death."
This was my weekend. I thought I was going to the Indianapolis 500 to enjoy festivities. I thought it would be a fun time, a new experience (I'd never been) and plus, My boyfriend got free tickets through his work.
We went up Saturday afternoon. We got through traffic and whatnot at about 6 and met up with his friends from work. We intended to stay the night, walk around, and watch about half of the race the next day. Unfortunately, about 6 hours and 4 16oz beers later, I was curled up in the back seat of my car with a plastic sack on the floorboard full of vomit. (Someone had so thoughtfully grilled me a delicious steak, and even through my drunkeness, I couldn't be rude and turn it down). Oh yes, steak and beer vomit. It was horrid.
I would also like to emphasize what an OUTSTANDING impression I made on Eric's colleagues, most of whom I had never before met. So they either thought I am a total lush, or I just can't handle my alcohol. Not to mention I'm sure it reflected marvelously on Eric. Luckily, he did a little explaining of the circumstances concerning my anxiety and my new medication, and they were understanding and forgiving. Thank god. I felt like a complete ass. And we had to leave early.
Thankfully, by the time we arrived safely at home, I had long-since successfully evacuated all the contents of my stomach (and then some), had a chance to sleep it off, hydrate with some water, and I actually felt well enough to shower and eat some Wheat Thins without yacking some more.
Moral of the story, I will NOT drink like that again. 64 oz of beer might not seem like a lot, but considering all the factors, including the fact I'm only 5'2", 115 lbs, I'm thinking it was about 50oz too many. Lessen learned. But I ruined what was potentially going to be a really great weekend. Go me.
Here's to hoping your weekend was better than mine...
This was my weekend. I thought I was going to the Indianapolis 500 to enjoy festivities. I thought it would be a fun time, a new experience (I'd never been) and plus, My boyfriend got free tickets through his work.
We went up Saturday afternoon. We got through traffic and whatnot at about 6 and met up with his friends from work. We intended to stay the night, walk around, and watch about half of the race the next day. Unfortunately, about 6 hours and 4 16oz beers later, I was curled up in the back seat of my car with a plastic sack on the floorboard full of vomit. (Someone had so thoughtfully grilled me a delicious steak, and even through my drunkeness, I couldn't be rude and turn it down). Oh yes, steak and beer vomit. It was horrid.
I would also like to emphasize what an OUTSTANDING impression I made on Eric's colleagues, most of whom I had never before met. So they either thought I am a total lush, or I just can't handle my alcohol. Not to mention I'm sure it reflected marvelously on Eric. Luckily, he did a little explaining of the circumstances concerning my anxiety and my new medication, and they were understanding and forgiving. Thank god. I felt like a complete ass. And we had to leave early.
Thankfully, by the time we arrived safely at home, I had long-since successfully evacuated all the contents of my stomach (and then some), had a chance to sleep it off, hydrate with some water, and I actually felt well enough to shower and eat some Wheat Thins without yacking some more.
Moral of the story, I will NOT drink like that again. 64 oz of beer might not seem like a lot, but considering all the factors, including the fact I'm only 5'2", 115 lbs, I'm thinking it was about 50oz too many. Lessen learned. But I ruined what was potentially going to be a really great weekend. Go me.
Here's to hoping your weekend was better than mine...
May 7, 2010
Dog puke and my book choice
Ok, so yesterday I had a bit of bad luck. My furbaby, Barlee, is a very good girl; so good in fact, we don't ever have to kennel her when we're at work. However, my sweet baby dog has been known to have a sensitive tummy, and sometimes... she throws up. Ok, I know it's disgusting, but yesterday, I was in a huge hurry trying to get some important things accomplished over my lunch break (it's SO inconvenient that places are open "normal business hours.. what happens when you work those "normal business hours"?- when can you get anything accomplished? But, I'll save that for another time). So I run home to grab the receipt I needed, and I see the huge pile of dog sick in the middle of our living room carpet. YUCK. I didn't know one dog could house so much bile. So, I start cleaning it up, and ever-so coincidentally, I run out carpet cleaner. Long story short, I had to wait till I got off work, ran my other errands, and got back home (which by this time it was about 8:30p) to spend about 45 minutes trying to get the stain out of the carpet. My efforts we're pretty successful, you'd have a hard time finding the spot, thank goodness.
Yesterday I said I'd be buying a book. Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella (who wrote the Shopaholic books, maybe you've heard) was one that I hesitantly mentioned because once I get there ALL bets are off. Well, because of a time crunch, I didn't allow myself to peruse. If you've ever seen the tv show Samantha Who? (which was, unfortunately, cancelled), the story line seems to be pretty similar. So the premise of the book is a 28 year-old woman wakes up in a hospital after an accident she doesn't remember. She also remembers nothings of the past 3 years, and learns how drastically her life has changed. She is trying to figure out who she is, who she was, and who she wants to be. I am VERY excited to start this today!
Yesterday I said I'd be buying a book. Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella (who wrote the Shopaholic books, maybe you've heard) was one that I hesitantly mentioned because once I get there ALL bets are off. Well, because of a time crunch, I didn't allow myself to peruse. If you've ever seen the tv show Samantha Who? (which was, unfortunately, cancelled), the story line seems to be pretty similar. So the premise of the book is a 28 year-old woman wakes up in a hospital after an accident she doesn't remember. She also remembers nothings of the past 3 years, and learns how drastically her life has changed. She is trying to figure out who she is, who she was, and who she wants to be. I am VERY excited to start this today!
