Check out this old Isuzu ad on the Best Week Ever site.
I love the song. It makes me happy.
As an aside, my coworker asked me today how I was doing. “Itchy,” I replied. “Why? You fucking won that $100 gift card yesterday?” “ITCHY, not BITCHY” “Oh yeah, you’re totally NOT bitchy.”
Sigh.

One three-and-a-half-hour long nap. I woke up about 7:30 p.m. and was totally disoriented. I thought, for a moment, that it was 7:30 a.m. It was very freaky. I would make an awesome junkie — two Benadryls are all I need to totally flip out. Sigh.
I called my parents today and my dad answered. I told him about the penicillin thing, and he said, “Well, I’m not surprised. I’m allergic to penicillin.” WTF? Am I Mini Dad? I’m not really sure what his point was, as he didn’t develop an allergy until he was over 40. Then he pointed out that his brother — his IDENTICAL TWIN brother — also is allergic. Okay, that’s WAY less surprising than me having an allergy too. So I gave up on that conversation and called my mom, who was at work at my cousin’s store. I told my mom that I think stress is playing a part in this (more on that later) and she asked if I wanted to stay with them for a few weeks to recuperate.
Oh. My. God.
How would this diminish my stress? Taking two weeks off of work at my busiest time, driving the cats 5 hours (or worse, boarding them and worrying about them for two weeks), and spending my time at a house where I don’t even have a bedroom!!! Ummm no thanks. It was a nice offer though. I guess.
Ok. About the stress. I rarely get sick, but when it’s spectacular like this, stress usually is behind it. In late January-early February, I had an epic sinus infection but that followed a period of intense personal and professional stress, coupled with not eating due to the stress. Now, I’m not so sure. Work must be affecting me more than I thought. My personal life is alright, except for all of the ex-husband shit as of late. Hmm. That probably has something to do with it. There’s a reason why I can’t recover from this, why my body is reacting so strongly …
I know you are desperate to know what today’s health-related crisis was.
Wonder Twin powers activate! Form of: An allergic reaction!
I woke up this morning and took a shower, per usual. I was drying off and noticed my skin looked a little pink. Once I had my contacts in, I realized that my skin wasn’t just pink, it was bumpy. And then it started to itch. My chest and arms were covered in red bumps. I took a benadryl and continued to get ready as I waited for the dr’s office to open. I was more concerned, actually, that the reaction was a result of last night’s PF Chang’s as opposed to my antibiotic. I couldn’t take as much benadryl as I needed to because I would have fallen asleep standing up during my last day of meetings. As the day progressed, so did the rash — first to my back, then to my legs. I took two benadryl when I got home so I should be falling asleep within the next 20 minutes or so.
The best part? I have a NEW antibiotic to take for the next 10 day. Yaaaaay!
Today one of the sessions at my never-ending week o’ meetings started off with the presenter speaking in rapid-fire Spanish, to give us the experience that people who don’t speak English may have.
I fricking understood her entire speech.
Four years of h.s. Espanol plus one year of study en la universidad at the 200 level 10 years ago, and all of a sudden I’m kicking ass! She asked a question and I not only knew what she said, I was able to answer her question. Ok, the answer was in English, but that’s what she asked for. I spent the majority of the remaining 25 minutes ignoring the presentation/discussion and wondering why I can’t do anything useful with my Spanish, like affect a decent accent when I order at the local Mexican place.
I guess yelling at my coworker that she was “en fuego” after she did well at darts the other night flipped the English-Espanol switch in my brain. Or maybe today was just my Rainman moment for the month.
Oh, in case you were wondering, each ass cheek is bruised in three places from my two mega shots. If it wasn’t my ass, I’d post a photo. I also have a big bruise on my right arm from the aborted IV attempt. Yay, modern medicine.
I have made it through two days of meetings this week. It has been two loooong days. Both days started at 8:30 a.m. and didn’t end after 9 p.m.
I ran into a former colleague today. Her father passed away recently, and I struggled with what to write to her. I wanted to send more than just a sympathy card, so I wrote a personal note on my cute little notecards, and included a Bible verse that always has brought me comfort. It was my grandmother’s favorite and I included it on the memorial cards I designed for her service (Isaiah 40:31 — but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.).
B. told me today that she received my card the day after the funeral, and she had, in fact, read that exact same verse as part of her eulogy. How amazing is that? Then she told me that mine was the most meaningful card she received because it was so much more than a signature on a Hallmark card. I’m aware of how boorish it sounds to be pleased with doing something that is just the right thing to do, but it was really nice to hear that something I wrote from my heart affected the recipient so much.
I am not a religious person — I’ve never really “gotten” it — but when something happens, like two people in different states choosing the exact same verse out of thousands in the Bible, well, they say there are no coincidences. It was just a neat little to thing to happen in light of her personal tragedy.
Or not.
This is what my week looks like:
Monday:
- Meetings from 8:30 a.m. until 5 p.m.
- Drive 25 minutes for dinner.
- Mandatory team dinner.
Tuesday:
- Meetings from 8:30 to 4:30
- Mandatory speech/reception/dinner — until 9 p.m.
Wednesday:
- Meetings from 8:30 to 5:15
- “Optional” evening event until 9:30.
Thursday:
- Meetings from 8:30 to 3 p.m. — including a 90-minute presentation by Miss Monique.
Yes, that’s right, I have to do a fucking 90-minute presentation. I’m looking at it as my annual fuck-you, I’m-capable-of-doing-so-much-fucking-more-than-you-let-me-in-this-job extravaganza. Speaking of, I applied for a few jobs this morning. It’s kind of a pisser, because most positions are looking for candidates with 2-5 years of experience and pay accordingly. I have over 10 years of professional experience. (The thought that I have been out of college for more than 10 years makes me shudder.)
On the health front, I’m only half of a train wreck now. The CT scan showed no abscess, thank God, only severe tonsillitis. The fours hours of suffering from a sore ass was worth it, I guess, as I woke up Saturday with minimal throat pain (although my ass is bruised at the injection site, as are both of my arms from the IVs). My voice is almost back to normal, although now it’s at that throaty, sexy hoarse stage, no longer froggy. My neck still is lumpy and bumpy, so I’ll go back to the doctor tomorrow about that. I am pretty weak and tired. I pretty much keeled over today and crashed for a 2-hour nap. I had no choice — the tiredness hit me like a wave. At least if this week gets to be too much, I can crash in a colleague’s hotel room for a nap — the powers-that-be can just deal. If not, I’ll oh-so-dramatically cough on them. ; )
I totally stole that from someone’s blog, I just can’t remember which one.
Anyway I am too lazy to constantly add the blogs I like to read to my blogroll. So here’s a link to my Bloglines subscriptions.
Enjoy!
Added later Saturday: Thanks to Mr. Fab, who kindly pointed out I could just add the Bloglines code to my sidebar, all of the blogs I read are there. I also got rid of the “Rent My Blog” code. Stupid BlogExplosion. I feel so knowledgeable! Of course this was all after copying the code, e-mailing it to myself so I had a safe copy and redoing it all about 3 times. Yay me.
Yesterday was my coworker Dan’s last day at our job. He was a short-timer, hired in November, quit in August. Bah.
I will be so bored at work now without him. Although our cubicles were only 10′ apart, we used our company’s IM product to (a) talk about coworkers, (b) comment on political news as it arose and (c) talk about coworkers.
He was like the brother … well, okay, I have a brother, but he lives 5 hours away. When I was mopey after a break-up, Dan tried to entertain me by randomly spouting off Chuck Norris “facts.” He had an insatiable need to stretch whenever he came to my cube. He also liked to rub his beard against my cube wall. Kinda weird, but I got used to it. His car spouts a refreshing cool mist when the a/c is on. And he is one of the few people who regularly uses words that I don’t understand.
Sigh. Can you believe someone would leave corporate America for a job with a public library system? Bah. And that someone could actually earn more money doing so? Bah.
Good luck. And remember, there is no fear. There is only Chuck Norris.
Y’all know I am all for safe sex. I would think that a dress made of prophylactics may be the best birth control yet.

I went into work today, gleefully returning to the world of people.
Talk, talk, talk — I couldn’t stop talking! It was wonderful.
Then my dr’s nurse called.
Da da da dummmmmm
She strong-armed me into coming back in to see the doctor and set an appointment approximately 45 minutes later. Yay, great. So once I got there, I was poked in the finger for a mono test. Negative. Then — oh the indignity! — I had to drop my drawers (thank God I wore good underwear), bend over the exam table and take a SHOT IN THE ASS.
It hurt like a motherfucker.
In fact, it still hurts.
Then, I had to book it — sitting on my sore ass, of course — to a CT scan appointment. I had roughly 20 minutes for a drive that usually takes that long, if not longer. I made it on time, only to find out that the latest round of medical fun would involve an iodine IV. That made for 3 (well, 4 if you count the two attempts at starting the IV) pricks of the needle in roughly an hour.
The CT scan was a breeze after the needle in my ass. The iodine felt warm and gooey, and I could feel it spreading throughout the left side of my body. Kind of cozy!
So now I’m waiting to hear back from the doctor about the CT scan. I don’t know if he’ll call tonight, this weekend or Monday. I’m just hoping it’s not an abscess, or if it is, the super-duper ass shot does its thing — because the last thing I want is a NEEDLE IN MY NECK to drain the abscess. Eww eww eww. I want to faint thinking about it.
Yay, another, oh, 48 hours on the couch for me this weekend. Hot damn.
As my mother pointed out, all of this shit happened when I started trying to be healthy (I haven’t felt right since the disastrous six-mile walk a few weeks ago). I should take up smoking or something, just to counteract all of this shit. Sigh. Maybe I’ll just eat something from DQ this weekend. But that would involve ordering with my froggy voice. Damn it all. Maybe I’ll just keep on with my popsicles. Ooh, the excitement of my life!!!