It's starting! It's the zombie apocolyse!!
I knew it! I knew this day would come. I can’t wait to tell B, plus I need him to go buy a gun with/for me… maybe he should be in charge of the gun, I would hate to accidentally shot a non-zombie…
And the beat goes on
Right around the time that I graduated college and started working full time, I started getting migraines. Lots of migraines, like 3 or 4 a week (more during that time of the month). For those of you that are lucky enough to never have experienced a migraine (lucky bi@#*es) it’s kind of like feeling motion sickness, depression, blindness, and suddenly having every single one of your senses extremely heightened all at once…and of course your head hurts… basically you feel an overwhelming urge to smash your head into a brick wall because at least that would knock you unconscious for a little while.
My GP referred me out to an optometrist, a neurologist, an ob-gyn, and an endocrinologist…. And amazingly the six of us have managed to negotiate a truce with my head. Not all of the time, but much more so than five years ago. One very specific thing that my neurologist did for me was establish a set regime of medication for me (no Excedrin, ibuprofen and other over-the-counters less than twice a week, and a daily dose of prescription meds.) this was likely one of the biggest factors in causing everything in my head to stop spinning. This particular medicine (like pretty much every other medicine) had a special set of side effects. My feet and hands would randomly “tingle”, my short term memory became… wait, what was I saying? and I almost immediately lost 20 pounds. I know the last one sounds appealing, but having your cloths suddenly all be two sizes too big is just as annoying as having them be too small. And I hear it’s not generally considered healthy to lose 20 pounds in one month.
Fast forward to this year. Sometime this February, I decided to stop taking my prescription for migraines. I didn’t say anything to anyone about it at the time, because I felt like I would jinx myself into having a migraine again. My reasons were pretty simple, it can be very stressful when you have to take a daily drug, to know that if you don’t, you’re going to get a migraine. I didn’t want to have to depend on it that way any longer. I also hadn’t had a really serious headache in over a year (I’ve decided that hang overs don’t count). So I wanted to see if I could keep up the streak on my own. It’s the end of May now, and other than a couple of small incidences (which Excedrin took care of) everything seems to be okay. My hands don’t randomly fall asleep anymore, and I don’t feel quite so … medicated all the time. Unfortunately, remember those 20 pounds I lost? Ten of them have made a recent return appearance.
So I guess I’m back to having to work for my metabolism, just like everyone else. I’m trying really hard to eat better, but that just kind of sucks. I’m hoping that if I can get back into a more regular physical routine, and balance that with (moderate) healthy eating, that I’ll start seeing some results. I’m also open to suggestions? From everyone…
So, first of all: I learned today that I still hate the dentist. I mean, I like the actual dentist, he’s a really nice guy and he practically holds my hand while he’s sticking a needle in my mouth, so there’s that. But I hate the idea of the dentist, and the fact that I couldn’t feel my face for most of the afternoon, and that now that I can feel my face, I can also feel how sore my teeth are now. And I’m always sure that he did something wrong, because I think my teeth are supposed to feel the exact same way they did before I had part of one tooth drilled out. And *duh* part of my tooth was just removed from my head, of course it’s going to feel different.
Anyway, here’s a really cute cat video, because I haven’t put up anything cat related lately… like for at least a week.
(Source: youtube.com)
Happy Memorial Day Weekend
Please forgive me if this is written poorly, but I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open as I write this. B surprised me with a weekend in Vail this week - and by surprise, I mean that he told me two weeks ago, because there is no way either of us could have kept the weekend open with no plans otherwise. But we both managed to keep Saturday and Sunday free and headed for the mountains.
Right? This is heading towards the entrance of our hotel. Apparently the high country has two off-seasons: spring (April-June) and fall (October-November)… I was only aware of the one between summer and winter, and during this time, all the hotels and restaurants are super affordable. So we spent two days hiking, swimming, hot tubing, walking around Vail, and then more hiking, and more swimming.
*What are men to rocks and mountains?*
We hiked up to an amazing waterfall on Sunday. The biggest fall didn’t have a direct view of it, so B leaned over the edge of the cliff and held my camera over the edge, and I held on to his shirt so that he could take this picture, although it doesn’t do the fall justice:
It’s a looong way down. That little stream you see over to the top-left? That’s not little, it the creek at the bottom of the valley.
After a short sleep Sunday night, we were up early again and headed to Boulder for the Bolder Boulder. Out of the four people in our group, I was the only one that had run it before, so it was very entertaining watching them experience it for the first time.
Thanks to a friend on facebook, we learned there was a fantastic cupcake shop nearby that sells chocolate bacon cupcakes, so we walked there after the race and bought these little beauties:
*Why, yes, that IS bacon on a cupcake.*
Guess how many are left. Actually, don’t…
All in all, a crazy whirlwind, fantastic weekend. I’m just trying not to think about going to work tomorrow, but since it’s only a four-day week (and then a week of vacation) so at the moment I’m not too down about it.
Waiting for room service to bring me breakfast foods… I love long weekends.
Today, my work sent 20 employees to the baseball game. They do this every month of every summer, always have. It was an extremely slow day at work (I was getting more crocheting done than actual work) so I volunteered/asked to go to the Rockies game. Let me say, leaving work in the middle of the day is always stressful when you work in a sales job. You’re literally taking yourself out of a situation that your income depends on. This is why sales people are so high strung. And if today hadn’t been so slow, I would never have left willingly… but it was one of those days where being at work just makes you want to scream/cry/pull your hair out. Am I the only one that feels this way? Probably. Even though my supervisor “punished” me for leaving early by giving away some of my accounts when that really wasn’t necessary, I’m extremely glad that I went. Sometimes two hours off when you should be working is worth more than an entire weekend off.
On to happier and less wallow-y subjects. Yesterday, B and I went to 9th door (the site of our first date) and then to dollar taco night at Crocs. Then we went to see Wicked, which, I must say, was every bit as fantastic as everyone is saying it is.
To help lighten up what has been a very long day today, B decided to try Smitten Kitchen’s recipe for melty cheese croutons and made this delicious salad for dinner (I’m just a little bit proud that I turned him on to SK, and that he’s used recipes several times from there already):
It was delicious.
Sometimes you just have to leave work early and go to the baseball game.
