Random things I found in Alicias House…

This was in their bathroom.

This morning the power was half on half off at work. My computer was the only one that was working, GO ME!

Today has been one of those days where its sunny out and everyones happy and people are coming in and out of the office and everyone is chatting and its actually been fun. Like a casual day at the office. Its refreshing. I also found out some exciting news that will be taking place in September but I don’t want to spill the beans just yet because I don’t know exactly what the beans include. It does however, involve some traveling with work so I am looking forward to finalizing the details! If it does pan out it will look like I will be adding a new job description to my name!

So much productivity today. I knocked a bunch of different things off my check list and have organized tomorrow nicely. It feels so good to get stuff done and actually have work on my plate. We have been doing an awesome job of spring cleaning in the office and it makes me excited with glee because so much of this stuff is old and falling apart and covered in 3 inches of dust, and even though a lot of the stuff has nothing to do with me, its nice to walk through the warehouse and see everything clean and organized. Alicia new photo room is coming along nicely as well and I can’t wait to get in there and have some fun. Looks like we are going to have a stage to work with too!

Chads magic Benadryl did nothing for me last night which maybe means that I don’t have allergies and am instead a whiney baby who can’t deal with a plugged nose. The breathing part has been better today but I’m not home free just yet.

Dinner at Mamas tonight. YAY!

Ok, thats all the time I have for today.

So this weekend I was sick, or I think I was, or I’m just not sure what the hell is going on. I woke up Saturday morning with a dripping nose. Chad suggested allergies to which I replied “WTH I’m not allergic to things”. I took a clariten anyways. Then I realized they were expired. Probably why they did SFA. Went to my Moms house and she suggested a Sudafed. Popped it. Didn’t help. Went to Alicia’s and blew my nose for 5 hours.

Sunday still stuffed up, more dripping then clogging, now developing a cough. Take different kind of Sudafed. Does nothing. Go to Church and blow nose several times. Come home and feel like death. Attempt to make soup. Make mess of kitchen and feel to sick to clean it up. Head about to explode with sinus pressure and eyes water. Go to Zia Maria’s and watch hockey game with cousins. Survive quite nicely until 8pm when we decided to watch My Cousin Vinny. Blow nose 17 million times during movie.

Monday worst day of my life. Fever, stuffed up nose, inability to breath through nose, cough, congestion, over all feeling of death. Go to work. Die. Work for 4 hours, get the hell out of there. Sneeze so much on the drive home that my eyes water and I can not see a thing. Avoid getting into multi vehicle accident. Arrive home, have bath, put on Pjs, continue to suffer. Figure the head cold medicine is not working and give up on all kinds of healing procedures. Lay in misery for hours.  Inability to breath through nose causes multitude amounts of suffering. Rub Vicks Vaporub all over chest and neck in attempt to relief some sort of congestion. Partially works. Inability to breath through nose continues to drive me through the roof. Attempt to make dinner while needing to take a fever break every 5 minutes. Make dinner but feel too sick to actually eat it. Attempt to clear clogged nose by mindlessly blowing it to the point of raw exposed skin. Attempt relief by numerous applicationsof lotion to nostril area. Finally give up on life and sit in front of the TV breathing through my mouth and sniffing Vicks Vaporub. Go to bed and somehow sleep through the night.

Tuesday wake up and feel 5% better. Try and de clog throat and nose from sleepy time mucus. Sit on edge of bathtub and contemplated life. Get dressed and go to work. Attempt to survive a full 8 hours…

The only thing I can think of at this point in time is that I have a combination of sickness plus allergies. While I have never had allergies to Spring before I guess this year is the year for every. None of the sinus cold medication is making me feel any better and all I can do is sit here with my nose completelyclogged and I can’t blow the crap out or sniff if in, its just fully clogged. My fever is gone and all my achiness, the only thing that is left is the nose. Chads got some different allergy medication at home that’s helped him out a lot this season so I am going to test it out tonight. If it works I am going to kick myself for not trying it earlier. There is definitely something in this air at work that is irritating the crap out of me. AHHHHHHH.

That’s it. I am buying a damn Netty Pot.

Le sigh.

But I am here at work like a good little minion.

I can not breath, my mouth is constantly dry no matter how much fluids I drink, I’m pretty sure I have a fever and I can stomach anything. GO ME!

Srsly. How many times this year am I going to get sick? Could I BE missing any more days of work?

I am so tempted to just go home and tell everyone to eff off I want to die.

I really don’t need this right now.

I was so beat last night, but instead of going to sleep I laid in bed with all my clothes on watching TV. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open I was so tired but that didn’t prompt me to actually do anything.

I had dreams about leaving my husband for Ashton Kutcher. He was really cute. My friend was so upset with my that every time she saw me she pelted me with quarters. It really friggin hurt. I also kissed a girl in my dream but she was in a field covered in mud. I imagine that the only reason I dreamed about this is because Alicia and Claudia called me a ‘Dream Whore’ all day yesterday. Well, if I can’t be a whore in real life I might as well do it in my dreams where it doesn’t count.

I woke up this morning exhausted. Instead of getting up I spent a good 30 minutes poking and scratching Chad. Doing so amuses the crap out of me. I could spend hours driving him nuts. I finally got up 10 minutes before I was suppose to leave.

I was surprisingly only 5 minutes late tonight. Go me! However, I am still sitting here in my coat with no make up on, a half cup of tea that has now gone cold beside me, yawning my head off, attempting to slack with out anyone catching me. Its working so far but I guess its easy when there is only one other person here and she has locked herself in her office.

I also have to take back my comments regarding the Moron Secretary. When I got home last night there was a message on my answering machine informing me of my surgery date. She had found the information and had called me at home instead of at work. All is forgiven. I now go in May 13th, a week after my birthday. I’m half disappointed that I’ve still got to wait, but the timing is actually good because its right after my cousins from Italy come and right before my cousins from Australia come, including recovery time.

I am going out to dinner tonight with Elise & Francesca. I have to find something decent to wear. Friday night on Granville Street means I will be competing with whores in expensive shoes, that is, if I choose to compete at all.

I think I will get a cheeseburger for lunch.

We got to the Mountain Shadow at about 5:30 last night, an hour and half before the game. What we didn’t factor in was that it was also Student Night, Wing Night, & Happy Hour. What did this mean? All the good seats were already taken or reserved. Dammit. We found a booth in the newer section of the pub and held that, but Chad was not satisfied, so he over took another table as well. Shortly after ordering beers Marlee showed up and one by one everyone arrived. The boys stole chairs and crowded around the table and the girls sat comfortably in the booth.

We attempted to order some dinner in the middle of the first period but the wait staff was on crack the whole night. It took forever for drinks and even long for food. It wasn’t until the 3rd period that we finally ate. My chicken wrap was surprisingly good, while Chads potato skins actually looked like someone had thrown them in the garbage and someone else picked them up and put them on a plate. Marlee’s peppers actually had mold on them. They were so understaffed that our food probably sat in the kitchen for an hour waiting to be picked up. It was ridiculous. No one came to clear our plates or glasses so we had a pile of garbage at the end of the table. By the end of the night we were all pissed off with the shitty service and shitty food. Both Chad and I felt gross for the rest of the evening. We pretty much made a packed that we weren’t going to go there to watch any more hockey games this season and definitely wouldn’t go there again for food.

As well, because we had waited so long for our dinners to arrive all we could do was drink what was in front of us which meant that me + 2 pints + no food = falling asleep in the corner by 9:30. We left right after the game finished, because seriously there was no point hanging around any longer, and I basically feel asleep the minute my head hit the pillow. Out like a light.

Oh and not to mention that there was a 30 second delay on the TVs upstairs so instead of watching the game it was more about listening to the downstairs crowd react. They told us when the goals were before we saw them. Craptastic.

The only thing that saved the evening was the company and conversation. We ended up getting into a huge conversation about Cancer of all things, talking about Marlee’s friend Jon, what I have to go through, and about other people we know who’ve gone through it. It was then that we found out Sonia’s boyfriend Darren has survived Cancer twice having it both in his brain and his neck. With hearing all the things he had to go through was really inspirational and very interesting. Because of going through 2 rounds of treatments for his two different Cancers his thyroid was destroyed, so like me, he has to be on medication for life.

Its interesting that we got onto that topic of conversation yesterday because yesterday was the first day since I heard the diagnosis that I started to really worry about the surgery. After I came to the realization about what was going to happen to me I put the thought out of my mind and basically have been living in ‘denial’ about it, just trying not to think about. After looking at the calendar yesterday and realizing how close we are getting to the beginning of May I started to panic. The thought of going through that whole process again is too much for me to stomach.

Whats more interesting is that when we got home last night there was a message on the answering machine from the surgeons office asking me to call them back. Its like I subconsciouslyknew all day that it would be soon and then I got home and there it was. I was quietly freaking out inside all night and when I finally had the chance to call them back this morning I was more then disappointed.

The lady who answered the phone was the moron secretary (though I feel bad calling her that now because she was very sweet to me the last time I was in there). I told her my name and she asked what I was waiting to hear back for. I told her about the surgery and proceeded to look for the information. Well apparently the competent secretary does all the bookings and she wasn’t in today and moron secretary couldn’t find the information she had so I have to phone back on Monday to find out when my surgery is. Really now. If this time is anything like last time it means that they are phoning me to give me a weeks notice, which means if I have to call them on Monday I will basically be getting a few days notice. GREAT! Am really not impressed at the moment.

So now I sit and wait some more even though I am this close to knowing the date and attempting to figure out my schedule. I wish people weren’t so incompetent.

PS. I only took 4 pictures last night because everyone was all over the place and I fell asleep.