Couch Potato

Leave it to me to actually injure myself and have no clue how I managed to do so! And I'm embarrased to even admit as to how I hurt myself.

On one hand, I think 'ok, it could sound awesome' ....like so.... "I was working out last week, and because I'm so awesome and athletic, I strived so hard and pushed myself so much that I actually hurt myself while working out. What a workout! Burn calories...BURN!"

Or on the other hand, I sound like the biggest fattest couch potato that ever existed.... like so.... "I finally started working out again, but b/c I'm such an uncoordinated and out of shape lard-a**, the simplest workout was too much for this gal to handle."

Hm...I think I'll go with story #1. Makes me sound awesome :) But aside from that, I did in fact hurt myself. And since I have done nothing physical for the past week, besides working out, I've come to the conclusion that that must have been what did it.

But back to the story. Last Friday, I had noticed my back was hurting. No big deal. I have those 'off' days. But saturday, it was getting bad. I was so uncomfortable. Walking was becoming difficult. Sitting hurt too. And on Sunday, Ross threatened to divorce me after seeing what our future may look like together when we're near 80 years old. Me -- unable to walk or sit, or move. I hobbled around, wincing in pain at every slightest movement, so Ross replies, "I want out. Now. Before you get any older!" ha! Oh dear. I don't blame him.

So on Monday morning, I went straight to the chiropractor, thinking I just needed an early adjustment. No big deal. I went in to work late, and sat there for an unbearable hour, until I finally had to call it quits and go home early. My mother-in-law (who is a nurse) advised me that I should go to a doctor since the pain pills she had given me the night before did not help.

So I headed to MedExpress on my way home from work at 11:00 am. The doctor there told me she thinks that one of my discs could've slipped.

WHA?! How the heck did I even accomplish such a thing?? At such a young age?? Oh boy.

So off I go to the pharmacy with my 3 newly written prescriptions. One for steriods. One for painkillers (Vicodin!). And one for a muscle relaxer.

I finally head home in extreme bouts of pain. Driving hurts the worst. I guess my Chevy Cobalt is not ergonomically designed! And headed straight to bed with all my new meds.

Tuesday comes and goes. I can't possibly go to work when it hurts just to sit up. Wednesday, I again work from home. The doctor writes me an excuse for work, but says I should be good to go back to work on Thursday. She told me that I need to continue walking to keep my spine loose. And I'm happy to say that she was right. As I sit here, on my first day to work this week, I can say that it helps to walk around. So I keep making excuses to get up and walk to the xerox machine, or wherever. But I can def. tell it's getting better. And my back is starting to hurt less. You go Spine!!

And I had another adjustment at the chiro. yesterday, hoping that would also help.

All in all, I'm getting better. I waddle a bit less now when I walk.

I still look distorted, with one hip raised higher than the other. But it should go back to normal soon.

How I managed to throw my back out at 24?? No clue. I can't wait to see what I'm like at 50+!

Another Food Post?! Really?!

Cake is all around me this week. First, we got a cake for my boss at work yesterday, so I had a piece. It was ok. But today?! The exec's at work ordered a cake to celebrate Westinghouse's 125th anniversary, so I gave it thought, maybe, maybe not. But THEN ....somebody told me it was from Oakmont Bakery! Yup, I basically enhaled a piece in 2.9 seconds. No regrets. Only satisfaction. I might sneak back for a 2nd 0:) A day in the life of ME is never dull!

Meet my Little Friend....

Do you see him?! Perched between the crevice of my cubicle wall and the countertop? Yup, that there is a stink bug. But since he is in the perfect spot where I am unable to get to him and kill him (or rather ask one of the guys to 'flush' him), I shall call him Harold. :)

I'm electing him as my cubicle mascot! Good ol' Harry just chillaxin' all day like it's his job. No worries. No chores. Just being all awesome up in my cubicle biz-nat.

And you wanna know why I named him Harry? B/c he is not hairy at all...ha... hA! But I like to call him Harold. Much more sophisticated. Dont'cha agree? And I call him a 'he' becuase he is ugly. And ugly girls do NOT exist... at least according to those Dove commericals. All girls are beautiful in their own way :) Therefore, I come to the conclusion that ALL stink bugs must be guys! ta ta til next time...

My Typical Workday

Here's a little preview of what a typical workday looks like for me:

8:30 am: Get into work
8:45 am: Read through new emails
9:00 am: Asked to schedule various meetings w/ 15+ people throughout the end of the year
9:30 am: Send out meeting requests to people for various dates
10:00 am: Realize I scheduled the first mtg. during a weeklong conference that I am indeed attending, but completely forgot about
10:14 am: Re-send meeting request
10:15: Apologize to the 8 emails I received in all of 3 seconds reminding me about the conf. and why I would schedule a mtg. for such date
10:30: Dilemna solved, everyone likes the new date
10:40: Try scheduling another meeting
10:45: Realize there's not ONE SINGLE Conference room available in this entire HUMUNGOUS building during my time slot
10:50: search for new time & date
11:00: Finally find a conf. room I can use
11:05 ADHD kicks in, and I stare at the Facilities guys removing ceiling tiles above my head, to feed a wire down to the other end of the building
11:10: still watching, la dee da
11:20: what is that white foamey stuff in the ceiling?? dust or fire-proof preventatives?? hmm...
11:30: Where did the Facilities guys go, the ceiling tiles are still outta wack
11:45: lunch lunch lunch, food food, num num num...
12:00: Go to lunch w/ Mom since she's shopping in Cranberry today :)
1:00: attempt to work while counting down the hours to my weekend!

yup, a day in the life of me is never boring. Unless it's yesterday, now THAT was a boring day...