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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Re: Request for a New Post
Yes, I have been neglecting my blog, but that's because I work with people who can't plan ahead and I have had 6 weeks worth of work to get done in 2. I do have some things to post (though I don't know how relevant they will be by time I find time again). I hope to return to blogging world by early September! (Sorry Tams, this will just have to do for now. Even sorrier that my last post was my opinion on Cheez Its.)
Friday, August 12, 2005
Falling Apart
This is quite appropriate when you consider the rest of my posts this week. To fill you in, I’ve had a sinus infection for the last 3 weeks and pretty bad sinus problems for the last few years. On Monday, I went back to the doctor because things just weren’t getting better. My doctor decided that my sinus problems were chronic (duh!) and that I should see an allergist. To speed up the process, my doctor decided to go ahead and schedule the CT scan that the allergist would do anyway.
So yesterday morning, I went in for my very first CT scan. Not bad at all – with the exception of having to lay still for so stinking long! Well, modern medicine is fast, because my doctor’s office called this morning and I have a sinus disease! It’s some long name followed by sinusitis. Next course of action is antibiotics for a month. Sure hope that works because if it doesn’t I will have to go see an Ear, Nose & Throat doctor to have my sinuses cleaned out and I don’t know what that entails, but it doesn’t sound like much fun!
So yesterday morning, I went in for my very first CT scan. Not bad at all – with the exception of having to lay still for so stinking long! Well, modern medicine is fast, because my doctor’s office called this morning and I have a sinus disease! It’s some long name followed by sinusitis. Next course of action is antibiotics for a month. Sure hope that works because if it doesn’t I will have to go see an Ear, Nose & Throat doctor to have my sinuses cleaned out and I don’t know what that entails, but it doesn’t sound like much fun!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Most Memorable “Accident Prone” Moments
When I was talking to my mom Monday night on the phone, I told her about my shaving accident from earlier that day (which seems to be healing well) and she brought up some of my past injuries, so I thought I would list the most memorable ones for you:
The curling iron burns (yes burns, more than one) to the head region. I’ve had marks on my ears, forehead and neck. The most memorable of those was the day of Jill & Dan’s wedding. The night before at the rehearsal dinner, the guys were talking about how they hate it when girls get hickies and blame them on the curling iron. Low and behold, the next day while I was getting ready for the wedding, I burnt my neck on a curling iron – badly I might add. Ended up with a 3rd degree burn that required a visit to the doctor.
The black eye my brother gave me when he threw a shoe at me. I started my 8th grade year with quite the shiner and was given the nickname “Spot” by my art teacher (senior year in high school and he’s still call me Spot when he saw me).
The curling iron burn to the palm of my hand. Never pick up a curling iron by the barrel unless you’re sure it’s not hot. Just because the light is off in the bathroom, doesn’t mean the curling iron hadn’t been plugged in all day and that it hadn’t just been unplugged right before you walked in to pick it up. Also, when your hand comes into contact with something that hot, it seems to like to grab hold even tighter. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to let go.
The car door slamming on my nose. Windy day and a sloping driveway at the Shoemaker residence in Wellington, KS does not a good outcome make. I don’t think I could re-enact it if I tried, but it gave Rachel a good laugh. I’m just glad I didn’t break it.
Broken pinky toe. I know a lot of people break their little toe, but how many have broken it while doing a handstand? Takes talent!
Branding myself with a hair dryer. Oh yes, it can be done and it takes YEARS for it to go way. How does one do this you ask? Try dropping a hot, running for 15 minutes, hair dryer on your leg barrel down.
Steam burn on fore arm. Who would have thought that reaching over a steaming coffee pot two years ago would leave a faint, yet still visable scar to this day?
The infamous “shaving accident.” Want to know more, read the post.
The infamous “waxing” accident. I’ll spare the details since I posted it previously, but still haven’t touched the stuff since. Luckily, the scaring is so minor, that unless you know where it is, you don’t even notice it (and make up completely covers it up).
Grapefruit size bruise in Jamaica. This actually is also my most embarrassing story. To make a long story short, we were in Jamaica when I was in college and the guys decided to throw one of the other guys in the pool. Not wanting his watch to get ruined, I was trying to take it off of him when he grabbed my ankle with the intention of taking me with him. Since I was wearing a dress and didn’t want my camera to go into the pool, I was trying to hand my camera to someone in our group while the guys try to use me as a human tug-o-war rope. Before it was over with, I’m in a straddled position with my dress was around my waist and ended up with the biggest bruise on the back of my leg from the near by rail.
The missing toenail. This is pretty gross, but I had a toenail just fall off one summer while I was talking on the phone. It didn’t bleed or anything, it just popped off. It didn’t look like anything was wrong with it, so I don’t know what happened. But since it was summer and I didn’t want it to be obvious that there was a toenail missing, I would just paint the skin. It grew back by the next summer.
And the best, yet STUPIDEST way I have ever injured myself…
The bruised ribs that I got when I fell on/out of a tree. I’m glad my mom doesn’t read this, but if my sister-in-law still does, I might be busted because I’ve never told my mom the real story. When we first moved to Hutchinson, we lived in a duplex on a dead end street. At the end of the street was a green belt that we used to hang out at. One afternoon, my friend Kelly and walked down there after school. It had been raining earlier that day, so everything was wet. I was wearing loafers with slick soles. The story we told my mom was that I slipped and hit the trunk of this tree that had fallen. The REAL story is for some STUPID reason (don’t remember why) I decided to climb a near by tree that was wet from the rain, in these slick soled loafers, and slipped (wonder why?) and fell out of the tree and landed on the tree that had fallen. I didn’t lie about the slipping and falling part, I just left out the reason why I slipped. Nope, I’m not a candidate for Mensa.
The curling iron burns (yes burns, more than one) to the head region. I’ve had marks on my ears, forehead and neck. The most memorable of those was the day of Jill & Dan’s wedding. The night before at the rehearsal dinner, the guys were talking about how they hate it when girls get hickies and blame them on the curling iron. Low and behold, the next day while I was getting ready for the wedding, I burnt my neck on a curling iron – badly I might add. Ended up with a 3rd degree burn that required a visit to the doctor.
The black eye my brother gave me when he threw a shoe at me. I started my 8th grade year with quite the shiner and was given the nickname “Spot” by my art teacher (senior year in high school and he’s still call me Spot when he saw me).
The curling iron burn to the palm of my hand. Never pick up a curling iron by the barrel unless you’re sure it’s not hot. Just because the light is off in the bathroom, doesn’t mean the curling iron hadn’t been plugged in all day and that it hadn’t just been unplugged right before you walked in to pick it up. Also, when your hand comes into contact with something that hot, it seems to like to grab hold even tighter. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to let go.
The car door slamming on my nose. Windy day and a sloping driveway at the Shoemaker residence in Wellington, KS does not a good outcome make. I don’t think I could re-enact it if I tried, but it gave Rachel a good laugh. I’m just glad I didn’t break it.
Broken pinky toe. I know a lot of people break their little toe, but how many have broken it while doing a handstand? Takes talent!
Branding myself with a hair dryer. Oh yes, it can be done and it takes YEARS for it to go way. How does one do this you ask? Try dropping a hot, running for 15 minutes, hair dryer on your leg barrel down.
Steam burn on fore arm. Who would have thought that reaching over a steaming coffee pot two years ago would leave a faint, yet still visable scar to this day?
The infamous “shaving accident.” Want to know more, read the post.
The infamous “waxing” accident. I’ll spare the details since I posted it previously, but still haven’t touched the stuff since. Luckily, the scaring is so minor, that unless you know where it is, you don’t even notice it (and make up completely covers it up).
Grapefruit size bruise in Jamaica. This actually is also my most embarrassing story. To make a long story short, we were in Jamaica when I was in college and the guys decided to throw one of the other guys in the pool. Not wanting his watch to get ruined, I was trying to take it off of him when he grabbed my ankle with the intention of taking me with him. Since I was wearing a dress and didn’t want my camera to go into the pool, I was trying to hand my camera to someone in our group while the guys try to use me as a human tug-o-war rope. Before it was over with, I’m in a straddled position with my dress was around my waist and ended up with the biggest bruise on the back of my leg from the near by rail.
The missing toenail. This is pretty gross, but I had a toenail just fall off one summer while I was talking on the phone. It didn’t bleed or anything, it just popped off. It didn’t look like anything was wrong with it, so I don’t know what happened. But since it was summer and I didn’t want it to be obvious that there was a toenail missing, I would just paint the skin. It grew back by the next summer.
And the best, yet STUPIDEST way I have ever injured myself…
The bruised ribs that I got when I fell on/out of a tree. I’m glad my mom doesn’t read this, but if my sister-in-law still does, I might be busted because I’ve never told my mom the real story. When we first moved to Hutchinson, we lived in a duplex on a dead end street. At the end of the street was a green belt that we used to hang out at. One afternoon, my friend Kelly and walked down there after school. It had been raining earlier that day, so everything was wet. I was wearing loafers with slick soles. The story we told my mom was that I slipped and hit the trunk of this tree that had fallen. The REAL story is for some STUPID reason (don’t remember why) I decided to climb a near by tree that was wet from the rain, in these slick soled loafers, and slipped (wonder why?) and fell out of the tree and landed on the tree that had fallen. I didn’t lie about the slipping and falling part, I just left out the reason why I slipped. Nope, I’m not a candidate for Mensa.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Tip of the Day
Bad Move
NEVER shave your legs when you're worked up about anything. The result, a 2 inch gash on your leg.
And for those of you asking why I chose to wear a skirt with such an injury...because I took the time to iron it last night and didn't have time to iron anything else because I spent the morning doctoring myself. If I ever start a list of what I want in a husband, good medical insurance will be on the top of the list!
Thursday, August 04, 2005
The following is the running email in our office today…
Stefanie:
“I have an OB appointment AND ultrasound appointment at 1:30 on Monday. Because it is two appointments, it’s very likely they’ll take the entire afternoon, considering all the waiting room time. If it goes quickly, I’ll try to come back to work. If not, I’ll just see ya’ll Tuesday morning.”
Sarah’s Reply:
“And I have a doctor’s appt. on Monday at 10am and an ultrasound on Monday the 22nd at 8 a.m. I think collectively we are the doctorinist group of people I ever met!!!”
Debbie’s Reply:
“Ha! I’m not pregnant and not having an ultrasound. Just wanted everyone to know. If I was there would be pending funeral arrangements for one man I know.”
Linda’s Reply:
“Yeah, some of us are going to the doctor because we’re old and falling apart, and those who aren’t old are getting pregnant!”
Sarah’s Reply:
“Which category does Stacey fall in??”
My Reply:
“EXCUSE ME! I DON’T THINK I FALL INTO EITHER OF THOSE CATEGORIES. Just bad genetics!”
I’m telling you though, and I’ve said it before, it does not pay to work her and not have children. And I know Cochran (yeah, I still don’t like calling you that) has volunteered to “knock me up”, I believe I will be passing on taking anyone up on that offer anytime soon!
Stefanie:
“I have an OB appointment AND ultrasound appointment at 1:30 on Monday. Because it is two appointments, it’s very likely they’ll take the entire afternoon, considering all the waiting room time. If it goes quickly, I’ll try to come back to work. If not, I’ll just see ya’ll Tuesday morning.”
Sarah’s Reply:
“And I have a doctor’s appt. on Monday at 10am and an ultrasound on Monday the 22nd at 8 a.m. I think collectively we are the doctorinist group of people I ever met!!!”
Debbie’s Reply:
“Ha! I’m not pregnant and not having an ultrasound. Just wanted everyone to know. If I was there would be pending funeral arrangements for one man I know.”
Linda’s Reply:
“Yeah, some of us are going to the doctor because we’re old and falling apart, and those who aren’t old are getting pregnant!”
Sarah’s Reply:
“Which category does Stacey fall in??”
My Reply:
“EXCUSE ME! I DON’T THINK I FALL INTO EITHER OF THOSE CATEGORIES. Just bad genetics!”
I’m telling you though, and I’ve said it before, it does not pay to work her and not have children. And I know Cochran (yeah, I still don’t like calling you that) has volunteered to “knock me up”, I believe I will be passing on taking anyone up on that offer anytime soon!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
A Totally Bizarre & Gross Story
For those who have weak stomachs, you might want to pass on this one.
My mom called me last night and she was telling me that these friends of ours from church had gone on vacation with their whole family to Breckenridge last week. While they were there, they decided to take the kids to ride the Alpine Slides. Anyway, Cathy was coming down the side when her toboggan thing flipped. Since her grandson was right behind her, she didn’t want him to run into her, so she flipped it back over really quick on continued down. When she got to the bottom, one side of her face was covered in blood and she couldn’t figure out why. Turns out she had almost completely cut her ear off!!! My mom said it took a ton of stitches, but they were able to reattach it. How gross (and freaky) is that!?! I told my mom to tell Cathy I can beat that, I’ve had both ears cut off (of course mine were done by a surgeon).
Anyway, I thought that was totally bizarre. For my Colorado traveling companions last summer, this is the same slides we went down! Good grief, my only concern was hitting a chipmunk along the way. Never would have dreamed of loosing an ear! I hold on to my ears every time I think about it!
My mom called me last night and she was telling me that these friends of ours from church had gone on vacation with their whole family to Breckenridge last week. While they were there, they decided to take the kids to ride the Alpine Slides. Anyway, Cathy was coming down the side when her toboggan thing flipped. Since her grandson was right behind her, she didn’t want him to run into her, so she flipped it back over really quick on continued down. When she got to the bottom, one side of her face was covered in blood and she couldn’t figure out why. Turns out she had almost completely cut her ear off!!! My mom said it took a ton of stitches, but they were able to reattach it. How gross (and freaky) is that!?! I told my mom to tell Cathy I can beat that, I’ve had both ears cut off (of course mine were done by a surgeon).
Anyway, I thought that was totally bizarre. For my Colorado traveling companions last summer, this is the same slides we went down! Good grief, my only concern was hitting a chipmunk along the way. Never would have dreamed of loosing an ear! I hold on to my ears every time I think about it!
Monday, August 01, 2005
Lunch Hour Observations
The following (though VERY random) were a couple of observations over my lunch hour that made me go hmmm... and well, just had to share!
Useful Information:
I saw the following message today on the side of a Budget moving truck in front of our condos: “Moving Tip #48 – Packing tape should NOT be used as a painful practical joke.” Really? That’s one of my favorite ways to use packing tape. Duck Tape on hairy legs...laughing just thinking about it! My mission is now to track down Budget Moving trucks and find out the rest of the 47 (or more) moving tips!
Get A Room:
As I was exiting my back door to head back to work, I saw something I had NEVER seen before...2 wasps mating. I didn’t appreciate the miracle of life too much though. The first thing I did was reach for the can of wasp killer. For those of you who don’t believe in killing any living things, don’t worry…they were gone before I got the lid off and I don’t know where they went. I was quite disappointed because it's been my hobby this summer - killing wasps. And this would have been a double bonus...2 at once!
Useful Information:
I saw the following message today on the side of a Budget moving truck in front of our condos: “Moving Tip #48 – Packing tape should NOT be used as a painful practical joke.” Really? That’s one of my favorite ways to use packing tape. Duck Tape on hairy legs...laughing just thinking about it! My mission is now to track down Budget Moving trucks and find out the rest of the 47 (or more) moving tips!
Get A Room:
As I was exiting my back door to head back to work, I saw something I had NEVER seen before...2 wasps mating. I didn’t appreciate the miracle of life too much though. The first thing I did was reach for the can of wasp killer. For those of you who don’t believe in killing any living things, don’t worry…they were gone before I got the lid off and I don’t know where they went. I was quite disappointed because it's been my hobby this summer - killing wasps. And this would have been a double bonus...2 at once!
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