August 14
From my brain
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2008
Me 11:50, 14 August 2008 (EDT)
I think the chiropractor is actually fixing me. My lower back was a little twingy yesterday, but nowhere near what it's been in the past. Some of that has to do with the air mattress (Hallowed is the air mattress.), he's honestly fixing me too.
I'm still dropping weight as well. It's healthily mind you, and as of this morning I'm under 290 (first reading 285, next two 288). I'm feeling better physically. I'm not winded walking up stairs. My pant legs feel like genie pants sometimes they're so loose. I've given up on wearing my scout uniform pants because I bought them at 3X and they're too damn big.
And no, in case you're wondering (those of you who are expecting something), I'm not going to post about it. It's a personal issue that involves too many aspects of my life. After blogging for as long as I have, you eventually learn the lesson that somethings should remain private* and shouldn't even be posted with veiled statements. All that does is cause people to have more questions.
Me 12:44, 14 August 2008 (EDT)
As info: my typical lenten-type lunch of sardines & hot sauces is even BETTER with some blanched and shocked veggies.
Hey...don't hate me for my taste in food. Sardines are good for you!
2007
Me 08:16, 14 August 2007 (EDT)
I'm finally feeling the effects of not having taken my thyroid meds for the last three days. I took the last pill on Friday, and asked Wifey to call it in for me. She did...in the afternoon. No biggie, we can pick it up Saturday when TheBoy and I go to watch "Peter Pan" at the library (a little treat for completing his summer reading program goals).
I forgot to pick them up. Oh well, it's late in the day on Saturday, we'll just get them tomorrow after church. Yup, forgot again.
I got them last night after work, and by this morning, I feel like crap. I remember (prior to getting it regulated) that low levels made me feel tired, sore, and hot all the time. When I woke up today I felt like I mowed and trimmed the yard last night before bed. I'm exhausted. I got too much crap going on over the next two weeks to feel exhausted.
I spent yesterday cleaning up my crap. First up was bills. Hence, I was mildly depressed. I basically figured out that we can survive on my income as long as we stop eating. We're over about $400 each pay period, and that's about what we spend on Giant Eagle / Krogers / GFS / Wal-Mart on average. It also happens to be the exact amount of take-home Wifey had before they canned her.
I then wrote a letter to a guildmate who recently had to quite the game. I say recently, but it was three weeks ago when he last emailed me, but I've been so buried under guild raiding issues, the party planning, and whatever, that I neglected emailing him. It was a difficult letter to write, because he's in a lot of emotional turmoil that's coinciding with his physical health, and I empathize with him, but don't want to sound Me Too when I'm nowhere near his condition. I may have been there during chemo, but six years puts a bit of gray on memories like that.
I'm still straightening the rest of stuff out for next week. Lawgirl and another friend of ours have both offered to see if they can help us clean up / paint next week, and I'll be grateful for the help. I'm a slack on my own, but if I'm doing the job with someone else (other than Wifey who I end up just wanting to grope), I tend to get a bit more motivated.
2006
Me 21:31, 14 August 2006 (EDT)
The long road begins...
2003
Me 02:21, 14, August 2003 (EDT)
I officially decided today that I could never, ever, EVER work in our file room. I sorted through - literally - about two and half feet of closed request forms.
I HATE STACKS OF PAPER!
We really should keep up with the filing better.
Me 02:38, 14, August 2003 (EDT)
Since I may not get the chance to post tomorrow, I wanted to have some pre-musings on the fact that Friday begins the weekend of introspection, reflection, and snide comments as people walk away.
Yes kiddies...I've got my 10 year reunion.
From what I hear, it'll probably be about a 50/50 split: one part of people who clung to mommy and daddy's side after graduation, and the other half that saw a little of the world (no matter how small).
At least my three closest friends from HS were smart:
- Shawn went to Art Institute of Pitt. Almost as far away from home as I did, but VASTLY more diverse exposure. Okay, there were a buncha freaks when I went for visits, but hey freaks are people too (most of them).
- Brian; army. See the world, meet new people, learn to be a medic and patch up the holes they put into each other. Just don't try to eat dinner when he's telling you stories about his times in the tents in Hati. ACK!
- Mike; marines. See the world, meet new people, do the exersizes where you kill them, but mostly operate the LAN aboard ship. Much safer that way. I mean, there are people with GUNS and stuff out there!
Now me, I went to Columbus. Two weeks after graduation. Okay, yeah, so it's just Columbus, but it was AWAY from home. Minimum 6 hour drive. There's no saving up the laundry and taking it home to mommy.
Now, while my mother did eventually follow me back here, I at least made a solid attempt at getting as far away from my hometown as possible. How can you "grow up" when all you are is surrounded by the same things you were surrounded by since birth? Aren't you curious about what's "out there" at all?
I'm curious to see who's alive out there. I know who's dead (Shawn's got a slightly morbid sense of humor combined with boredom and decent web skills (link's moved).)
Mostly, I'm curious to see the popular kids that are now bald, overweight, and are excited because they just made Salesman of the Month at the used car dealership.
Will report back on Sunday/Monday.
