I blew through almost two to-do lists yesterday. I can’t say completely because writing my blog was on the list and that didn’t happen. Neither did posting an image of my final project. But those were the only things that didn’t get done. So don’t mind me while I sit over here feeling like a bawce as I drink my coffee.

I was too tired last night to bask in my victory, so I’m going to do it now.

Yesterday morning started off with the doctor’s visit. I had to get there early to go through all of the new patient stuff. The lady I had was extremely nice. We set up an account with the Florida Hospital so I can get email notifications and set up appointments easier. I also got a ‘goodie’ bag with a bunch of information pamphlets. And free mini hand sanitizer bottle! Sorry while I geek out over that and think that it’s super cute.

I didn’t have to wait very long. Most likely because I was one of the first patients there. I was taken back, had my vitals taken. Yep… not dead. Good to know. After that I was shown to the room where the doctor would see me.

I was super nervous at first because I had asked specifically for a female doctor, and in walks this dude… not cool, bro. But it ended up being pretty interesting.

He said that he was an undergrad and that as part of his training he was going to run through some questions with me that normally my doctor would ask me. I was ok with that, and it actually turned into a pretty nifty conversation. I asked him what had inspired him to go into the medical field and mentioned how my mom is an RN and how John wants to get into the the field as well.

I answered all of the questions and mentioned a few things I had concerns with. He was super supportive on the fact that I’ve lost 40 pounds on my own through diet change and exercise. Take that Mr. Personal Trainer.

I promise I’m not bitter over that still….

I mentioned how there was concern a while ago that I was pre-diabetic due to blood work that was taken. My insulin had been 4 times higher than what it should have been. There was also concern that I was / am polycystic because my testosterone levels were twice as high as normal. But with being on a contraceptive it’s hard to gauge something like that on hormone levels alone. Without tests all of it was just speculation. And all of it could be changed if I became healthier.

So that was the option I took. I would leave everything alone as far as tests went and focus on treating my body better and see where that got me.

I think overall I’m doing well.

I mentioned that I was interested in getting blood work done because there’s a lot of tests that I don’t have information for. I don’t have a baseline. So currently I’m signed up for six tests that will be done tomorrow. Some of them are fasting, so I won’t be allowed to eat anything or drink anything other than water once it hits 9pm tonight. At least the tests are schedule for 9am, so it will be over quickly and for the most part I shouldn’t be too grouchy, or at least not for very long. I know the morning is going to be rough without my coffee, but I was thinking about doing a treat somehow afterwards.

Most likely I will end up passing out. I don’t do blood well. And actually that’s not very true. Zane and I were talking about this last night in the kitchen with Trevor.

I don’t do wounds well. I don’t like blood because it’s supposed to be on the inside. Cuts, even small paper cuts, bother me because the skin isn’t supposed to be like that. And I can imagine what the sensation feels like on my own body. In my head it’s happening to me, and that bothers me, and the more it bothers me the more it becomes an all consuming thought. It’s the only thing I can focus on, and it doesn’t matter how much I breath, how deeply, there comes a point where I can’t recover, a tipping point, and I pass out.

I know that about myself. I know my past experiences, so I’m fully expecting tomorrow to be rough.

I’m going to be stuck sitting in a chair I don’t want to be in, in a place I don’t want to be at, with a piece of metal jabbed into my arm that I don’t want to be there, letting them drain out liquid that I don’t want to give up… I think I would have earned a cookie or something after going through all of that.

Even if tomorrow goes smoothly and I walk out of there unscathed, this is a pretty big deal to me. Anxiety and nervousness all over the place. I would like to do something as a pat on the back.

Of course, it wasn’t until after I had left the hospital, a follow up appointment already scheduled for the 28^th, that I realized I had no idea where to go for my lab work. I’ve never had to figure this stuff out before… Don’t mind me while I sit in my car and feel incompetent because I just realized that I should have asked my doctor when or at least where I would be getting the tests done.

I called the hospital’s number after I got home and talked to a gentleman who kindly explained that I needed to find a testing center my insurance covered. I should be able to find that information online.

Awesome. That was all I needed. No longer incompetent feeling. I have a direction to start going off in. Perfect. So I got that squared away. Found a location near by and got an appointment schedule for Wednesday morning. I even ran out to the testing center with my paperwork to make sure that I would be going to the right place, for the right things, and that my appointment wasn’t going to be a waste of time. That’s when I found out some of my tests are fasting blood work.

Look at me being responsible and stuff. /flex

After insuring I had all of my medical ducks in a row I went back home and cut up all of the chicken and veggies for dinner later. I figured after work I wouldn’t have as much energy, so I wanted to take care of as much as I could before hand. We had green curry schedule on the menu. I went ahead and put the dishes away, too, so the kitchen would be in working order.

I would like to take a second and say that all of this went down before 12pm. Yeah, my day was already super crazy productive and I hadn’t even touched work or school yet.

Zane was still in bed when I left for work, so I kissed him goodbye and headed out.

I clocked in, checked email, and did the whole social media routine before focusing on my homework.

I got the design looking better, at least better in my opinion, but it still felt like something was missing. I sent a picture to Zane, who was awake, and he agreed. Something felt ‘off’ but he couldn’t place his finger on it.

I came to the conclusion that it was too flat. It needed more depth, and that some soft gradients might help with that. I went ahead and did all of the reading for this week’s assignments first though. Got a 100 on the quiz, and did my initial post for the discussion board.

I battle planned out the rest of the assignments, so I know what I should be doing when. I also went ahead and posted my catch up blog from the weekend while I had a few minutes to go through and proof read.

That took me up to around 4:30. I packed up, clocked out, and headed home.

Zane had mentioned that he wanted to watch a movie with me tonight when I got home. I instantly got tense. But… I still had the gym, and cooking, and homework… I couldn’t watch a movie…

It was another thing added to my to-do list, and I didn’t know where it would fit in, and I couldn’t say no because it was something that he wanted to do, and this was going to ruin our night because we would end up fighting, and fire and brimstone from the sky…

… I really wish my brain would chill out sometimes…

I replied with how I had hoped to go to the gym when I got home, to which he replied he hadn’t meant watching the movie ‘right’ when I got home, just at some point during the evening.

Instant relief.

Oh. Awesome. I could figure it out, then. Maybe we could watch it while we were eating dinner or something. I could still get everything done. I didn’t have to give up the gym. Deep breath.

So with that figured out, I came home, had a little bit of tuna with crackers, sat down on the couch, which was a mistake. I totally didn’t want to get back up. Being still was so amazingly nice. But I was awesome and did, in fact, get back up and actually go to the gym.

Today was spin class. I stayed for 45 minutes this time. Not a whole lot longer, but a little bit. I eeked in an extra mile during that time, and I did a lot more ‘out of the saddle’ work with the class. Normally standing kills my legs, but I’m pushing myself. I’m using higher gears, too. Look at me rocking an 18. /flex

Go to gym. Check
Kick ass and take name. Check
Walk back home. Check
Pass out on kitchen floor. Oh man, double check

I was so beat when I got home. My legs are still sore, but it’s soooo worth it. It’s a good sore.

I drank a bunch of water, eventually I showered, then got to work on cooking dinner.

The curry came out really good this time. I’m not sure why but last time it tasted bland. I think it might have been the coconut milk. The can I used last time was unsweetened. Either way, dinner was fantastic, and there’s enough for leftovers. Yay.

While we were eating we started watching Jurassic World, which is something that I’ve been wanting to see. How can you go wrong with dinosaurs?

We got to where they close down the park. By then it was 10pm and I still had to finish my assignment which was due at midnight. We paused the movie and I got to work playing with the composition a bit more. Once I was happy with it I saved it and exported all of the files I needed. I wrote up the creative brief as well, put everything into a folder, double checked file naming and types, zipped up the folder, and submitted it online.

School. Done.

It was roughly 11pm by then, and I was falling asleep at the keyboard.

Zane was out in the living room watching a show so I could work uninterrupted in the bedroom. I cuddled with him for a few minutes before heading back to go to sleep. I remember waking up a few times, but that’s all I remember. I don’t remember why, or if I said anything.

I woke up at 9 on my own, cuddling with Scarlet. I feel rested, though sore still. Today is supposed to be a run day. Sort of looking forward to it, though I don’t know if I’m going to do all that well.

I need to go buy cat food since it’s my turn to do that. And I need to swing by the storage unit. I use Stivia sugar packets when I cook instead of normal sugar, which means I have this huge box of like 3000000000 packets.

I didn’t want to keep the giant box of packets at the apartment since there’s really not a place to put it, so instead I have a small stash of packets that I pull from here at the apartment, and I keep the box with everything else in storage. Well, my stash is running low, so I need to get some more from the master box.

Both of those chores should be easy tasks, and that’s really the only errands I need to run. I have work from 5pm until 1am. I plan on doing the grading during the second lab since it’s super quiet then. I also want to start work on my exercise assignment. At a minimum I want to pick a font and start the research for it. That’s what I’ve assigned myself for today. Execution will be tomorrow during the SAL lab, along with brainstorming for the week’s project.

Hoping for a low key day today. A full and productive day, but smooth. Guess I’m off to create my to-do list.