Last Little Bit of Monday

It took me a while to write everything in my last post. I didn’t get to the gym until roughly 8pm. At my old gym, the YMCA, I most likely wouldn’t have been able to work out. They closed at 9, and with travel time I don’t think I would have made it there with enough time to have much of a workout.

LA Fitness closes at 11pm during the week, though. So I still had tons of time to do whatever I wanted. And with it being in walking distances I had the space along the way to collect myself a bit before having to be around people.

I ran Monday night. At the 12:30 mark I was at .8 miles. I felt that was pretty awesome. I ended the mile mark at 16:30 though. I had to walk more towards the end. I think if I had been able to do one more run interval I would have been ok. That along with walking faster during my walk intervals.

It was pretty great though. I didn’t have shin pain. Instead it was tightness along the outside of my calf, so I think it’s tendon strength. Runners World had a pretty good article that I just read. Definitely working through shin splints, but remembering back to when I first started running, they are so much better than what they were. Yay improvement.

I ended up stopping my run because I wasn’t sweating as much as I felt I should be. I’m always behind on my water intake. I sort of figured I was dehydrated because my lips have been chapped. That might have factored into my last interval not being as great as I wanted.

Regardless, I was happy with my run. I came back home, packed up my gym bag with clean cloths, and headed back to the hotel my mom was staying at. We ended up getting burgers from Checkers for dinner and going to sleep after watching the end of a CSI episode.

I laid in bed for a while but eventually rolled over and picked up my phone. I messaged Sammie saying that I wasn’t at my computer so it would be a relatively short message, but that I was happy for her and Josh and I would reply more indepth when I got the chance. Most likely Tuesday night.

I got a reply back saying that she didn’t know what to say to that, but thank you for my kind words.

And that was the conclusion of my Monday.

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Tuesday Troubles

I woke up at 5am on Tuesday after going to sleep around midnight. I stayed in bed until 6, which is when mom woke up. We both went out and had breakfast in the lobby. Eggs, biskets, and sausage gravy for me with juice on the side. Mom had a bagel with some cream cheese.

We hung out for a little bit. Mom showered. She ended up getting on the road around 8 though. We weren’t really doing anything, I should have been working on school work, and she wanted to get home before it got too late, so it seemed like the right choice for both of us.

We hugged goodbye and she followed me for a ways until she needed to keep going to get to the interstate.

It was super early when I got home. Zane hadn’t gone to sleep until really early in the morning, so I let him sleep. I got to work checking my email and blogs. I responded to messages, and started figuring out my life basically. I proof read and posted my blog.

I asked Zane if he wanted to go to the school early since we had so much time, but we decided to keep to our 3pm plan.

He woke up shortly before I had to go to my appointment. That started as a disaster.

I got to the doctor’s office at 1:30 only to find out that my appointment had been for 1:15. Fml….

They were able to work it out so that I could still be seen, it would be by a different doctor. Still female. So there was that going for me.

I could have sworn that my time had been changed because I added the pap to the appointment, but I guess not? I even brought up the notification email the hospital sent me and it said 1:15pm, so I don’t know where I got 1:45 from.

So I got checked in, paid my $30 co-pay, and was left to freak out inside of my head by myself as I waited to be called back. I nervously started texting people to keep my brain occupied.

When it was finally my turn I walked through the door of death into the serial white hallways of doom… Ok, it wasn’t that bad. But they did notice that my blood pressure was elevated when they were taking my vitals.

Well yeah… duh… I have every murder horror ever made playing through my head right now. I’m just going to chill here all calm and collected while you suck out my soul…

After being shown to my room my technician asked me a few questions, did a few things, then retook my blood pressure, which was actually normal for once. She was actually super nice and make me feel way more comfortable, so I guess that helped.

I had to wait about 10 minutes for the doctor to show up, during which time a friend that I was texting and I came to the conclusion that my doctor was actually a mass murderer and that I was actually staring in some weird lesbian dominatrix snuff porno… yeah… That’s what the world gets for leaving me alone to my own devices.

It was a pretty humorous conversation though and I’m glad that he let me be annoying and spam him with text messages. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise. Maybe hide in a corner because nothing bad ever happens in corners. Or ask to go home because deep down inside I’m really a five year old when it comes to medical stuff. It feels like it would be easier if I had an adultier adult with me.

Anywho, when my mass murdering doctor came it I was greeted by a super cute, sweet woman who was half my height and size. One of those people who you look at and think about how adorable they are because she’s so small. Back to the drawing board on my mass murder idea… damnit. And I had that story all fleshed out, too… : /

We talked about my pap. I guess with the changes to health care I don’t have to have one every year. It’s every three years now. Unless any of the tests come back as abnormal, which none of mine ever have. So instead of having to get one done, I am going to get them the information for the clinic I was going to so they can request my records. Huzzah! Dodged a bullet with that one.

Which meant we were moving on to talking about my blood work.

Insulin levels – Normal
Testosterone level – Normal
Good Cholesterol – A little low
Bad Cholesterol – A little high
Other stuff with weird names – Normal

Really there was only one test that she was concerned with, and the first thing she said was it could have been due to dehydration. I told her I was normally playing catch up with water, and during the time the blood work had been fasting, so I hadn’t had anything to drink for 12 hours.

She said that she wanted to get that test redone, just to be safe. So I currently have to make another appointment to give blood. Arg. But it’s good to know that I have been able to correct the imbalances that were there on my own, and that by continuing with good diet and exercise that I can improve my health even more. It’s a good feeling to know I did it on my own rather than using medication as a crutch.

I did it literally with blood, sweat, and tears. There’s something about that that makes me feel strong and makes me stand just a little bit taller.

That was the epic adventure for yesterday. I have to pick up a couple creams from Walgreens at some point today, but I have a fairly clean bill of health now, with the numbers to prove it.

I came back home after the appointment. Zane had called the school to see if we could schedule an appointment, which we could, just not for today… lame. Since I work at 1pm today we didn’t want to schedule the appointment for Wednesday, which left Thursday as our earliest option.

Zane filled out his FSAFA, so from the government he can get roughly $15k. That’s a lot better than nothing, but it leaves a lot to be taken out in personal loans which is where I become the co-signer. Not even going to broach that right now. We’ll wait until tomorrow.

There is a $40 application fee, which I would have to cover for him. We’re going to see if we can get information from financial aid for before having to pay for that. I would rather not apply only to be told that financially it wouldn’t work.

I ended up buckling down on my own and doing school work. The discussion assignments were actually pretty easy. We were broken up into groups and had to critique everyone else’s book cover assignment, which I still haven’t posted… eventually… one day… I will get around to posting my assignments on my blog. Today most likely isn’t that day…

We only had to critique three people, but since there were only 5 people in my group, including myself, I critiqued all four projects. I also did the first exercise assignment which involved taking everyday objects and creating a word out of them.

That was fun because I took some of the shisha we had and molded it into the word MINT. It was messy and hands on and I had a blast doing it. When Zane came out and asked me what I was doing I proudly got to say, “Art!” being all cryptic and what not. It was great.

After taking pictures of my masterpiece and cleaning up, I finished the assignment by typing up a few paragraphs about the piece and my process. Once the assignment was submitted I was pretty beat.

I had tried taking a nap before my doctor’s appointment but ended up waking up right at the beginning of a REM cycle so I was more exhausted than what I had started out at. Then with the stress of the visit, and then more brain power for school stuff… I was just dead.

I ended up curling up under the covers trying to rest. Zane left the room to play Fallout 3 on the tv, which left the room dark and quiet, so I ended up falling asleep. I think Zane tried to wake me up around 10, asking if I wanted to sleep more, which I did.

I woke up around midnight hungry and thirsty.

Zane had cooked dinner while I was working on homework earlier. We had the last pieces of steak with potatoes. It was fantastic. There was way more potatoes leftover though. So at midnight I had a small bowl of them with water.

I sat and watched a blurry tv screen after I was done eating for about 10 minutes, since I didn’t have my glasses, then went back to sleep, and stayed asleep until 9 this morning.

Zane came to bed around 7. He said he was sorry because he felt like he was going to sleep through most of the day, to which I said “Most likely.”

I’m not sure if that was a cruel thing to say, but it’s the truth. I dislike how there is a part of me who has given up on caring. I’ve told him that this bothers me, and he still does it, so when he says sorry, I don’t really feel anything. “Not sorry enough to not do it,” is what floats through my mind.

He did do laundry while I was sleep. And I’m trying to hold onto that fact even though he said he would do three other things and didn’t. The main thing I’m focusing on is that he played a video game for 11 hours. In 11 hours you couldn’t boil the eggs for tuna like you promised you would?

Can I not be petty and just boil the eggs myself without harboring resentment? >.<

They’re eggs. It’s not like it’s the end of the world.

Counter argument. It’s 11 hours and not placing responsibility as a priority. I wouldn’t be miffed if I hadn’t been told it would be done. Along with the kitchen floors and bathroom cleaned. But I was, so I was expecting something, and reality is different from what I as expecting, so I need to align myself with that.

Blah. I still need to make my to-do list for today, so I’m going to go do that and keep myself busy rather than focusing on this. I’m off and away to take over the day.