Sunday, January 31, 2010
See here for information that went out from Graceland.
Tom Powell was instrumental in shaping my Graceland years. I wasn't as close to him as some people were that were involved more in student life BUT, he is one of the first memories I have as an incoming freshman and there was never a day that I saw him that he didn't have a huge smile on his face, grinned, and "Hi Jenn!" I don't know how you COULDN'T be happy around him. He was the longest standing Dean of Students at any school in Iowa and I think there is a lot to be learned from anyone who ever came into contact with him: He had a zest for life, for people (especially students and Graceland), humility, sense of humor, and all good things that we could all probably strive more to have ourselves. I am saddened by this news and my heart and my thoughts are with his family and with the whole Graceland community.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Like I talked about here, Bella has been having one of her "flare ups" of her intestinal issues. She's had these ever since we've had her and we've learned how to treat them ($5K later, I might add...) However, this time, it just kept going and going. And an alarming new development: blood in poop. By Sunday evening, she had deteriorated within HOURS to pooing just straight, liquid blood. SCARY.
We had her fasting to give her tummy a break while also keeping water in her (to prevent dehydration) and of course tried everything else we could think of that had historically worked for her to help her feel better. NOTHING WORKED.
Monday morning, I got up with high hopes that some new supplements had helped her overnight as I gave her large doses of them Sunday night. No such luck. Straight blood again. AND, then she started throwing up even though she had nothing in her tummy. She has never done this before and it was VERY alarming (not like the blood wasn't enough....) She was probably just so dehydrated that she just felt sick. But then she started shaking/convulsing/and at the same time, not wanting to move out of her "house." At which point, I completely lost it....
Tim came home and I went to work (hi, busy season, I hate you) so he took her straight to the vet. Apparently also within hours, she had developed huge lesions on her tongue (and had some on her tummy). These were also new this time. By the time we got her to the vet early monday morning the vet told us she could be in kidney failure (!!!!!!!) OMFG. I guess that tongue lesions are a sign of this. Her GI system is just so pissed off, it was wreaking havoc on her whole body. So, about $500 and a whole day at the vet later, here's what we found out:
-No kidney failure (PHEW!)
-Electrolytes were totally fine
-Organs were all fine
-She was dehydrated so got a liter of fluid over the course of the day
-Got an injection of vitamin b (her levels were low)
-Got a steroid shot and more antibiotics
-Got instructions to put her on a VERY simple diet (IE: sweet potato cooked and turkey with no fat)
-Will gradually switch her to a kibble that fits her allergy profile
-Got a referral to an internist who will perform a $2K-$5K scope that would tell us exactly what's wrong with her (UGH)
So, short term? She's doing MUCH better. She THINKS she feels great and looks good too. But she's also still on a fairly simple diet and on antibiotics. Long term? We don't know. When things were really bad monday, the vet was talking about how she COULD have cancer, quality of life, etc, etc. And if she has cancer, the it's sort of a moot point to spend $2-$5K on a scope that will tell us that and only give her a few months to live. So I don't know what to do. We are just going to keep her on this diet for a while and beef up her supplements as well as continue to give her vitamin b shots. We'll see how she does on that and, hoping it all goes well, avoid spending more thousands of dollars on a scope that may or may not help her/prolong her life. We also may consider putting her on a steroid or a raw food diet that would probably also help her intestinal issue.
Most likely she probably has IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). It's common in boxers but she has it REALLY bad. The vet said she is one of 3 sickest dogs she's seen in her 20 year practice in this regard. Yikes. None of her littermates or parents have anything remotely close to this so it's very odd. At least she has us to take care of her! It's been a rough week but we will get through it...and hopefully at the end the little babe is ok.
A shot of Bella and I.... I love this girl and just want her to feel good!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
But alas, I didn't. So, down it went. Oh MAN, was it gross. It was partly a mind thing just because it looked so disgusting but it really didn't taste a whole lot better. I DO have to say though... the stuff ABSOLUTELY made me recover faster. I felt like a million bucks after drinking that shake. I think it is amazing for your muscles so if I can stomach it, I'll definitely be drinking this again after workouts.
Friday, January 22, 2010
My achilles. Literally. It's still messed up after, um, 7 months and a while ago I posted everything I've tried to make it better. EVERYTHING. SO, a few days ago I went to physical therapy to try to get it to 100%. I got convinced that I should try this in conjunction with alternative treatments like rolfing (deep tissue massage or something to that affect), orthotripsy (shock wave therapy) and other things (IE: natural anti-inflammatories, pineapple, ice, etc). Additionally, a new alternative treatment includes Topricin:
Topricin is a topical homeopathic ointment that has arnica (also a homeopathic herb) as a base and is known for healing sports/trauma injuries (thanks to Timmy for finding it for me!) I tried it last weekend and it helped SO MUCH. I was even able to take Bella on a walk!! SWEET! I was so excited that I took her on two walks in the same day... NOTE TO SELF: do not get overly ambitious. That 2nd walk was quite painful.
A few days after said walks: my achilles was feeling generally ok at probably 65% (MUCH BETTER than it has been). But I still had the physical therapy appointment booked. I did NOT want to go. I dragged myself in there thinking, "this is stupid, a waste of time, won't help." I know, horrible attitude. BUT GUESS WHAT. FASTFORWARD- I WAS RIGHT.
GUESS WHAT FREAKING HAPPENED!?!?!?!!?!??!?!
After doing stretches, etc., they finished off the hour by doing electric/ice therapy. IT FUCKING HURT. Like a 7 out of 10 on the scale and I generally have a pretty high pain tolerance. I mean I was almost in tears. I kept asking the PT gal if it was supposed to hurt so badly and if after this hurts like bloody fucking hell, it will feel better. Her response was that, "Yes, it will feel much better afterwards." Oh yeah, I forgot, it's STUPID TO TRUST PEOPLE. So, I hobble out of there (even though I didn't even hobble in...) and can barely drive. It is THROBBING, and not even my achilles but the right side of my foot.
A few hours later? Still throbbing. WTF. So I pull down my sock and what do I find? THIS:
That bitch gave me FROSTBITE on my foot!!! Literally. It was blistered/red like an incredibly bad sunburn. And for the next 3 days, I could barely walk, not wear socks/shoes, basically slept with a bottle of aloe...and of course, completely bitched out the PT center (who, funny enough, happen to be a client of mine...) The PT director is graveling trying to get me to come back and keeps telling me "it's an isolated incident, it will heal, it's just a burn, now we know so please come back." The dude is smoking crack. I was so mad! I mean, seriously?! A freaking cold burn on my foot? I don't really think that was part of the plan to make my achilles feel better but I do have to say that as a result of the painful burn, I haven't noticed my achilles in about 4 days. Perhaps that WAS part of their plan... But, alas, regardless, I do not like the "burn therapy" notion of pain relief. So, I've decided no more physical therapy. I now know that I very much dislike that option and will go the other routes- which is what I wanted to do in the first place. Should have listened to that damn intuition! In the meantime, I won't be doing anything with that foot other than slathering aloe all over it... Seriously?! I can't believe stuff like this actually happens. It's not even really a cool story- if I thought about ever getting frostbite, it would be cooler to say I got it while hiking Rainier!
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Bella laying around with her buddy Calvin. Actually more like he's laying with her since it is her bed.... oh and she kept farting in his face. He didn't move so I guess he liked the "sisterly love?" Gross. (As a sidenote, part of her tummy issues involve INCREDIBLY bad gas, I mean, I can't even describe how bad it gets... it's always an indication of the flare up in store).
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
As I mentioned in my post about the holidays back in Missouri, that part of the country has been hammered by wintry weather. This has not ceased since we left over 3 weeks ago. And it sounds like it has even gotten worse... some warm days cause the snow mixture on the ground to melt then as the day progresses, it turns into ice.
Well, on January 11, my mom found out just how treacherous the situation is out there. She was headed out to get the mail and BOOM. She wiped out on ice, hit her head and spent the next 5-6 days in the hospital suffering from a severe concussion. Now, I've never had a concussion but it sounds HORRIBLE (dizziness, throwing up, severe headache, head staples). She is lucky in that she didn't break anything, hopefully didn't hurt her shoulder more (which she just had rotator cuff surgery on), and didn't have any brain bleeding. Needless to say, though, it is going to be a long recovery.
Many thanks to all of you for offering your good thoughts her way over the course of this last week and a half.
Monday, January 18, 2010
But April 15 is the date that we all take a deep breath, look around and realize, holy shit- a new SEASON (SPRING!) arrived while we were buried under papers in our offices and client offices from 6am-10pm, 6-7 days a week for 3 months. And it's almost warm. And there are flowers. And green trees. And holy freaking hell, I finally get to join the world of the living again! It's almost like being reborn. Maybe THAT'S why we all do this- because every year on April 15, we re-discover the beauty of the world again and we genuinely appreciate our "low key" jobs that exist for 9 months out of the year as well as our free time/spouses/homes, etc. So on that date of rediscovering ourselves and the world around us, we then all party with the tax guys who do have firm deadlines on April 15 and we wrap up our busy season for the next month working much leaner hours and no weekends. It makes all the difference in the world.
And NO. I do not want to get any emails about how I just said we lose our identity and "but, I'm an accountant, I still have free time, I don't lose myself." DIDN'T SAY THAT. Truthfully, this busy season can be very invigorating at times and very exhausting at others. It's just like any other job in that respect. I can't REALLY complain. I can't. I have a pretty great life 9 months out of the year and mostly everyone I know works as hard, if not harder, than I do. My hard work is just really, really confined to about 3 months out of the year, which all of us in this profession bitch profusely about. It truly does suck working so long and so hard but after 3 months, it's over. But something about this crazy schedule works for those of us that have stayed in it, which is why we continue to do it year after year. HOWEVER I reserve the right to bitch from January-April.
So anyway, this madness that us crazy accountants call busy season has started... at least for those of us in audit/assurance/consulting. Tax is still ramping up. I am ready to go this year. I pre-bought all of my makeup and all necessities that I could possibly need in the next 3 months so that I don't have to worry about it. We accountants are planners like that. I've been out at clients since the first week of January and my calendar? Well, it looks like a kindergartener scribbled all over a coloring book without any rhyme or reason and with a million different colors. Complete madness, I tell you. But, we'll get through it, we always do and I promise I'll try to keep up with the posting. What I can't promise is how interesting the posts will be.... This time of year my life revolves around work, eating, minimal sleep, attempting to keep working out, and wine. Yes, wine. You cannot survive busy season without wine. Most accountants this time of year are alcoholics about one night a week. Just saying.
Below are some early and pre-busy season activities that I haven't had a chance to post about yet. Enjoy!
The weekend after one of my first projects got underway and prior to my first out of town trip, at a favorite Thai restaurant. So delicious!
Friday, January 8, 2010
Last night after working at a client, I went to whole foods to get the staples: veggies/fruit, peanut butter, jam, cereal, milk, tea. It was pretty convenient since the client is right next door to whole foods and since I've been getting up at 4am all week and into the office by 5:30-6, I was NOT going to the gym... I went to the gym Monday (1.5 hrs strength training), Tuesday (1 hr cardio), AND Wednesday (2hrs strength training/cardio). Awesome.
But, last night? Night off from. I'm going back to the gym today anyway for more strength training and "running" (aka: stupid elliptical) tomorrow (if I can avoid urgent care again unlike last Saturday....) Just so everyone knows, this isn't a new routine. I just really haven't posted my workout regimen before but I've been asked about it, so there it is for all of you curious people out there. Some days I just dance around my house for cardio. Trust me, it's a great workout...and anyone who is around (even animals) look at you like you're crazy. Total riot. Other days when I don't have a broken achilles, I hike, walk, run, swim (in summer) etc. I just get bored easily and feel AWESOME when I'm active, SO, I stay active. Simple enough. There is not a day that goes by when I don't do something- even if it's just walking around the dog park or cleaning the house (not my FAVORITE "active" thing, by the way but cleaning is definitely a necessity for us all, eh?)
Whole foods last night. I was feeling very ambitious about trying new things. I have been drinking organic skim (cow's) milk. And by drinking I mean occasionally using it to cook and on cereal in the mornings. I KNOW. I can't believe I use bovine milk either. I don't have a problem with soy, (I get soy lattes), I've been SO wanting to try almond milk or hemp milk (hemp isn't really widely available yet that I've seen) but I just haven't made the conversion to using an alternative to cow's milk every day...I guess just because I use so little of it anyway and I figure that organic skim milk isn't THAT bad even though it still does have hormones, lactose, all of that crap.
So last night, I decided, that's it. The end. I'm sick of cow milk. Gross. So I bought 3 milks: organic soy, almond, and cow (just in case I really hated one of the 2 alternatives). Last night I tried soy. I was a little up in the air on soy because it has been shown to have some harmful affects even with its benefits. It was OOOK (with some hesitation)...(but this morning I admitted to myself that it made me want to puke). But I don't know WHY it was so repulsive to me. I love tofu, edamame, and generally like all things soy. And like I said, soy lattes? Yum! But soy milk in it's cold, raw form on cereal? BARF. BY THE WAY! I have never posted about my FAVORITE cereal. I need to add that to the posting list.
Anyway, after that sort of failed attempt at getting off the cow, I resorted to almond milk. But, outcome is to be determined because I actually haven't tried it yet (will try it this weekend or I might tonight). I am SUPER optimistic and excited for it though. I have read such great things about it and last night I was doing more research on it, the health benefits, etc, etc AND! in the process I stumbled on the coolest new blog (that also gave me a recipe to make my OWN almond milk and called almond milk "drinking 100% health." Um, yes, please!) So, here's the new blog address (also linked to the right) that I stumbled on. For all of you people out there into health/nutrition, specifically organic health/nutrition, it will be right up your alley.
And I'll fill everyone in on the almond milk experience once I know. I have high hopes.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Did I mention HATE?
Urgent care in itself is one GIANT symbol of all that is wrong with western medicine. And I will not bore everyone with that theory but there it is in all of its glory. I really HATE urgent care and most of the time, western medicine although it did save my ass from the infection of the year. Thanks, western medicine. I'll visit you again someday but hopefully NOT SOON. (And as an aside, I do ADMIRE western medicine and think that it is a phenomenal TOOL and I do highly respect all of the advancements that western medicine has for extending/improving people's lives that are ill-and have a deep respect for all of the medical professionals that work in western medicine...(deep breath) BUT.... I just think there is a lot of abuse of the system and it isn't used in a way that would really "heal" people. Again, won't bore everyone right now with that theory either).
As another aside, after said urgent care experience, I promptly found a ND on monday of this week. ND meaning naturopathic doctor. I am SO excited for it. She will be my primary care physician and is a certified physician in Washington state. And has been extensively trained in women's/pediatric care and midwifery. And, if I were to get infections like said ear, I could get antibiotics from her. AND, AND! They are SO NICE. The gal I talked to wanted to find the "right fit" for me for a doctor and said that the whole practice is just like a big family. I meet her in a week or so. Such a great vibe...and ALMOST made me forget about my stupid western medicine experience a few days ago at urgent care. Until they called today.
(How's that for a transition after a few paragraphs of tangents!?)
Oops, but one more tangent. I have to give some brief history. I just need to say first say how much I hate health insurance in addition (or complementing, possibly) my hate of urgent care/western medicine. Anyone who says that the healthcare in the US doesn't need reform is smoking crack. And not any sort of crack that makes me look at someone and say, "Hey, you might be onto something, that looks fun, let me try!" Nope, we're talking bad, bad, hair falling out, teeth shattering, hysteria inducing crack here. Whether you are conservative, liberal, or just trying to figure out WHAT you are in the political respect, healthcare needs reform, it's just a matter of trying to decide HOW and what's best. (And I know this from personal experience just as much as I hear how horrible it is from Tim who experiences the abuse of the system every day that he works...)
So. Health insurance. My name is still under my prior name. I have been arguing with them on this FOR OVER A YEAR and they won't change it. Not the main reason why I dislike them so much (mostly that's because they rape us in costs/premiums as much as possible and we have a pretty damn GOOD plan). The name thing is just another added annoyance...because everything ELSE is changed. EVERYTHING. And has been for over a year.
So the phone call goes something like this (I call them back after they left me a message):
Me: Hi, I'm trying to reach a nurse who called me earlier.
Receptionist: What's your name?
Me: [I give them my married name]
Receptionist: Ok, I'll transfer you.
NURSE GETS ON THE LINE:
Nurse: Hi, is this Jennifer?
Nurse: What's your last name?
Me: [Married name] but it could be under [prior name]
Nurse: Well I don't see any call back records for you.
Me: Ok, well you guys called me?
Nurse (AFTER TEN MINUTES OF LOOKING!!!): Nope, nothing
Me: Well, I was just in there Saturday and it probably relates to my infection.
Nurse (AFTER ANOTHER 10 F-ING MINUTES!!! Now I know why urgent care is so inefficient!!): Oh, could it be under [prior name]?
Me: I TOLD YOU THAT AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CONVERSATION [wanting to add dumbass! to this remark...]
Nurse: Oh, well we just wanted to call to tell you that you DO have an infection but the antibiotics you are on are effective to treat it so just keep taking them.
....And end of conversation.
Does anyone else see why this is so RIDICULOUS?! Ten seconds to solve the idiocy of this whole phone call.
HELLO! This was an unbelievably STUPID waste of time because:
1) I already KNEW I had an infection and so did the doctor who saw me Saturday who GAVE me antibiotics for said infection
2) As mentioned, I am already ON antibiotics for this infection that is ALREADY treating the infection (FOR FOUR DAYS NOW!!)
3) Obviously, I am continuing to take these SAME antibiotics to CONTINUE to treat the SAME DAMN infection.
WTF? Did the nurse just repeatedly hit her head and forget how to be intelligent? Or perhaps urgent care is required to have so many stupid instances a month to be qualified as an official "urgent care." So to meet that quota, they have to call people to tell them, "Oh, just so you don't forget: you have an infection." or, "Just so you don't forget: you have a COLD." Ugh, idiots!
Whatever the reason, someone please tell me WHAT IN THE HELL was the point of that redundant and stupid phone call that wasted 20 minutes of my time?!
Oh, I know: the point of it all was so that I could waste another 15 minutes posting about how much I hate urgent care. Got it, confirmed.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Bella is doing well but she is getting on my nerves as well. I have taken to calling her Princess Bella because she thinks that she is entitled to anything and everything she wants. Case in point: she ran her ASS off over the weekend on Saturday AND I kept her awake all evening thinking that would make for a nice, relaxing Sunday morning. NOOOOPE. Princess Bella was whining and bored at 9:45 AM. NINE FORTY FIVE. And no, it's not like I was making her sleep. No, not at all. I was awake at 7am and she got up then, ate, played, etc. So you would think that she could just relax after a big day Saturday and fairly early morning Sunday. YOU WOULD THINK. But we are talking about a boxer puppy here. A puppy with ENDLESS energy. She whines, she wants attention, she wants to run, she barks (AT 5 F-ING 30 the other morning!), she jumps on Tim knowing that HE will give her the hugs/attention she wants...even when she's been getting it for HOURS already. I mean, we are not talking about a neglected pup here. I am ready for her to hit about 2 years old so that her energy level dwindles just a little bit. Or I am ready to adopt another boxer puppy just so that she has a playmate. Wait.... I just lost my mind. No way. No other boxer puppy.
And not to mention: I really want to be able to NOT have to take her to daycare every day. As in: leave her at home and (gasp) TRUST HER. It's just not possible unless she is beyond belief exhausted which doesn't seem to happen no matter HOW long she runs with other dogs (example: Saturday was pushing 2 hours at 120%...never seen her go that hard and she played at home for at least 5-6 hours and ran errands with for 2 hours. Seriously...the whole day was consumed with her). If she isn't exhausted, she'll chew, eat/ingest toys, pounce on 8 pound kitties (which would equal a dead kitty if we weren't home, I could only imagine), poop/pee in the house. Why do I say she would go to the bathroom in the house? Oh I don't know, because pooping and peeing are two of her favorite past times! She goes A MILLION times a day. Seriously, that much. So, we can't leave her at home by herself. I so thought that by this busy season we would be THERE but we just aren't. I get sort of frustrated about that.
She's also still having tummy issues. She had a huge flare up while we were in Kansas City, beginning on Christmas Eve. She had had a little flare up prior to us leaving town so we put her on an antibiotic that was supposed to "cure all" in terms of boxer colitis. DIDN'T WORK as evidenced by her completely liquid poops about 8 times per day while we were out of town (our poor neighbor....) But seriously? Shocker, it's Bella the puppy that is incurable in this regard. So, on the weekend of Christmas when we got home, I sent an email off to our natural puppy supplement lady to get more supplements for Bella since they are the only thing that seems to work for her. It makes sense though- use the supplements as a means to control whatever is wrong with her. I mean, it was $470 (OUCH) BUT. The supplements last for about a year which then doesn't seem like that much of sticker shock PLUS it makes more sense to just get it under control than to keep running tests, trying medicines to try to solve the problem. Obviously the problem is just a chronic tummy issue- whether it's colitis, irritable bowel or whatever- it's chronic so if we just have to control it forever to have a happy, healthy dog, I'd rather do that than essentially torturing her for another year just trying to figure out what's wrong.
So, that's the update on the animals. Princess Bella and the obese kitty bastards. I love them all to pieces of COURSE...I really truly do. It is so rewarding to have them and it's so fun to "know" each of them and their own distinct personalities...and to take care of them, give them a good life, etc. But, WOW, somedays, those personalities just drive me nuts. Especially when you have 3 ornry animals that are just out to show you how cool being ornry is.....
An example of the ornry kitty Calvin. I don't have a picture of him doing what he does to us, so I'll show you how he drives Bella nuts. He also likes to punch her cheeks...and bite them. He is a tough little guy. Bella gets pretty confused when we don't let her pounce on him since he dominates her so much.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Saturday, January 2nd, 2010 was supposed to be a great day. I was going to get up, go "running" (aka: elliptical since my foot is still unfunctional) and then it was time to just enjoy the weekend. It didn't really go like that. I mean sort of, it just didn't start off in the way that I had imagined. And really, in the grand scheme, the day wasn't THAT bad, I'll be realistic.
When I got out of bed at 7am to a throbbing right side of my head, only to look in the mirror and see my ear swollen OVER my new piercing and bright red, which in turn made me feel slightly ill and grasp the sink so that I wouldn't keel over (as an aside: I HATE when things on me look bad or weird)?
Well, I freaked out.
Due to the immense size of my ear, the fact I couldn't even SEE the piercing remotely (I actually thought it had fallen out during the middle of the night and spent 10 minutes looking for it in bed only to determine there was no way the back was still attached if nothing was on the front), the GIANT redness of the "bump" and the fact that it was bleeding (GROSS!), I immediately went to my friend google.
I've said it before and will say it again: I HATE GOOGLE IN CASES LIKE THIS. Of course google directed me to sites that told me I was going to die if I didn't remove the jewelry rightthissecond (um, hello?! Not possible when my SKIN is COVERING the jewelry and there is no way to do that unless I pull it OUT the other end...um OWWWWW!) But other more tame options were: soaking in hot salt water, ice for inflammation, antibiotics for the infection.
Let me just say: I obviously KNEW it was infected. I knew I needed antibiotics. And I knew going into getting this piercing that the likelihood for infection for this piercing was about 90% (it's a tricky spot because there is no blood flow in the tragus and it's prone to infections). BUT I'd been soaking it every day in hot salt water since getting it pierced to prevent what I knew could likely happen. I'd done so good at preventing even any swelling!
Until last week.
It had been a few weeks, I wanted to listen to my freaking ipod at the gym. Luckily I only stuck an earphone into ONE ear (coincidentally the right one)... and THAT, my friends, is how to win yourself infection of the year. On January 2, 2010.
So, I go soak in hot salt water, I put ice on it to get the swelling down and I call Tim a million times, texted him telling him PROBLEM. CALL ASAP. COME HELP ME. As soon as he did, I told him my little situation (at this point I was fairly calm thinking that I'd just soak it all day and it would be fine).
Fast forward to 45 minutes later when he gets home. First words out of his mouth, "Holy shit Jenn, we are going to urgent care ASAP. That looks HORRIBLE."At which point I started uncontrollably bawling for 30 minutes. Because HELLO. Nothing like someone else freaking out to really scare the shit out of you (and, not to mention a PARAMEDIC who sees people who I would assume are much worse off everyday!!) Jesus. Not to mention, he had gotten NO sleep the night before and his moods/perceptions of things when he has no sleep? Not good. Can't blame him but it was not a good mix that morning.
I then made myself busy trying to find the front of the earring. I was determined because he told me I would have to pull it out the other end (NOOO!) So I just pushed the hell out of the stupid thing and YES! It popped through (but WOW, that hurt). Once that happened, I knew I had a shot at a) not removing the jewelry and b) saving immense amounts of pain and c) not dying like google said I would.
Tim and I both got calmed down quite a bit after that and he convinced me that my ear wasn't going to fall off and continued to tell me that google was wrong, I wasn't going to get an infection in my brain and die, but I DID still desperately need antibiotics. Since it was Saturday (and since we don't have a primary care doctor- we don't really ever need one except for stuff like this!), we headed down to urgent care.
I HATE URGENT CARE. HATE HATE HATE HATE. (I also hate antibiotics/any other drugs too but oh well. Had no option this time).
The wait always takes FOREVER and I already KNEW what I needed. And there are always a million people there who are flu-sick who SHOULD wear masks but instead sit there and hack all over everyone. Ugh. And the staff there treat you like cows...heard you in, heard you out. So annoying.
So after two hours, I get in. Get my temperature taken, my blood pressure, my oxygen levels. EVEN THOUGH I'M NOT SICK! UGH! Just look at my ear, idiots! But on the plus side, my oxygen level was at 100 (the highest/best possible), my heart rate was great at 60, and my blood pressure was great at 110/70. So, I guess that was good to know.
I finally see the doctor and 5 minutes later I am on my way with a prescription for antibiotics. And now, two days later, my ear is totally fine, a little swollen still but fine. It looks like I'll be able to keep my cute (again) piercing. And I learned my lesson: no headphones. At least for a while. And I am going to research primary care docs in the area, preferably of the naturopathic kind so that I can avoid urgent care AT ALL COSTS going forward.
A picture of the ear when it's NORMAL: non-massive, non-swollen, non-gross. Turns out I was too freaked out Saturday to take a picture of it in all of its swollen, red glory. I should have...it was pretty impressive. Just imagine a huge red ball over the top of the stud. It stuck up probably a half inch and was red all the way around the tragus and onto my face (not kidding).
Luckily, the rest of the weekend was pretty low key. Lots of puppy time at the dog park (which, coincidentally went HORRIBLY saturday...she was in big, big trouble and had several time outs but sunday she was AWESOME), dinners, cuddle time, reading by fires, drinking tea. It was perfect... Although it started a bit shaky, I ended up having a great "last weekend"...the weekend before the unofficial start of busy season.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
SO, the list is now:
-Inactivity (meaning no running, hiking, or high impact stuff (even including walking when it's flaring up, which coincidentally is most of the time). This is KILLING ME and is going on for um, SIX FREAKING MONTHS NOW!!)
-Anti-inflammatory (like advil)
-Arnica (homeopathic treatment)
My chiropractic friend Jill told me to try cold laser physical therapy as well...it is on my list to do. But of course the trainer at my gym told me that only works for about 50% of people. Oh well, willing to try it, regardless. The other trainer at my gym told me he knows a guy who does massage type work, targeted for these injuries where he will just basically massage them (OUCH). His words: "It hurts like utter hell but it really works." I think I'll wait a bit on adding that option to the list. I'm going to give pineapple a shot first. Let's just hope that SOMETHING works before the year mark and the dreaded surgery word that the ortho doc told me....
Update: I just noticed this morning on one of the supplements I take (a whole enzyme one) that it has said Pineapple stuff in it... Hmm. Interesting.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Well, I'm not sure what happened in January 2009 other than possibly busy season just jumped right in and kicked my ass, but I have NO pictures from January last year and no recollection of anything significant happening (other than, I imagine, trying to prepare for the next few months of busy season). So, we'll jump right into February 2009- when I had to go to Alaska for work and Tim joined me. He got to explore the beautiful frozen tundra and I worked. Of course we found time to play and explore some together too. It was a fun trip.
We all loved lounging in the warm sun after the winter.
Those playdates always end like this.
Also in June, we went down to my cousin Patrick's graduation from the University of Oregon in Eugene. Fun weekend trip and we got to spend time with my brother prior to it and see my family during it!
This picture was taken during Bella's first experience with wind (after the ceremony). She was not sure what to make of it so she went nuts.
When we got back from Hawaii, it was almost Halloween and Bella was exhausted from so much time at her "puppy hotel." But we made her get in the Halloween spirit anyway. It's more than we did...Tim had to work on Halloween and I took it easy (meaning stayed home and handed out candy to kids). Yes, totally an old married couple.