midweek confessions.

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Since the year began, if I don't have an evening meeting/dinner/etc. I'm in my pj's within 15 minutes of coming in the door.

I ate 24 apples last week.  I don't really see a problem with that.  Other than my grocery bill, which I blew on apples.

I have Christmas presents that I haven't mailed yet.  I'm so ashamed.

I'm sick  feeling-under-the-weather  want to breathe unhindered...not at 100%.  I'm finally confessing it to myself here too.

     One side effect of not feeling 100% is that I've been awake, WIDE awake, since 3:40 this morning.  And I am WIDE awake right now.  What in the world?

     I took out the trash this morning around 4:45 wearing my pjs, long fluffy pink robe, and the pashmina scarf I wore yesterday wrapped around my head.  #thankful the sun wasn't out yet.

     I've been the grumpiest sick person ever.  My default face has been a scowl.  I've had to remind myself a couple times tonight, "Diana, you are an ADULT," when all I want to do sit on the floor by myself (with a blanket because I'm freezing) and do nothing.

a day in the life

Erika over at Something Beautiful did an awesome "day-in-the-life" post which has since prompted some of her fellow bloggers to follow suite, including me!  So here's yesterday...

5:45 a.m.
Alarm goes off, and I stay in bed for 30 minutes reading, checking my phone, etc.  Realize it's 6:30 and time to pull myself out of bed for the gym.  Quickly get dressed, grab my water cup, and head out.  Do double-cardio (30 minutes elliptical and run a quick mile) and some weights, realize I'm running late now, and hurry home.

Quickly make coffee (I'm on my last bag of Christmas blend, boo) and cereal (bran cereal; I can't have my favorite because it is still too hard for my jaw),



and post a blog for church.  I wash up my breakfast dishes, pack a work snack and dinner (snack, 3 apples for throughout the day; dinner, clementines and turkey & vegetable soup I made), and go upstairs to my room to make the bed and to get ready for work.


This isn't me the first second I roll out of bed, but I don't look much different (confession--there was no face washing or any other grooming before going to the gym, other than re-pinning my hair on top of my head).  And yes, those are sweat spots on my shirt.  I was soaked.

While in the shower figure out my outfit, quickly do a pitiful attempt on my hair (I was sweaty and it was raining so not a lot of effort was contributed), put on my outfit (hoping it works because I don't have time to change), fix my makeup, and get to work.

9:00 a.m.
Walk into my office,

and evaluate my to-do list.  On Tuesday at work boss lady asked for me to help organize two cubicles (which were total dumping grounds for everyone in the building), a project I jumped in with abandon.  I quickly knocked out some essential Wednesday emails, and then went to planning the organizing--I was chomping at the bit to get going.

The organizing project quickly snowballed into me beginning to work on every closet and workroom in the building.  My heart was d-e-l-i-g-h-t-e-d.

11:30 a.m.
I took a break to have lunch with my dear dear friend Julie.

She's basically one of my favorite people ever.  We went to Marti's at Midday...SO GOOD.

Get back to work and continue organizing & cleaning until I have to pause for the day to prep for an after work meeting for an upcoming project.  At around 4:30 start on my snack (fruit...apples), and keep prepping. I don't often have to work past 5, and even more rarely have to stay for meetings, so I wanted to prep well.

Realize I haven't gotten my outfit photo and Erika conveniently walks by, so we take care of that.

The Hunter wellies were a find from Suska during Christmas.  They were never worn, and I paid 1/4 of there original price.  They are pretty high up there on my best deal ever list.

Regroup and game-plan for Thursday, prioritizing the pile on my day-planner,


go to the meeting, finish, go back to my office, quickly eat the rest of my Marti's salad (soup can wait), grab my stuff, and then fly off to small group.

7:00 p.m.
Go to small group (I LOVE these people),


laugh a lot, am exhausted at the end of group, so I leave quickly once group is done.  Arrive home, talk to my roommate, have some apples (final apple count for the day--5),


open a beer (I got a sampler from Publix and this one was the first dud.  I didn't finish a 1/3 of it before I poured it out), read for a bit before falling asleep sitting up, and drag myself up to bed a short while later.

And that was my Wednesday.

just because.

Today started innocently enough.  An out of town uncle came to town on his way to Florida and I had breakfast with him, and then I got to work on time.  I knew I'd have a full day, but I definitely wasn't anticipating it being as busy as it was.  I just know that I didn't start my daily to-do list until almost 3 p.m., and the get-accomplished stack never really went down.  I'm already in my pjs, and it's 8 p.m.  Success.

I think you either love it or hate it, but dear goodness I am in the LOVING this weather camp.  l.o.v.i.n.g.  I wore a skirt and sleeveless blouse today--without tights.  Without a cardigan.  It was awesome.  I haven't shivered in like 48 hours.  On Saturday I wore a pair or shorts that I got on sale to wear while in the Bahamas in November that I never actually wore while in the Bahamas.

The shorts got me thinking about the Bahamas, and I realized I never shared that many pictures on this forum.  It's not flashback day-anything...maybe flashback pretty?

This is where we stayed at.  One of those--maybe the blue on the edge?  It was great.  Because it wasn't  at the towers it was definitely a more relaxed pace.  Oh gosh.  I sound like I'm 27 going on 80.

Birthday dinner!  SO good.  

View from one of my favorite pools (that doesn't feel presumptuous to type at all...); in the water in front were sharks!  No swimming allowed.  There was this attraction you could do where you put on a metal suit and this head thing and walked with sharks.  Um...instead we

swam with dolphins!  This guy was a rescue from Louisiana.  Hurricane Katrina destroyed the marine park and a lot of dolphins got washed out to sea, and because they couldn't live on their own they were taken in by other marine life centers.  At least that's what they said.  It could have been a total lie said to engender sympathies.

The bridge my aunt and I ran over each morning.  So beautiful!

Of fairy tales and Duck Dynasty

I'm operating at about 95% energy and feeling good this weekend.  I'm going to consider myself at 100% when I can have a KIND bar before a long run; but since bread is still tough, I'm going to wait on that.  On Thursday I was cleared to slowly resume normal activity and eating as able.  On Friday morning I completed and survived a 20 minute walk, so yesterday I threw myself into activity with abandon.  Sorta.  I was doing a run with a friend and a few steps in I thought, "oh no.  This is going to be rough."  It took me a while to get going, but I was able to run 3 miles and walk 2 in the morning, then in the afternoon walked a little over 3 miles with a friend.  This morning I felt like I was hit by a train when I woke up and was sad to realize it was probably because of all the moving.

I did get up with an alarm this morning because I was eager to finish the book I started last night-The Princess and the Goblin by George McDonald.  I was given another of his books before surgery last week and read it while recovering.  I started The Princess and the Goblin around 9something last night, read till I fell asleep, and then quickly reached for it after telling my body to get over the soreness this morning.  Granted these are children's fairy tales so they don't take too long to read, there are SO many hidden gems within it (like C.S. Lewis with The Chronicles of Narnia).

Two (of many) favorite quotes:
"And the loftiest hope is the surest of being fulfilled."

"Only when the nurse spoke to her, she answered her, for a real princess is never rude--even when she does well to be offended."

Also on the docket for me has been Duck Dynasty.  I bought the first season off Amazon ($10-woah!) before surgery and I cracked up to it many evenings last week.  I laughed so hard at it one night that I made myself sick (honestly though, that didn't take a lot of effort to accomplish).

And finally, apples.  I usually eat 2-3 (large) apples a day (2 for lunch, 1 for snack), so they were definitely (other than kale) the thing I was missing most last week.  On Friday morning I tried one and it was way to hard, so at Trader Joe's yesterday I saw little apples, and tried one without hurt!

And then I ate 6 more.

a wise tale

Preface:  If you're squeamish, don't read this one.

They're outta here!  Well, they've been outta here.  My wisdom teeth, that is.  I saw them too.  As I was coming out of my drug induced state the nurse asked me, "do you want to see them?" I think I mumbled something affirmative, and then I'm pretty sure I turned green.  Pretty sure, but not 100%, but we'll get to that.

Here's my timeline of events...

Thursday

Had a good long run in the morning in preparation of not being able to for a week.  Worked, and had a minor freak out during the afternoon (hey there nerves!).  Had dinner with Kelli, wandered around Target for about an hour, went home, and used nervous energy to organize everything I could organize, label all of my medicines on top of the lids, re-read and note the post care instructions, sort out my room, switch purses, iron the tablecloth, and a couple other odds and ends.

Friday

Wake-up, shower, run a bit late and missed Cindy knocking on my door for a couple minutes because I'm blow drying my hair.  Get to the dentist office, get settled in.  I remember him starting the IV, and about 5 seconds later things go hazy.  The last thing I remember is the doctor saying he was going to cover my eyes with a towel and I asked why, and that was it.  I (think) I was out of it for the entire time, and only remember being really cold a couple of times.  Apparently when time to go I communicated to the doctor that I didn't want to go in a wheelchair (yikes).  

Get to Jane's, have to have my gauze switched out already because I'm still bleeding a lot.  Begin cycle of rouse because needing meds and needing to change my gauze, take meds, sleep, take more meds, new gauze, sleep.  I don't have many memories of Friday, but I know I sent a lot of text messages (some surprising coherent--punctuation and all), I was visited by sweet Z and Mary during the day, and my dentist called.  I know this was because of drugs influence, but I sent Nutan a couple pics of myself during this time.  I'd post them here, but you can see bloody gauze in my mouth (and my mouth was as closed as it was going to get).  Eww.  According to the post-care sheet I should have stopped bleeding around 1 or so, but that carried on strong until Saturday afternoon.

Saturday

Wake up around 4 a.m. for around an hour, then Lortab myself back to sleep.  Wake up at 8, meds, gauze, read, sleep, gauze, read, and up at noon.  Decide it's time to get moving, and try to make the bed.  This went pretty well, except for the times I had to stop because the world was spinning.  And here's where things go sour.  I go to do to the rinses.  Bad.  News.  Maybe because I hadn't had anything than a glass of water or so, but I got the salt water rinse in my mouth and I go from a slightly tottering-dizzy lady to a shaking-on-the-floor-dry-heaving lady in a matter of moments.  I'm committed to finishing the rinses (stubborn!), and manage to rinse one more time before I toss in the towel (or actually just sit on the commode with my head between my knees praying the world will stop spinning and that I won't throw up).  Jane comes and rubs my back, prays for me, and gets me a nausea pill.  I stumble back to bed, cover my head with a pillow, and am out again till 3:30 p.m.

Work on getting up again and the world is fuzzy.  A sweet friend is over and had brought me homemade custard, and we talk for a bit.  I then realize I'm ferociously craving coffee, and because I can't have hot beverages I quickly make up an iced one.  After a while Jane goes to order dinner and I go with her (wanting to be awake for awhile!) and get mashed potatoes, which take about a half hour to finish.  I read some more, go through some hot/cold spells, watch Duck Dynasty with Jane, do the mouth washes with greater success, and go off to bed with a narcotic.

Around 5 on Saturday, while running errands with Jane.

Sunday

Wake up from 2:45-3:30 a.m.ish (right when the pain killer wears off), and go back to bed till around 7:30.  Jane is at church so I read, have some iced coffee (I know my addictions), cuddle with Bella the dog, become more alert and decide it's a terrific time to go for a walk.  Wisdom intervened, and I called a friend to let them know how I was doing.  I was strongly discouraged against the walk (which was great since a dizzy spell came after just taking a shower),and I lie low till church, then head home.

Monday-Wednesday
Back at work!  I haven't been able to eat anything textured, so I've been going on yogurt, ice dream, mashed potatoes, and ice dream.  I don't know if it's because of that, or because I haven't been able to do my usual exercise routine-diet heavy in fruits & veggies, and/or I'm still healing up, but I've had no energy.  I've been wiped out most nights by 5:30.  Pain hasn't been a huge issue, just minor-to-major discomfort.  I started bruising yesterday, so I literally look a bit green in the face.  Post-op is tomorrow, and the stitches will be a comin' out!  And I can't wait to ask what I said.  Gulp.

Overall
This experience was nothing as bad as I imagined.  My mouth hurt so much before the surgery that I'm even more thankful to have them gone.  I have an excellent dentist, amazing community, and understanding workplace.  I'm blessed, and glad to have this done and done (well, almost).

no teeth for me!

Surely one of the most common new year goals is to loose weight.  I'm pretty big (no pun intended there, ugh) on NOT setting goals just because the date reads 1/1, instead setting them as I go (like on 1/2, 12/31, or somewhere in between).  This year though, I should have set a weight-loss goal because I'll be accomplishing it in like two weeks...I'm having my wisdom teeth taken out.

All of them.  This Friday.  9 a.m.

When I finally got to the dentist last year, at one appointment he talked about how they'd probably need to come out soon.  Soon is such an abstract word that while I knew it'd be 2013, I didn't have a day in mind, and certainly not 1/4/13.  

But then on New Years Eve* my mouth started hurting some where the last wisdom tooth hadn't come out all the way.  Then it hurt even worse yesterday.  And this morning, no change.  I called up the dentist, got in, and an hour and half later left with four prescriptions, a sheet of pre & post op care instructions, and a mouth wash that I can't pronounce.  I brag on my dentist and his office a lot, but seriously y'all they are amazing.  I was freaking out slightly concerned in the office while going over my options (remove all 4, remove half now and half later, just take care of the major problem tooth now) and their patience, reassurance, and information they shared was incredible.  I'm so, so thankful.  

My sweet roommate and I talked through what I was nervous about, and I have many caregivers for the weekend.  I won't be doing much driving, and my packing list currently reads "comfy pants, comfy blanket."  I'm mourning that I'm advised to not exercise for a week, but so it is.  I'd like to think that I'll blog about this experience this weekend, but I'm making the proactive decision to not do a lot of texting or writing this weekend.

Happy New Year!

*My New Years Eve 2013 was spent in recovery mode from a crazy two weeks...I was asleep in a chair before 10:00 p.m.  #1 partier right here folks.