In theory, being told to go home and sleep for three days sounds good, right? Yeah, well in practice it's not so much fun.
I have a mystery illness. Some sort of virus that makes me ridiculously tired (as in I fell asleep in the doctor's waiting room and am afraid to close my eyes at red lights) has been making my life hell for weeks. It got to the point that I went in early this month and asked for a battery of blood tests because I just knew I had some dread form of anemia that was doing this. I don't. Despite eating almost nothing with substantial iron and avoiding iron supplements like the plague because of side effects, I am not anemic at all. My B vitamin levels are also fine. I still felt like hell.
Went back in last week and asked for more tests because I was still tired and had also developed a weird red rash--like little pin pricks--on my legs. He guessed it was probably some virus that would run its course in 7-10 days. He did a full blood count to check for the basics and those results also showed no problem. Meanwhile, I spent the weekend in bed, barely able to get up and do anything. The doctor had given me a scip for Wellbutrin because we thought maybe it was depression.
I was almost at my wits' end Mondaywhen I got official word that my test results were all normal again --I took off work and went BACK to the doctor Tuesday. This time I saw the nurse practitioner and she asked me a zillion questions, checked the rash, which has increased on my shins, but not spread past my legs yet. She ordered another round of bloodwork--8 vials--checking for everything under the sun from mono (the most obvious) to parvo (I thought this was a dog disease?) to Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever (no tick bites that I'm aware of) to lupus (btdt with the testing and it was negative the last time, but that was about five years ago). She told me that I could take off the rest of the week and just sleep. Sleep will do as much as anything else to help me recover and getting overly tired will just make it worse.
So yesterday I slept like the dead for three hours in the middle of the day. I only woke up because I had to go pick up the kids. Today I'm at home alone and the thought of just hanging out in bed all day is a little depressing. There is only so much to look at on the internet and television during the day sort of sucks. I'm sure that by 10 I'll be sound asleep, of course because I'm yawning right now. I absolutely must go to the grocery store today. Sadly, that is the highlight of my day and if I don't sleep before I go, I'll be throwing weird things in my basket. Last night I went to just get some must-haves, namely bread, and came home with milk, cheese, bagels, juice bisquick, and totally forgot to get the bread. Ugh.
Yeah, I know--poor Kim. Stay in bed for three days and sleep, watch tv and play online. But seriously, it's not nearly as much fun as I thought it would be.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Some Random Observations and Musings
1. Stupid is as stupid posts.
2. If you have to tell people you're leaving, you're probably afraid they won't notice.
3. Gloating might make you feel better about yourself, but without concrete proof of your accomplishments for those who you're trying to make feel like shit, you are dangeroulsy close to looking like a delusional idiot.
4. If you call people names, like say, "Mean" for example, well, don't be surprised if they are A.) offended and B.) mean
Thus endeth the lesson from Kimmah for today.
2. If you have to tell people you're leaving, you're probably afraid they won't notice.
3. Gloating might make you feel better about yourself, but without concrete proof of your accomplishments for those who you're trying to make feel like shit, you are dangeroulsy close to looking like a delusional idiot.
4. If you call people names, like say, "Mean" for example, well, don't be surprised if they are A.) offended and B.) mean
Thus endeth the lesson from Kimmah for today.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Sweet Jesus, if I make it through this year alive it will be a miracle.
I ran in my really high heels today...we were playing Duck, Duck, Goose (don't ask...Tennessee requires physical movement of high schoolers) and I discovered that I can't corner very well in them. Despite all of the potential ways that I could have rendered myself cripple, THAT did not cause my injury.
Changing a light bulb did.
We were putting new bulbs* in some fixtures in the theater. This requires the climbing of a 25 foot ladder, thankyouverymuch. I have never gone more than 12 feet or so up it...I just get queasy when I'm on a ladder, but Isaac didn't know how to change these bulbs and I've never actually done it, either, so I figured that I might as well suck it up and just conquer my fears (as Sam would say) and headed up said ladder to help Isaac figure out how to change the bulb. We'd already done the 1000 watt fixtures. This was a mere 500. Smaller bulb, same mechanism.
The bulbs are halogen, so you can't touch them with your skin--have to have them wrapped in foam. I was about two feet below Isaac on the other side of the ladder making sure he didn't have trouble. As he was putting the bulb in, I said, "Make sure it's turned off." Someone went to the light board to check it, but before they had it off, he put the bulb in.
500 watts + foam=smoke.
He yelled, "Turn it off!" about the time the smoke started billowing out of the socket. He jerked his hand back because he'd been holding the foam, which melted. I was looking up the whole time and the hot, partially melted foam came straight down and landed on my face...the melty part concentrating itself on my eye. Thankfully, it was on the inner corner and up closer to my eyebrow. At first I thought it had burned my entire eyelid.
Picture this if you will: Me, standing on a 25 foot ladder--about 23 feet or so in the air. Wearing 4" wedge heels (yeah, this was a terrible idea and will never be repeated). With smoking hot foam in my face. I? Did not say a curse word. You can rest assured that I thought one, though.
I batted the stupid foam to the floor and Isaac and I both recovered on the ladder before trying to go down. He was insistant that he get the thing put back together before we stopped, so we got it. I held my eye closed the whole time. I told some girls to go get me a 'piece of ice'.
As I was climbing down the ladder, I saw Taylor burst through the door with a sack of ice you could have cooled a keg in. It was quite funny. I took a piece out and made Isaac use it for his thumb. Minor burn, no blister at the time. Hopefully he'll be well.
Foam smells to high heaven when it burns, ftr.
I have a reddish spot on my eye--not bad. It's still uncomfortable, but not painful really. I am just glad I cut my hair...my old bangs would probably have gone up in smoke.
*for theater-types, I know that the bulbs are really called lamps. It's just less confusing this way.
I ran in my really high heels today...we were playing Duck, Duck, Goose (don't ask...Tennessee requires physical movement of high schoolers) and I discovered that I can't corner very well in them. Despite all of the potential ways that I could have rendered myself cripple, THAT did not cause my injury.
Changing a light bulb did.
We were putting new bulbs* in some fixtures in the theater. This requires the climbing of a 25 foot ladder, thankyouverymuch. I have never gone more than 12 feet or so up it...I just get queasy when I'm on a ladder, but Isaac didn't know how to change these bulbs and I've never actually done it, either, so I figured that I might as well suck it up and just conquer my fears (as Sam would say) and headed up said ladder to help Isaac figure out how to change the bulb. We'd already done the 1000 watt fixtures. This was a mere 500. Smaller bulb, same mechanism.
The bulbs are halogen, so you can't touch them with your skin--have to have them wrapped in foam. I was about two feet below Isaac on the other side of the ladder making sure he didn't have trouble. As he was putting the bulb in, I said, "Make sure it's turned off." Someone went to the light board to check it, but before they had it off, he put the bulb in.
500 watts + foam=smoke.
He yelled, "Turn it off!" about the time the smoke started billowing out of the socket. He jerked his hand back because he'd been holding the foam, which melted. I was looking up the whole time and the hot, partially melted foam came straight down and landed on my face...the melty part concentrating itself on my eye. Thankfully, it was on the inner corner and up closer to my eyebrow. At first I thought it had burned my entire eyelid.
Picture this if you will: Me, standing on a 25 foot ladder--about 23 feet or so in the air. Wearing 4" wedge heels (yeah, this was a terrible idea and will never be repeated). With smoking hot foam in my face. I? Did not say a curse word. You can rest assured that I thought one, though.
I batted the stupid foam to the floor and Isaac and I both recovered on the ladder before trying to go down. He was insistant that he get the thing put back together before we stopped, so we got it. I held my eye closed the whole time. I told some girls to go get me a 'piece of ice'.
As I was climbing down the ladder, I saw Taylor burst through the door with a sack of ice you could have cooled a keg in. It was quite funny. I took a piece out and made Isaac use it for his thumb. Minor burn, no blister at the time. Hopefully he'll be well.
Foam smells to high heaven when it burns, ftr.
I have a reddish spot on my eye--not bad. It's still uncomfortable, but not painful really. I am just glad I cut my hair...my old bangs would probably have gone up in smoke.
*for theater-types, I know that the bulbs are really called lamps. It's just less confusing this way.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Let's Play the Feud!
From one of my former students via Myspace.
******my original directions were bad, so sportzmom's answers aren't in the correct format. Skip her and she'll come back and put hers in now that I've (hopefully) made it more clear.******
food wrappers
2) EXCUSE SOMEONE WOULD GIVE TO GET OUT OF WORK:
not enough sleep
sick kid
3) REASON A COUPLE WOULD WANT TO GET MARRIED:
they love each other!
green card
4) SOMETHING YOU WOULD FIND IN A BATHROOM:
hair dryer
toilet
5) A PHRASE WITH THE WORD "SHOW" IN IT:
"Show me tha money!"
"There's no business like show business!"
6) SOMETHING YOU WOULD BUY IN A HURRY:
airplane tickets
fast food
7) ANOTHER NAME FOR "SEX":
doin' the hippety dippety
screwing
8) SOMETHING A PERSON WOULD PREFER TO HAVE "HOT":
"hot" chocolate
coffee
9) A REASON WHY SOMEONE MIGHT BREAK UP WITH THEIR B/F OR G/F
The boyfriend's a dumbass??
Infidelity
10) SOMETHING YOU HAVE TO SIT DOWN TO DO:
eat...can't stand to eat on the go!
drive
11) WHY AN OLDER WOMAN WOULD PREFER A YOUNGER MAN?
he's at his prime for sure!
to control him
12) REASON YOU WOULD WEAR A HELMET :
riding a bicycle...
skateboarding
13) REASON A PERSON WOULD USE A COMPUTER:
travel plans
email
14) REASON A PERSON WOULD GO TO A DOCTOR :
pneumonia
sore throat
15) SOMETHING YOU WOULD FIND AT A BAR :
alcohol!!!
beer mats
16) WHAT A WOMAN MIGHT BUY BEFORE A DATE:
hair services, such as up-do's...things like that...
new bra
17) SOMETHING THAT REQUIRES BATTERIES :
remote control...always loose ours...
smoke detector
******my original directions were bad, so sportzmom's answers aren't in the correct format. Skip her and she'll come back and put hers in now that I've (hopefully) made it more clear.******
- Cut and paste the poll using the the most recent commentor in my comments area (or from me if you're first).
- Add your answers to the bottom of each list (so the first person will have my friend Mekia's answer, then mine, then hers listed for each question). You cannot duplicate any previous answer.
- You may PASS if you can't think of an answer.
- Tell other people to come here and play my game.
1) SOMETHING YOU MIGHT FIND UNDER THE SEAT OF A CAR:
water bottlesfood wrappers
2) EXCUSE SOMEONE WOULD GIVE TO GET OUT OF WORK:
not enough sleep
sick kid
3) REASON A COUPLE WOULD WANT TO GET MARRIED:
they love each other!
green card
4) SOMETHING YOU WOULD FIND IN A BATHROOM:
hair dryer
toilet
5) A PHRASE WITH THE WORD "SHOW" IN IT:
"Show me tha money!"
"There's no business like show business!"
6) SOMETHING YOU WOULD BUY IN A HURRY:
airplane tickets
fast food
7) ANOTHER NAME FOR "SEX":
doin' the hippety dippety
screwing
8) SOMETHING A PERSON WOULD PREFER TO HAVE "HOT":
"hot" chocolate
coffee
9) A REASON WHY SOMEONE MIGHT BREAK UP WITH THEIR B/F OR G/F
The boyfriend's a dumbass??
Infidelity
10) SOMETHING YOU HAVE TO SIT DOWN TO DO:
eat...can't stand to eat on the go!
drive
11) WHY AN OLDER WOMAN WOULD PREFER A YOUNGER MAN?
he's at his prime for sure!
to control him
12) REASON YOU WOULD WEAR A HELMET :
riding a bicycle...
skateboarding
13) REASON A PERSON WOULD USE A COMPUTER:
travel plans
14) REASON A PERSON WOULD GO TO A DOCTOR :
pneumonia
sore throat
15) SOMETHING YOU WOULD FIND AT A BAR :
alcohol!!!
beer mats
16) WHAT A WOMAN MIGHT BUY BEFORE A DATE:
hair services, such as up-do's...things like that...
new bra
17) SOMETHING THAT REQUIRES BATTERIES :
remote control...always loose ours...
smoke detector
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Can Someone Please Explain?
Why is it that when I tan, my stomach goes to the most gorgeous shade of brown while my legs and arms stay about three shades paler and sort of splotchy? Oh, and the space between my boobs is also super dark. Needless to say, the general viewing public doesn't get to admire my tan.
And yes, I know that tanning is unhealthy. I do. I don't burn, though, and I will limit it to April and May, then hang out in the sun with sunscreen on.
And yes, I know that tanning is unhealthy. I do. I don't burn, though, and I will limit it to April and May, then hang out in the sun with sunscreen on.
Monday, April 14, 2008
T Shirt of the Day
One of my favorite senior boys showed up at school with a shirt that had a big cartoon Earth on it and some wording that started with Keep...I just assumed it was some free Earth day promo tee and didn't pay it much attention for the first part of class. As we were leaving lunch, though, I noticed that there was a smaller, brown 'planet' and suddenly the rest of the text jumped out at me like a beacon. Turns out that it was from Hot Topic, not a tree-hugger and said:
Keep Earth clean...it's not URANUS.
I love my job.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
1.We have mice in our sunroom. I was freaked out several times yesterday. Now I'm just annoyed. Mousetraps freak me out and W. is working all day today. He told me to have Five deal with the catch, but I can't even set the damn thing. *shudder*
2. I'm suddenly freakishly addicted to eating biscuit dough. WTF this came from I have no idea. Probably some vitamin deficiency or something (how that can be, I have no idea since I eat such a healthy, balanced diet of bagels, popcorn, swiss cheese and grilled chicken I have no idea).
3. In a probably-not-unrelated note, I had to pull out my 'fat' jeans Friday. Pissed me the fuck off like you cannot imagine. Did I go work out? No. I ordered a chicken sandwich combo and chocolate chip cookie dough pie at Burger King. I did give away the drink. most of the fries and half the sandwich to people (thank you, John, for saving me from the sandwich). The pie? I ate the whole damn thing myself. It is a little slice of heave loaded with high fructose corn syrup, xanthan gum (no, I don't know what that is), white flour and up to 2% choclate liquor. Buy it. Eat it. Live it.
4. I do not like the way the tanning bed smells. Every tanning bed smells the same...is it the scent of cooking flesh? I know it is unhealthy. I know this, but I have tried the tanning lotions and just don't like them. I like to be tan. I'm vain in my old age. I can't help it. I don't have the pretty porcelain (I can't spell for jack) skin that some pale people do. I have the pasty, shut-in look instead.
5. Saturday School was a colassal waste of my time--I didn't do anything useful until the last hour, when I cleaned up my classroom.
6. I'm tired of television.
7. I've also read the entire internet this weekend. Am bored shitless this morning and too cold and sore (my back is going to be the death of me) to do anything productive at home.
8. I need a new hairstyle. I'm trying curly this weekend. I might take pics and get feedback.
9. Am skipping the prom for the Cornbread Festival this year. I think this officially makes me a redneck nerd.
10. I am more than ready for school to be DONE. I have to proctor TCAPS four days next week, which means no planning period for me for those four days. Thank God I stocked up on books. I will have six hours that I am forced to sit in a room and look around every fifteen minutes or so. I didn't grade yesterday because I decided to save it for that time.
2. I'm suddenly freakishly addicted to eating biscuit dough. WTF this came from I have no idea. Probably some vitamin deficiency or something (how that can be, I have no idea since I eat such a healthy, balanced diet of bagels, popcorn, swiss cheese and grilled chicken I have no idea).
3. In a probably-not-unrelated note, I had to pull out my 'fat' jeans Friday. Pissed me the fuck off like you cannot imagine. Did I go work out? No. I ordered a chicken sandwich combo and chocolate chip cookie dough pie at Burger King. I did give away the drink. most of the fries and half the sandwich to people (thank you, John, for saving me from the sandwich). The pie? I ate the whole damn thing myself. It is a little slice of heave loaded with high fructose corn syrup, xanthan gum (no, I don't know what that is), white flour and up to 2% choclate liquor. Buy it. Eat it. Live it.
4. I do not like the way the tanning bed smells. Every tanning bed smells the same...is it the scent of cooking flesh? I know it is unhealthy. I know this, but I have tried the tanning lotions and just don't like them. I like to be tan. I'm vain in my old age. I can't help it. I don't have the pretty porcelain (I can't spell for jack) skin that some pale people do. I have the pasty, shut-in look instead.
5. Saturday School was a colassal waste of my time--I didn't do anything useful until the last hour, when I cleaned up my classroom.
6. I'm tired of television.
7. I've also read the entire internet this weekend. Am bored shitless this morning and too cold and sore (my back is going to be the death of me) to do anything productive at home.
8. I need a new hairstyle. I'm trying curly this weekend. I might take pics and get feedback.
9. Am skipping the prom for the Cornbread Festival this year. I think this officially makes me a redneck nerd.
10. I am more than ready for school to be DONE. I have to proctor TCAPS four days next week, which means no planning period for me for those four days. Thank God I stocked up on books. I will have six hours that I am forced to sit in a room and look around every fifteen minutes or so. I didn't grade yesterday because I decided to save it for that time.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Moving On From The Serious
We need lists! Lists are fun!! Random Meme list--copy and paste on your blog post haste:
1. Are you a righty or a lefty?
2. What is your official job title.
3. You can only watch one show---there are limitless episodes. What do you pick?
4. What color eyeshadow do you wear most often?
5. Describe your current favorite outfit.
6. What color is your kitchen?
7. Who was your first kiss and what was the situation?
8. Who is the smartest person you know online?
9. Why do you not have a myspace if you don't have one? When are you going to get one? If you DO have one--how long have you had it?
10. Who is the most annoying famous person?
My answers are going to be in comments so that you can copy and paste more easily.
Oh, and one more thing. Would you be interested in joining a snarky blog with me? One for quick rants and snarky things--not OT related, just life in general. If so, email me at kimmmah at gmail. I expect email, folks.
1. Are you a righty or a lefty?
2. What is your official job title.
3. You can only watch one show---there are limitless episodes. What do you pick?
4. What color eyeshadow do you wear most often?
5. Describe your current favorite outfit.
6. What color is your kitchen?
7. Who was your first kiss and what was the situation?
8. Who is the smartest person you know online?
9. Why do you not have a myspace if you don't have one? When are you going to get one? If you DO have one--how long have you had it?
10. Who is the most annoying famous person?
My answers are going to be in comments so that you can copy and paste more easily.
Oh, and one more thing. Would you be interested in joining a snarky blog with me? One for quick rants and snarky things--not OT related, just life in general. If so, email me at kimmmah at gmail. I expect email, folks.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
World Autism Awareness Day
First of all, don't believe a damn thing you hear on Larry King. Oy. He managed to find two of the biggest wingnuts in all of the US to be the voices of autism. Fucker.
Landru has summed up my feelings on most of the issues brilliantly here. Then, if you just want to understand the concept of nerodiversity and why it's a good thing, not a bad thing, go to Kathleen Seidel's site here. I will warn you, though, some of her research will make you want to throw things at men named Grier and others. The UK perspective--and a damn smart one at that--can be found at Kevin Leitch's site here. For one of the all-around best medical/science bullshit debunking blogs on the planet, go read Orac here.
Then go hug your kid. I would hug mine right now, but he's at the Chattanooga Aquarium, checking out God only knows what and telling who knows what kind of stories to perfect strangers. Yesterday, my Asperger-diagnosed son, who is seven, used the words "clever" and "alas" in conversation on his own. Just because they were the best words he could think of. "Wow, Mom, those egg hiding places sure are clever!" and "Alas, my mom never lets me have those". Cure? Hell, no. I want what he has. I think I might have used the word clever conversationally for the first time as an adult and I'm not sure I've ever use alas unless I was being an overdramatic smartass.
Landru has summed up my feelings on most of the issues brilliantly here. Then, if you just want to understand the concept of nerodiversity and why it's a good thing, not a bad thing, go to Kathleen Seidel's site here. I will warn you, though, some of her research will make you want to throw things at men named Grier and others. The UK perspective--and a damn smart one at that--can be found at Kevin Leitch's site here. For one of the all-around best medical/science bullshit debunking blogs on the planet, go read Orac here.
Then go hug your kid. I would hug mine right now, but he's at the Chattanooga Aquarium, checking out God only knows what and telling who knows what kind of stories to perfect strangers. Yesterday, my Asperger-diagnosed son, who is seven, used the words "clever" and "alas" in conversation on his own. Just because they were the best words he could think of. "Wow, Mom, those egg hiding places sure are clever!" and "Alas, my mom never lets me have those". Cure? Hell, no. I want what he has. I think I might have used the word clever conversationally for the first time as an adult and I'm not sure I've ever use alas unless I was being an overdramatic smartass.
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