Return of the Dirty Old Man

I have a lot to catch everyone up on but don't have a lot of time right now so look for a long blog to come. I had to let everyone know that the dirty old man at my office returned today (the one that told me I was looking good in my trousers) and had another uncomfortable moment. He told the hygienist that he saw today that she needed to stop losing weight. She's been hiking and working out a lot and he thought she was getting too skinny. She said that she would cut back on the hiking and he told her she needed to really cut back on sex not hiking. Can you imagine! The man is 79 years old, its like your grandpa talking about sex, gross! I just gave him an awkward "your not funny" look and scheduled him his next appointment.

I'm a quarter of the way through my life

On Sunday (June 1st) I turned 25. Sometimes I feel old when I find out people I remember as like seven year olds are graduating high school but most of the time I still feel young. My birthday stuff started out on Thursday when I got a beautiful fruit bouquet from my sister Lauren delivered to me at work. Friday I received the movie "Dragonfly" and the book "Eat, Pray, Love" in the mail from Lauren. I'm a third of the way through the book and it is amazing so far. Saturday Russ and I went over to Heather and Christian's and had a Board/Video Game Olympics. It was a lot of fun playing games like Operation, Twister, MarioKart, Life, Pass the Pigs, etc. I (of course *wink*wink*) was the ultimate champion of our first ever Game Olympics! I got a small trophy and everything! We went to dinner at Azteca and we were all wearting are bright green dealer visor's because one of the rules was you couldn't take it off or you would lose points. Everyone was looking at us like we were crazy especially me with my big blue feather boa. Russ made sure to mention a few times that they needed to bring out the big sombrero and sing to me, which they did as soon as Russ got up to go to the bathroom =). Heather and Christian got me a pair of Victoria Secret Pink sweats (so soft and comfy) and a slushy maker with syrup and an extra cup. Russ gave me my present on Saturday, a beatiful sliver dragonfly with diamonds for the tail and in the wings. Sunday I went over to my mom's for dinner. She barbequed steak, chicken and hamburgers. She got me two shirts, lots of my favorite candies and some really cute beachy looking candles. The last stop on my birthday stuff will be tomorrow (June 5th) when I finally get my dragonfly tattoo! I'm super excited but also super nervous. More on how that goes later.

Friday Nights Just Got a Little More Interesting

Russ and Christian joined an all male softball team. They play Friday nights and play two games against the same opponent. Heather and I went to cheer on our husbands and were not disappointed on being entertained.

The first game went well with the guys team winning. Nothing too excited happened, a couple of the players on the opposite team were a little whiny but nothing big. Heather and I left about five minutes before the second game started to go and get some coffee and returned around the third inning. One of the wives who is the score keeper told us that we missed an almost fight between the two teams apparently the guys started mouthing off to each other. A few minutes after we got there the other teams pitcher and catcher kept complaining to the ump and making up rules and whatnot. Heather and I started to mouth off to them a little to just play the game and stop complaining. Apparently the catcher didn't like that very much because he told us to "shut the F*** up" and that he was "going to kick our a**" and so on. I said "oh that's great you're really going to cuss out a girl" and he got pretty upset and started to yell even more. Eventually the ump threw him out of the game. A minute later he started to head over in our direction so Heather got her phone out in case she needed to call 9-1-1. The dude was really scary. Fortunately he was only trying to talk to the ump and explain his case. Still, I don't think I've ever been as frightened by a man in my life as I was at that moment.

On a funnier note, Heather and I were talking and not paying attention when all of a sudden I hear "heads!" I look up and the ball is coming right for me. I leaned over on Heather and tried to push her over so I could get over but ended more on top off her so she couldn't move. The ball missed us by inches! It was pretty intense...Of course off all the spectators the ball would find it's way over to me and Heather.

Sicky Sick Girl

Monday morning I woke up and uvula (the little bally thingy that hangs down in the back of your mouth) was swollen. It was a little irritating but not to bad. Tuesday the pain and swelling extended down to my non-tonsils (the place my tonsils used to be until I had them out five years ago). Still not too bad until I got home Tuesday night. I asked Russ what he wanted for dinner and he said he wanted Sheppard's pie (my family's version is mashed potatoes, hamburger meat and corn all mixed together) which is my favorite. Normally I don't have enough energy to make that kind of a meal on a weekday but I felt up to it so I stopped at the store to get the ingredients and went to work making it. After mixing up the mashed potatoes I took a scoop to see if it needed more butter or anything. My throat felt like it was on fire! Tears started welling up in my eyes and I took a sip of water to try and clear out the burning only the water made it burn too! So I just sat and watched as Russ ate his delicious mashed potatoes.

When I got to work on Wednesday feeling miserable everyone told me that I HAD to go and see the Dr. I finally gave in and called and they could see me in about two hours. I left work and told everyone I would be back around 1:00. The Dr. took one look at my non-tonsils and thought I had strep. She did a test and it came back negative but she didn't believe it was really negative. So she took another sample to send off to a lab and said we wouldn't find out for two more days. She said that if it is strep she didn't want me to be working with the public (since I'm kind of in a medical field) and so I couldn't go back to work today and I would have to continue missing work until we found out what it was. If it was strep I would have to take an antibiotic for 24 hours before I could return to work. Since she thought it was strep she said I could start taking the antibiotics now and be able to come to work Thursday. I chose that option. When I called work back to let them know I couldn't return I didn't get a very warm reception which frustrated me. The same people that insisted that I go see the Dr. were upset when I let them know the Dr. said I couldn't come back to work. My office manager spoke to my Dr. and they decided I shouldn't come back in, so I went home and slept for two hours.

I returned to work today going on 48 hours of not being able to eat or drink anything and completely drained. I just knew today was going to be a horrible day. I got a little worried when a patient who was mean to me last week came through the door. I was upset that I told him we needed to update his health history and threw a fit insisting he wasn't going to do it and throwing the clipboard down on the chair. So imagine my shock when he came bearing a dozen yellow roses with my name on them. He wanted to apologize for his behavior, he had a hard day that morning (a close friend had just passed away) and was taking it out on the wrong person. Of course I forgave him, I haven't gotten flowers from anyone but Russ in a long time. Then one of the assistants brought to my attention that we have a topical anesthetic spray that I could use. That stuff was sent from heaven. It tasted disgusting but with just a few sprays I was completely numb for two hours. I could now drink water!!!! I was never more grateful for something so simple.

Hopefully in a few more days I'll be able to eat some actual solid foods. I decided my first meal then will be a hot dog from Costco, a doughnut or churro, and warm chocolate chip cookies.

Meany Head

I saw Dr. Oh about four months ago regarding the numbness, tingling, and twitches going on in my left leg and he told me I needed to stretch six times a day and it would get better but to have an MRI done on my neck to be sure. When nothing showed up in the MRI and four months later nothing was better my Chiro sent me back to him to re-eval the situation.

I saw him today and he asked me if I had been stretching, I told him not as much as he had asked me to but some. Then he told me to try and touch my toes and bend this way and that way, etc. He had me sit down and put my leg up on a chair (just doing that hurt) and then reach and try to touch my toes. I didnt get very far before I welled up with tears because it hurt so bad. He measured with a ruler and I was ten inches away from my toe. He had me sit there stretching for five minutes while we talked. I told him that a lot of times at night when I stretched before bed it made the symptoms worse. He explained that I was stretching to hard, to go slow at first. He said that my muscles are wound way to tight and began to demonstrate (I really think he was just showing off) how most of the population can touch their toes with ease. He told me he wanted me to take at least five minutes at least three times a day (morning, noon, and night) and stretch,stretch,stretch. My eyes were welling up with tears the entire time he was talking and I finally broke down at this point and started crying. I asked him if he really thought it was realistic for me to do this. I have trouble waking up in the morning as is (thats a whole other problem I've been overwhelmed with lately) and have about ten minutes to get ready. It's not realistic to say while at work I can sit in the break room doing stretches in front of everyone. Which only leaves the night which I realistically could do while watching TV. I don't think he knew how to respond to me tears. He asked why I was crying and I told him its because I've been having this pain for almost five years now and I was tired of it. Being told to stretch all the time and the pain "should" go away wasn't something I really wanted to hear. I wanted a concrete this is why you hurt do this and you'll be better. He said that if I really wanted he could refer me to get another MRI done on my lower back this time and if nothing showed up we would know that he was right (what an ass!)

At the end of the five minutes he explained that after that much time of stretching you should have at least a three inch improvement in your reach. We tried again and I was at nine inches, I gained one inch. He kind of laughed at me and said well, just keep stretching. Again, not what I wanted to hear and especially didnt want to be laughed at about it. I started to cry again, he handed me a tissue and said he would meet me up front. I walked out into a waiting room full of people with red, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. I was humiliated. It's Dr.'s like that that make me want to purposely not stretch because I dont want him to be right. He was so arrogant and uncaring, not the type of Dr. I need or want in my life.

I will stretch as much as I can and I do hope that it will help, that its all that simple but I will not give him any credit for it....butt hole.

Yay for Surprises!

A month or so ago I heard that the musical Mama Mia was coming to town and got really excited. I was going to get tickets for Heather and I to go as a birthday present to her but they were only in town 3-18 through 3-23 and she was going to Spokane this weekend for Easter. I was pretty bummed because I didn't have anyone else to go with so I knew I wasn't going to see it. That is until Sunday morning Russ gave me two tickets to last nights show as an Easter present! I was so flippin excited!

It wasn't my favorite musical and the second half was a little slow, but it was really fun. It was interesting how they made all the Abba songs fit into the story line so easily. I didn't know Abba even had that many songs. Poor Russ suffered through it all (thank goodness they serve beer before the show and at intermission) and didn't even complain.

Catching Up...

Its been a while since I've had a chance to blog so a short list of events the past few weeks:

1. Got my own new shiny super cool bowling ball! Its red, white and black and the holes were drilled especially for my tiny little fingers and its ten pounds which you may think isn't very heavy but for this scrawny weakling it is. I love it though!

2. My ribs keep popping out of place! For about six weeks now I've been battling them to go back in with chiro and massage. It was getting better until Tuesday when I sneezed really hard and out they came again. It hurt so bad! I saw chiro that night and they adjusted me but it still didn't feel quite right. Yesterday the pain was tolerable but this morning I woke up and thought I was going to die. I couldn't even hook my bra myself and it hurt really bad trying to put my shirt on. I took 800mg of ibuprofen when I got to work and iced it. I have another appointment with chiro tonight. Hopefully they fix me this time.

3. I finally got my hair cut after like six months of letting it get gross and icky. I only cut a few inches (it falls right below my shoulders). I decided I look like Monica from friends around the time of Ross' wedding (to Emily).

4. I recently started helping out at Gentle Dental on Fridays. This has been really hard since I don't get my Friday play time in with Heather anymore.

5. I have recently been offered a job at two different dental offices. I'm not really sure to do about this, I have a lot of soul searching to do about this.

6. Heather's birthday is coming up and I'm not sure what to get her. I have some ideas but I'm not quite sure about what to do. Again, a lot of soul searching to do about this.

7. I almost talked myself into getting a puppy. It was the cutes little puggle that I ever did see. Thankfully Russ stood strong and wouldn't give me a "Yes" answer which I knew meant "No." It was the right decision. We do not need to be spending $600 on a dog right now.

8. It recently came to my attention that this September will be ten years that Heather and I have been friends. I decided that people go all out for anniversaries of relationships with boyfriends and husbands but never celebrate friendships. I decided that Heather and I need to something big to celebrate our ten year anniversary cause I think its a big deal. The only other people that have been in my life that long are family members and I think that says a lot. I'm not sure she's completely on board yet but I'm trying to convince her to go to California with me.

That about sums up my life right now. Hopefully I'll be more diligent about writing so I don't have to play "catch up" anymore.