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Quickfire Challenge
I did not win the Quickfire Challenge today. Remember my love for green beans? Well, I had a small problem with them in the microwave.
Don’t tell anyone, but I ate most of them anyhow. I’m still sick, and I was hungry, and I really wanted those green beans! However, I’m a little bit worried about my behavior. I mean, my green beans exploded in my microwave and I took a picture of them right away. How weird is that?
Feeling Much Better
I’m feeling much better today. I spent the afternoon on the couch yesterday and watched the first disk of the first season of The Riches. Fantastic show. I tried to watch it when it was on tv, but I could never find it.
My nose is dripping something awful, but I still got up and ran 4 miles. We are heading out to meet my mother-in-law and step-father-in-law for lunch, then my nephew is coming over to babysit for Zoe while my husband and I go out on a date. We are going to see The Bank Job. Have you seen it yet? Is it good?
Panic
I once had this really big panic attack and it all started when I broke out in head to toe hives, called the nurse to find out what to do, she asked me if I was having trouble breathing, and all of a sudden — I was having trouble breathing.
Was it really happening? Or was it pure panic? I’ll never know, but since then I carry with me at all times: Benedryl, Pepcid AC (it does work for allergy attacks), and Allegra. I used to carry an a Epipen, but I’ve let go of that “woobie”.
My throat has been bothering me all week long, I’m losing my voice, but other than that I feel just fine. I ran on the treadmill yesterday morning, and this morning too. If I was really truly sick, I wouldn’t be able to run, right? That’s what I figure.
So I’m at work this morning, and I’m having a hard time swallowing. My throat starts to feel very constricted, but of course I don’t notice this until I’m on my way to get a bowl of soup from Panera. I could breathe, but not as good I could before. I start to go through my mind all the things I ate so far that day, could I be allergic to any of them? I dig my very last Allegra out of my purse, but I don’t have any water to wash it down, I have to get to Panera first. But will I make it? Should I go to the ER first? Who can I call to talk me off of this ledge of panic? The only one at work is my brother, and last time I asked him if I was turning red and puffy (and I was) he said no. My parents were at a funeral. My husband was in his car, about 90 miles away, but I picked him. I didn’t tell him that I thought I dying though, I didn’t want to get that dramatic — yet.
I kept concentrating on my breathing, and once I got to Panera I went straight for the beverage center and got a cup of water to take my allergy pill. I then noticed a group of nurses eating lunch, if I passed out, they could revive me. Okay, I’m not going to die, but I should probably make an appointment to see my doctor — my throat has never felt like this before and I did just take my very last Allegra.
It turns out that my glands were pretty swollen, and the doctor could see how I was feeling like my throat was closing, but he assurred me that I had plenty of room to breathe. Take some Motrin, he suggested, that’ll help. In the meantime he’s testing me for Strep, but he really thinks I’ve got some virus that’s going around.
Lovely. But at least I’m not dying.
And he refilled my rx for Allegra.
Remember When?
Do you remember when we were house hunting and I fell down the steps and ripped the railing right off of the wall? Those steps were wicked! That house is near the YMCA and I pass it on a fairly regular basis. It’s for sale again, and I can’t help but giggle every time I drive past as I remember that day. If the owners only knew…….
The Little Itty Bitty Polar Cup, a rerun
This is a rerun, because every week someone googles Polar Cup and they land on this page. Today, Lucus left a comment on my Polar Cup post, which first ran in August of 2005, reminding me of our Polar Cup Adventure. So here ya go, one of my most googled posts ever:
I can’t believe I remember this, but then again, it was so funny when it happened, that I can’t believe that I could possibly forget it!
When I was about 17 years old (I’m 36 38 now, you do the math) my parents took us to Florida. We stayed with my uncle in Bradenton, which is near Tampa Bay. One night we were coming back from somewhere and we decided to go through the drive thru of this place called The Polar Cup, or something like that. They served a drink that was a lot like a slushy, and I think it was a lemonade flavor, not that it matters in this story.
Anyhow, there were five of us. My dad, brother, uncle and myself all ordered the gigantic cup. My mom asked for the smallest cup they had.
Polar Cup people: You want the smallest?
My mom: Yes, the smallest.
Polar Cup people: Are you sure? How about a medium?
My mom: I’m sure, extra small if you have it.
Polar Cup people: Okay. Drive around to the window.
My dad drives around to the window, forks over the money, and then one by one he is handed a gigantic plastic cup with a yellow cover and a straw sticking out. One for me, one for my uncle, one for my brother, one for my dad. Those cups were HUGE!!!! They had to of been at least 36 ounces.
Then out comes the final cup.
And it was about the size of a Dixie cup.
Oh my gosh, it was hilarious!!! My polar drink was coming through my nostrils, and I was dying I was laughing so hard!
Mom took her little itty bitty Polar Cup and sucked it down.
Ahhh! So refreshing!
Skippyjon Jones
Is the weekend really over? I was just getting started.
It’s back to work tomorrow, then an exam on Tuesday. My spring break between classes was waaaaaaaaaaay back in February, you know, when we had that other big snow storm. Next week Tuesday I start my next class already — Human Resource Management, or something like that. It should be interesting, and I should have a bit to add to the conversation for sure.
Anyhow, I’m getting ahead of myself. I ate way too much this weekend, even though I ran to even it out. Freaking Easter Bunny brought CHOCOLATE to Zoe. Can you believe it? The Bunny also brought her this super adorable book, Skippyjon Jones, you have to read it. Love it!
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