Sarah and the no good very bad horrible day

It all started this morning at 6am. My alarm went off. Alarms that go off at 6am are never precursors to good days. This morning I had to get up at 6 in order to be on campus by 7:20 to have a triple screening done for the wellness program. Ok, honestly, I didn't get out of bed until 6:30. But we still made it to the screening place by 7:10. What is a triple screening? They draw your blood and test it for good and bad cholesterol levels and blood sugar levels. To prepare, you have to fast for 12 hours. If you know me, you know fasting and I don't get along. That's why I picked the 7:20 am time. That way all the fasting was done while asleep, and I could eat breakfast right after. Well, it's cold and rainy today, so even though I drank a lot of water as soon as I woke up, my veins were tiny. The first lady poked me once in each arm and wiggled the needle around to to get it. Owch! Then she sent me to the more experienced girl who got it on the first try, in a different spot. Hence 3 holes and bruises. Yuck.
Then I've been having some pain in my lower abdomen for about a month and a half. No, I'm not pregnant. So I had an appointment today to get an ultrasound to see if there's a cyst anywhere or anything. If you get an ultrasound, you have to drink a lot of water so that you have a full bladder so they can see. I'm sure there's a bunch of medical terminology that would make that clearer, but oh well. All that matters was that I had to drink a lot of water, and I really had to pee while they took pictures of my insides. Fun stuff.
Then when I got home, I found out that our laundry had been moved into the dryer for us. I want you to know something about me. I'm really picky about how laundry is done. My most favorite dress that I bought in Vienna in 2006 (aka: irreplaceable) does not go in the dryer. It was in the dryer, and now 3 sizes too small. I cried for what seemed like about an hour. I was so absolutely ticked off and frustrated. I don't think I've felt so mad about something in a long time, if ever. SO MAD! But at the same time, I felt rediculous. I couldn't believe I was so upset about a stupid dress. But the more I thought about how rediculous it was, the more I thought about the dress, which made me madder. One downward cycle.
This post is my goodbye to that marvelous, beautiful dress. R.I.P. I wish I had a picture of the whole thing:

Krankheit

It’s been a tough weekend/week.

Let me preface by saying that my husband’s sister and her husband are living with us for a month or two while they save up for the deposit on their next place. I think they also have to wait until the couple that owns the place goes on a mission before they can move in. We have an extra bedroom and bathroom upstairs, so out of the 4 ½ months we’ve lived in this house, we’ve had the upstairs occupied more than half the time. I just wish I were home more to keep it cleaner for our house guests.

Last Thursday Dave started feeling sick. Dave never gets sick. By Friday night he was burning up, shivering, and hadn’t slept in two nights, so Saturday morning instead of listening to conference I took him to the urgent care center (thank goodness for good health insurance).  He had a fever of 101.7, sore throat, cough, runny nose, headache, and his back hurt a LOT, but he tested negative for strep, flu a, and flu b, but his white blood cell count was up, so they prescribed him with an antibiotic and pain killers and ibuprofen and Tylenol to keep the fever down.

Turns out my brother-in-law had the same thing. He got it from one of his coworkers. Also turns out that this comes with throwing up. Dave’s sister also came down with it. All three of them are still sick. As of right now I feel fine, but I’ve been taking airborne, drinking lots of water, eating oranges, washing my hands, sanitizing the kitchen and bathroom regularly (Dave says he should get sick more because I keep the house cleaner when he’s sick LOL). Even though the odds are against me, I am really trying stay healthy through this plague. Wish me luck!

Small Things

So you know how throughout your day little things happen and you think, oh, I could totally blog about that, but then you think some more and realize that, no, that would be a very short post. That is the reason why I haven’t blogged in a while. Nothing eventful enough to devote a whole blog post has happened recently. Therefore, this post is dedicated to all those small things that have happened.

Story of the Pepsi

On Monday, Dave was invited to be a witness in my brother-in-law Kevin’s mock trial in a real courthouse. I was invited to come along, and there was free food involved, so of course I came, even with the daunting time spent sitting on a hard bench. I am hypoglycemic so I feel absolutely horrid if I don’t eat almost constantly all day. I can go about 3 hours after a meal without food before I break down. So not knowing whether the free food was before or after the mock trial, I packed my bag full of goodies, including a pepsi, and 2 pepsis to share. Everyone knows it’s rude to drink a can of pepsi when no one else around you has one. Turns out pregnant Chelsea didn’t want a swimming, kicking baby while she was trying to write her paper, or at all, and Kevin didn’t want one either, and Dave doesn’t drink caffeinated drinks. We also ate dinner before the mock trial, so I was fat and happy. On Tuesday at work I still had a plethora of snacks in my bag. I deposited the crackers, almonds, and granola bars into my desk drawer, then I saw the pepsis. I put one in the freezer and one in the fridge at work so I could drink one cold today, and drink one cold tomorrow. Anyone who knows me probably knows how the story goes from here. I promptly forgot about the pepsi in the freezer for a few hours. Have you ever frozen a carbonated drink? Luckily I remembered early enough to catch it before it got everywhere, but as I was carrying it back to my seat hoping that it wouldn’t actually explode even though the top was convex instead of concave, it began to explode. I found the closest garbage can and threw it in. By then the pepsi in the fridge was cold, so I drank that. Did I learn from my mistake? Of course not. I did the exact same thing the next day, only I remembered about it earlier, and the soda was salvageable.

Story of the Bruise

A bruise is a bruise is a bruise. A bruise by any other name would not be so purple. There are few things less frustrating than a painful bruise doesn’t turn purple. All the pain, no glory. Ok, it’s not even that cool of a story, but if the bruise showed up, it would be a lot cooler. We have a miniscule trap door in one of our kitchen cabinets so that we can hear if the laundry is running (well you better go catch it! Hahaha). I was going to put another load of laundry in, but before I venture into the creepy, dark, cobwebby basement, I like to know if my previous load is done for obvious reasons. I knelt down in the kitchen to check the trap door, and there was no noise, so I stand up and close the kitchen cabinet (did I mention our cabinets are metal? Who puts in metal cabinets in the kitchen!? I feel like I’m cooking on a tool bench.) and as I close it I stand up and start taking my first step towards the door. Recap: I’m closing the cabinet, and stepping. My thigh collides forcefully into the closing metal cabinet and gives me the biggest dead leg ever. Still hurts, no bruise. The end.

Story of the Countdown

do do doo doo… do do do do doooooo...We’re leaving together...

I find it a lot easier to get through tough times when I have something to count down to. Here are some of the things that are getting me through the next few months:

• General Conference Tomorrow!!!
• Monday - I'm taking 3 excel training classes, change of scene will be great.
• Tuesday - Choral Assembly
• April 12th - Easter! 3rd Annual Kiwanis Park Picnic w/ Brianne, Easter egg painting and dying.
• April 17^th – I’m going to Vegas to for Danielle’s baby shower
• May – We’re going to Cedar Point, Ohio all expenses paid!
• May 25^th – Memorial day, paid day off
• July 1^st ish – Annual Lake Tahoe trip
• July ? ish – Chelsea’s baby!
• July 24^th – Manassa, CO Pioneer Days