Before I get the moans and groans about this blog post being late, BELIEVE ME, I had a very good reason. I had the plague. I am not kidding, the actual plague. Let's rewind to last week so I can tell you about my life pre-plague and post-plague. I had 8 closing shifts last week… well two I had to give up because I was sick, but 6 shifts were closing. Talk about living at the longhorn. I should really set up a cot in the back it would save me time and gas. These next couple weeks should be easier because I told them I needed 2 days off a week because I started classes, let's hope they listen. Fingers crossed.
Anywayyyyys, I started back at my hardcore gym regimen last week, and only have 14 pounds left till my goal!!! I am really down to toning up and losing probably 7 more pounds around the middle but still could not be more proud of my progress. Though I will say getting back in the gym after 2 weeks off, my trainer kicked my butt!! I needed a nap to recover because even though it was only 2 weeks, I felt extremely out of shape! This leads me to the plague… Thursday morning I got up and headed to the gym for my 8am workout and had a fine workout, still getting back into things. Had my normal protein shake and the Bails and Lauren came over to hang out before I had to go to work. I went to work at 11:30 to close lunch till 4:30. I felt weird, and it all started going downhill from there. I had sharp stomach pains starting in the early afternoon, but not debilitating by any means. I wasn't hungry and was eager to get off work, especially since there are no longer grats on parties above 8 and surprise surprise I get the big table thursday morning. 17, yes, 17 forgien people ALL OF WHOM didn't speak english, and wanted separate checks. YOU ARE KIDDING ME. 17 SEPERATE CHECKS. PLEASE LEAVE AND REPORT TO THE MCDONALDS DOWN THE ROAD. As you can see, I was not pleased by this. Nineteen loaves of bread, 30 coca colas y aguas, 2 and a half hours and 17 checks later they finally left. I actually made alright money off the table, which was shocking because customarily forgien people do not tip well because in other countries it is not custom to tip. But it made for a long day, and I was very ready to get off work.
I started my downward spiral of death shortly thereafter. With each passing hour, I felt worse and worse. By 10pm I knew something had to be done because I am not the owner of a Life Alert, nor do I know a friend with one, so if I fell and could not get up, I would just have to lay there. So my savior, Casey (a girl I met through Lauren that she works with) came and scooped me up and took me to the emergency room. At this point I am doubled over from stomach pains, going from sweating to chills, headache, and trying not to puke. They triaged me right away and I hoped that it would make a speedy process because I was definitely down for the count. They sent me to the waiting area where I met the King of all the Rednecks. Oh yes, another delightful term to add to your southern vernacular. He had brought his wife in for stomach pains as well, as well as his cousin, his son, daughter, and two brothers. Yes, all of them, at 12am. One of them was eating this massive cheeseburger and I legitimately thought I was going to heave all over him. The father looks in my direction, where i am curled in the fetal position in those uncomfortable hospital chairs and says " Oh darlin you don't look good you got the stomach problems like my baby over there? HA HA don't throw up on the floor!!" Oh don't worry sir, if i need to vomit it will be on your lap for continually mocking me while sick. He then directs his questions to his wife where he asks "Babe, what do you want to eat?! I'll go to mcdonald's, cookout, taco bell, hell ill even go to hardee's for you tonight if that'll make you feel better!" Okay, if this lady is feeling anything like me the thought of fast food should make her gills green. She responds, " No i don't like that cookout gives me the runs and my stomach already hurts, just go get me some m&ms and a snickers bar from the vending machine while I wait." Okay, see I have a problem with someone going before me to be seen by a doctor that can down a king size package of peanut m&ms when their stomach is "Killing them." yea no lady, chill out on the twinkies and corn dogs and pop a pepto you'll be fine. I apologize for my socioeconomic stereotyping but I was not feeling well and was in a great deal of pain. I finally got called back at 12:30 and they gave me anti-nausea meds and morphine and I felt MUCH better. They took a cat scan to rule out appendicitis because I had such awful abdominal pain, but it turns out it was just the stomach bug.. or so I thought. I got home at 3am and went right to bed. I slept on and off till saturday night when I had to go to work. I still felt crappy and hadn't been able to keep any food down since thursday morning. I got through my shift, but took another downward spiral Sunday when my fever kept spiking. Kris came over at 3 and gave me flu medicine which made me feel better for awhile, but it wore off at about 1am and I should have taken it as soon as it did, but I didn't. I is not a smart girl. By the time I finally took it I was shaking with chills so badly it felt like my bones were gonna break. So I decided at 3am to sit in my shower till the hot water ran out in attempts to warm up. It worked and I got back in bed and fell asleep. I woke up about 45 minutes later after sweating right through my sheets because my fever broke. I didn't get much sleep the rest of the night and into the day so I am looking forward to sleeping tonight. I had to go to class tonight so I rallied and went to class and got a slurpee after and finally feel half way decent. I am really looking forward to my mommy coming down next weekend and giving me a little TLC. We all know how I revert back to being 5 years old when I am sick, and it seems nothing has changed.
I apologize for my crude humor, but that one is just too funny.
I started my class last Wednesday, Anatomy and Physiology I. I am retaking it to get an A so I have better quality points to get into nursing school. Let me just tell you how smart I feel. My professor took and hour and ten minutes to explain the syllabus…. then took and hour and a half to go over the first 10 slides of the power point. What a gem. Oh and when class was finishing up she said we were going to have a firedrill so everyone knew how to get out of the building.. Oh I'm sorry I was not aware that a room full of 18-30 year olds didn't know how to walk down the stairs and out of the doors, but sure let's pretend we're in 4th grade again and line up on the parking space lines. Really brought back great memories of my PCCS days. So the teacher watches and follows all 20 of us down the stairs and outsides, sees that obviously no one left, but still calls roll to make sure we're all there and "safe." Oh community college, you are never dull. This evening was no exception. We had a lecture for the first part of the class, then lab for the second half. We were instructed during lab to complete the first half of the 11 page lab in the left over hour and 25 minutes. I completed the ENTIRE lab with 50 minutes left.. awkward. Everyone else was on page 3 and I had to raise my hand and ask what to do now. Yes, you all know a genius now, feel special. She said oh wow! you teach class next week ha ha! Yes, exactly like that because her english is not so hot. This class will prove to be entertaining I am sure. I look forward to keeping you informed along the way! My next blog will be January 22!! Promise this time, as long as I don't contract the plague again.
High: mom comes friday!
Low: the plague
Weather: goes from 20 to 70 in a matter of days, I can't keep up
