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jianantonicSo far, we're having a GREAT day here at the office. No, really, fucking fantastic.
Let's rewind. Yesterday morning, we all did the how was your weekend bit, and Nate tells us, "Oh, fine, I was a little sick, though. I puked up blood on Saturday morning, but then I was fine after that." We all made a big deal out of the puking blood thing and told him he should get it checked out. "Oh, no, it's nothing, it happens all the time." Um, then DEFINITELY get it checked out. So he made a doctor's appointment for the afternoon. Right before he left, Vic called (he's out of town) and told me to make sure to get the info I'll need from Nate in case he has to be out sick for a day or two so I can cover his job. Well, at this point it was too late for me to get this info, but I said I would and went back to doing my job, because despite my frequent blogging yesterday, I actually have kind of a schload of work to do here. I have a few extra pieces to write on top of my regular weekly column and edits, and these are to be very long and difficult for me, I'm afraid, since it's something brand new to me. Plus it's trade rollout week. Just a stressful time in general.
So anyway, at about 3:30, Nate calls. "Meg, can you stay late so I can show you how to do some stuff for tomorrow? I'm having surgery."
Shit.
Now, I know I shouldn't be all woe is me - I'm not the one with stomach bleeding - but if yesterday hadn't already been the longest day in the history of the world, having to work late so I could be prepared to come in the next day and do an extra workload, well, that just sealed the deal. Nate came in for a little while and rushed me through all the things I'll need to do for him, and I pretended like I understood, because he was far too flustered to speak clearly and I didn't want to fluster him farther by making him worry that I'd fuck everything up today. So all night I had this stress on me that I'm completely on my own with that today, on top of everything else I have to do as well.
I went to see my trainer and had a really great 2 hours at the gym. Besides lunch with Emily, these were the only 2 good hours of my day yesterday. I got there 30 minutes early and did some light cardio. I felt good, like I could kick it up a few notches if I wanted to, but I didn't because I knew I had to save something for weight training with Jen. Usually I do weights before cardio anyway and I didn't want to fuck myself up. So anyway I did an upper body workout with Jen. Gold's has some new equipment that she was eager to use, and she absolutely clobbered me. The most interesting thing she had me do (and the hardest) was this:
I got down into a plank (pushup) position with both hands on the bosu. Then, one hand at a time, I walked myself onto the floor and back up to the bosu, 3 sets of 15 reps, maintaining that straight-armed plank the whole time. This works chest, back, abs, and arms. I felt it most in my abs and chest. It's hard!
After my session, Jen asked me if I was going to sign up for more training with her, seein' as I only have 3 sessions left on my current package. I said I was definitely planning on it and I would buy them right then if she wanted me to. She got very excited and we went to the little meeting room to fill out a new contract. She said she was really glad I was picking up sessions because she loves training me and I'm one of her favorite people in the world. We had a long talk about how much we've enjoyed working together lately and how much we love each other and we ended up making each other cry. It was a very girly moment, very touching, and very inspiring. So I went home on a fitness high and just generally feeling great about myself and great about the fact that I knew I'd given Jen a great compliment that made her feel great about herself and it was just a lovely feeling.
I rewarded myself for getting through the day (at least through to 9pm) with a long, hot shower, then I went straight to bed, trying to sleep away the time until Ahren got home. I was expecting him sometime between midnight and 3am, but didn't really know. I kept waking back up, so I'd start a new episode of some DVD on my laptop and doze off while it played, only to wake up when it ended and start something new. I basically slept for 15 minutes at a time, when I was able to fall asleep at all, for the whole night. At 5:30 I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. Where the fuck was Ahren? I called him twice and got no answer, so I gave up. He called me a few minutes later to say he'd gotten too tired to drive and stopped to nap, but that he was just getting on 29 from 66. Damn...that's like an hour and a half away. Sure enough, I tossed and turned until 7am when he finally arrived. He smelled horrible and could barely keep his eyes open, so for the ten minutes before my alarm went off, we curled up together under the covers and both of us finally got some sleep. For ten minutes.
And now I'm at work, struggling to get everything done that I need to. So far it's been better than expected, and I'm just waiting out a lull now while I wait for a coworker to finish a report that I need before I can move on to my next task. At some point today, I hope to take a minute to actually enjoy Ahren's return. Hopefully I can get away for lunch.
Peace.
Let's rewind. Yesterday morning, we all did the how was your weekend bit, and Nate tells us, "Oh, fine, I was a little sick, though. I puked up blood on Saturday morning, but then I was fine after that." We all made a big deal out of the puking blood thing and told him he should get it checked out. "Oh, no, it's nothing, it happens all the time." Um, then DEFINITELY get it checked out. So he made a doctor's appointment for the afternoon. Right before he left, Vic called (he's out of town) and told me to make sure to get the info I'll need from Nate in case he has to be out sick for a day or two so I can cover his job. Well, at this point it was too late for me to get this info, but I said I would and went back to doing my job, because despite my frequent blogging yesterday, I actually have kind of a schload of work to do here. I have a few extra pieces to write on top of my regular weekly column and edits, and these are to be very long and difficult for me, I'm afraid, since it's something brand new to me. Plus it's trade rollout week. Just a stressful time in general.
So anyway, at about 3:30, Nate calls. "Meg, can you stay late so I can show you how to do some stuff for tomorrow? I'm having surgery."
Shit.
Now, I know I shouldn't be all woe is me - I'm not the one with stomach bleeding - but if yesterday hadn't already been the longest day in the history of the world, having to work late so I could be prepared to come in the next day and do an extra workload, well, that just sealed the deal. Nate came in for a little while and rushed me through all the things I'll need to do for him, and I pretended like I understood, because he was far too flustered to speak clearly and I didn't want to fluster him farther by making him worry that I'd fuck everything up today. So all night I had this stress on me that I'm completely on my own with that today, on top of everything else I have to do as well.
I went to see my trainer and had a really great 2 hours at the gym. Besides lunch with Emily, these were the only 2 good hours of my day yesterday. I got there 30 minutes early and did some light cardio. I felt good, like I could kick it up a few notches if I wanted to, but I didn't because I knew I had to save something for weight training with Jen. Usually I do weights before cardio anyway and I didn't want to fuck myself up. So anyway I did an upper body workout with Jen. Gold's has some new equipment that she was eager to use, and she absolutely clobbered me. The most interesting thing she had me do (and the hardest) was this:
I got down into a plank (pushup) position with both hands on the bosu. Then, one hand at a time, I walked myself onto the floor and back up to the bosu, 3 sets of 15 reps, maintaining that straight-armed plank the whole time. This works chest, back, abs, and arms. I felt it most in my abs and chest. It's hard!
After my session, Jen asked me if I was going to sign up for more training with her, seein' as I only have 3 sessions left on my current package. I said I was definitely planning on it and I would buy them right then if she wanted me to. She got very excited and we went to the little meeting room to fill out a new contract. She said she was really glad I was picking up sessions because she loves training me and I'm one of her favorite people in the world. We had a long talk about how much we've enjoyed working together lately and how much we love each other and we ended up making each other cry. It was a very girly moment, very touching, and very inspiring. So I went home on a fitness high and just generally feeling great about myself and great about the fact that I knew I'd given Jen a great compliment that made her feel great about herself and it was just a lovely feeling.
I rewarded myself for getting through the day (at least through to 9pm) with a long, hot shower, then I went straight to bed, trying to sleep away the time until Ahren got home. I was expecting him sometime between midnight and 3am, but didn't really know. I kept waking back up, so I'd start a new episode of some DVD on my laptop and doze off while it played, only to wake up when it ended and start something new. I basically slept for 15 minutes at a time, when I was able to fall asleep at all, for the whole night. At 5:30 I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. Where the fuck was Ahren? I called him twice and got no answer, so I gave up. He called me a few minutes later to say he'd gotten too tired to drive and stopped to nap, but that he was just getting on 29 from 66. Damn...that's like an hour and a half away. Sure enough, I tossed and turned until 7am when he finally arrived. He smelled horrible and could barely keep his eyes open, so for the ten minutes before my alarm went off, we curled up together under the covers and both of us finally got some sleep. For ten minutes.
And now I'm at work, struggling to get everything done that I need to. So far it's been better than expected, and I'm just waiting out a lull now while I wait for a coworker to finish a report that I need before I can move on to my next task. At some point today, I hope to take a minute to actually enjoy Ahren's return. Hopefully I can get away for lunch.
Peace.
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Date: 2007-03-22 03:18 am (UTC)You have health insurance, right? You should think about seeing a doctor for your lack of being able to sleep without a DVD playing or someone with you (am I right on that? my memory's fuzzy). I read somewhere (haha, so reliable, right?) that listening to music while you sleep doesn't allow you to go into the deepest, most refreshing kind of sleep (because of the distraction the noise provides), so it hinders your body being able to recharge. You might try a white-noise generator instead if you can't sleep in total silence--there's nothing in the white noise that your ears and brain can focus on and say "Hey! That's language! I should be listening to that and trying to comprehend it!" because that keeps you from fully resting.
But hey, I could be full of shit. :-) I still think you should talk to your doctor about it (if you haven't already).
Feel better!
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Date: 2007-03-22 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-22 12:12 pm (UTC)Hope your today goes better than your yesterday!