You'd think I'd know better than this

I've been doing my own laundry since I was 12. My mom told me at that point that she wasn't washing my clothes anymore. I thought she was mean at the time, but now I'm glad I knew what I was doing when I went away to college. And now I do all the laundry for the house, usually on Fridays and Saturdays.

After yesterday's apple-regurgitating incident, I had to go home and change. I threw everything I'd been wearing in the machine. Everything. Including my red dress and white bra. You see where this is going?

I will say the bra is now a lovely shade of rose, but that's not what I wanted. I tried bleaching it, but to no avail. Oh well -- pink is one of my favorite colors.

Those damn morning people

I have never been among the world's elite -- the morning people. You know these irritating folk -- jump out of bed at the crack of dawn and irritate the rest of us with their chipper, happy attitude. They make us feel lazy. They goad us out of bed. And they get shit done while I'm still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

I was born with a very cantankerous morning personality -- I used to throw shoes at anyone who came to wake me up. M has learned to leave me alone, although he gets up early on Saturday mornings (sweet time of rest for me) and then gives me crap about all the stuff he's gotten done while I was catching up on a week of hitting the snooze button and then dragging my lead-filled body out of bed. I live for the weekends. And as much as I want children, one thing I'm not looking forward to (to say the least) is the sleep deprivation.

I've heard from friend moms who have become reformed morning people that kids change your body clock and make you want to get up early. I'm not so sure about that. If you've got an opinion, share it. I'll be on my second caffienated beverage of the day. Bah.

Feelin' kinda toothy

I had my root canal this morning. I was scared stiff. Bless M for rescheduling his morning so he could come with me. We did get stuck in the backup from that Route 2 rollover this morning -- what was up with that?

Anyway, the endodontist was amazing, as was his nurse. They saw what a wreck I was and immediately took steps to calm me down. They also gave me three shots of Novocaine and one in the tooth, so I really didn't feel a thing. I have a temporary filling over it now and will need to go back in three weeks for them to fill it with a rubber epoxy. But as the endo said, I'm about 95 percent done at this point. So yay. I stayed home today to recover from the Novocaine -- it always knocks me out.

So I was thinking about my earlier post bitching about all my minor irritants this year. And here's the thing: While I've had a bit of a run of bad luck, every issue has healed quickly and nicely. I'm walking fine, wearing my contacts again and sinus infection-free. So I can't complain. And now I really won't.

Completely unrelated note: Did anyone watch the new David E. Kelley show last night, The Wedding Bells? I thought it was quite entertaining, and I'm glad to see DEK back on TV again.

No time for blog, Dr. Jones

Back tomorrow (hopefully).

March forth!

You know, the only day of the year that's a command.

Yes, I am a dork.

Much too much of a good thing

As a belated Valentine's Day gift, my M took me to the chocolate buffet at Cafe Fleuri. I was looking forward to it all week. It was a beautiful spread -- chocolate panini, chocolate croissants, ice cream, make-your-own-crepe station and desserts up the wazoo.

The problem is, after two plates of choco goodness, I started to feel absolutely sick. As much as I adore my chocolate, that stuff was much too rich for me. I don't think I have ever been that full in my life. We paid the bill and staggered out the door into the Boston sunshine, our bellies groaning and our heads foggy from the sugar overload.

We took a sprightly walk (yes, my foot feels much better) around our favorite places in Boston: Fanueil Hall and the North End. M needed to get his pizza fix at Ernesto's, so we got some. I was amazed at the bottomlessness of his belly.

As for me, my belly hurt for the rest of the day. I came home and needed to nap for four hours, and then I slept through the night. We went to a party today, where there was lots more good food, and now my stomach feels like it's going to fall out. Could be the antibiotics I'm taking for my sinus infection, too, but I'm ready to live on bread and water the rest of the weekend.

But I love my M for taking me to the choco buffet. It certainly was an experience!

Kicking it old school

I've worn glasses since ninth grade. For my wedding, I got contacts and kept wearing them. Until a few months ago, when I got an eye infection and couldn't wear my contacts anymore. So I started wearing glasses.

Well, I'm pretty sure my eye infection is healed. But I keep wearing glasses. I kind of like them. Not, of course, having them fog up when I come in from the outside or the loss of peripheral vision. But they are a great shape for my face, and I think they look nice.

I have six boxes of disposable contacts in my medicine cabinet and will probably wear them again at some point. But for now, I'm "glasses Christine," as M calls me.

Living on Aleve

My foot is getting better, but it's still painful in the morning. So I've been popping two Aleve every morning. It helps. But staying off it is the best medicine. I went back to the ER last Friday, since it really hurt, and they told me I needed to be better about resting. Not easy for me. M has been good about waiting on me. I'm just tired of my damn crutches and having people stare.

My left foot

I'm only getting to my daily posting duties now. That's because last night, M and I were hanging out on the couch together when the phone rang. I jumped out of my chair entirely too quickly. What happened next is sort of a blur and difficult to explain, but essentially my foot bent inversely inward and under.

Never in my life have I felt pain like that. I thought my head was going to explode. I couldn't even speak. M immediately jumped up to see if I was OK, and it took me a good minute to be able to answer him. I then promptly burst into tears, a completely visceral reaction. M helped me back onto the couch and consoled me. He helped me upstairs, and then he fell asleep. So I hobbled downstairs and watched Grey's Anatomy with an ice pack on my bum ankle for the length of the show. (BTW, was that episode smokin' or what?)

So I go back upstairs and go to bed. At this point, after an hour of icing, I can put light weight onto my foot. I figure all is well.

I barely slept last night. My foot throbbed worse and worse as the night went on. I tried to get out of bed this morning and couldn't put any weight on my foot. That scared the shit out of me, so I called out for M. He helped me get dressed and drove me to the local ER.

Well, I had X-rays, and it isn't broken, thank goodness. It is, however, severely swollen and sprained. The nurse fit me with an air cast, and I am now the proud owner of a pair of pedi crutches -- I was too shrimpy for even the smallest adult ones. PT had to come down and show me how to use the crutches, as I was attempting to hop around on them, and since my foot isn't broken, I can put some weight on it and just use the crutches as an aide in walking.

So I stayed home today. Aleve is my friend. Unfortunately, I was supposed to have dinner with the girlz from my old job tonight in Nashua. I had to bail. I'm sad. At least M is bringing home Chinese food.