I was reading Meredith tell about a night at the bar and she asked what the worst pick up lines were. I gave her a condensed version of the story, you lucky folks (anyone? anyone?...... *crickets*) get the long version.
Right after the Ex and I split, My mom took me and my sister and some friends to Vegas for a girls weekend. I wanted to dance and play and sit by the pool and not think of the ex at all for one weekend. Vegas is perfect for that.
We played by the pool, we gambled a little, and we ate at IHOP at midnight. After that my sister and I were the only ones willing to dance. (I really wanted to, I think my sister only went for me, gotta love her). So we got all gussied up and went to the Coyote Ugly bar in New York New York.
We paid our cover, got in, she got a drink and we started to dance, soon we were joined by a very intoxicated older man. He tried dancing with me, slurred out the standard "where are you from why are you here" question. When I told him it was to celebrate my divorce I think he took that as a challenge.
He immediately kissed me (eww), he caught me off guard so I couldn't dodge the first kiss, but I did the ones after that. Then he asked if I wanted to go up to his hotel room. Polite little me said "um, no thanks"
I think he thought I was waiting for a better offer, because he kept changing the offer.
We could go down and find his wife(!!) and the three of us could go back to his room.
He could watch me make out with his wife
If I wasn't into his wife he would take me and my sister back upstairs (What? do people really do that?)
At that point my sister needed another drink (wink wink) and we high tailed it out of there.
That my friends was my welcome back to the single life, sadly, its not been too much up hill from there. Next time maybe I'll tell you about the only other guy I have kissed besides the Ex. That one at least was fun, and more than once, and happened more than once at work, and more than once while I was still on the clock. Oh yeah, good times.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
More than you ever wanted to know about me
I should preface this with, I know I am blessed. I know I have food on my plate and a roof over my head and family and friends that love and support me. I know I should be grateful for all of that and not complain, I know this but in actuality, I'm gonna complain a little.
When I was 7 my dad had a heart attack and died. Sad yes but bad things happen, I grew up, I've moved on. In the past couple of years I have had aches and pains and stuff and had my heart checked a couple times. Usually they put a couple leads on my chest, check me out, yup your fine, quit being a baby. In the mist of all that I had a diseased gallbladder and they took that out and I felt relief for a while. That was right after The Princess was born, so almost 7 years ago.
A year and a half ago, while I was building my house (literally, I hammered nails and lifted walls and placed tiles and all that fun stuff0 I started to get this pain in my chest, between my breasts right where my bras sits, sometimes a little lower. It felt sometimes as if my boobs were too big and pulling me down, and if I could just stretch my chest I would feel better. I headed to the Doctor and they suggested I had heart burn, quit the caffeine (sad I love Diet coke) and watch what I eat. that worked for a little while. then the pain came back, they gave me a drug to take everyday to lessen the acid in my stomach, that worked for a while.
But the pain kept coming back, all this while I was thinking "I sure hope its not my heart, that would really suck" but I was in discussions with doctors who knew my family history, I was having my cholesterol (its a tinsy bit high) and blood pressure (perfect!) taken regularly and I was always trying to loose weight (I'm big girl). That all eased my mind at the time.
The pain kept coming back and in December of last year I was in tons of pain and every once in a while my heart would speed and then I would have a release of adrenalin. I hate the feeling of adrenalin like that so again, off to the doctors I go he claims I have PVC's. Where the pacemaker of my individual heart cells was misfiring and creating an extra heart beat. all completely normal, most likely caused by caffeine and my weight (yes I still loved Diet Coke, I was an addict) so I cold turkey cut out all caffeine, even carbonation because that was causing so much of my heart burn. It was hard but I never want to feel that way again. Still 7 months later I haven't had so much as a sip of Diet Coke.
This whole time I was flitting around between two or three different doctors depending on their availability and my proximity to them at the time.
January I started seeing a new doctor, well nurse practitioner really. She is awesome. We shall call her Dr. J.
It was about this time I started to have anxiety. I would lay in bed at night and think, what if the pain in chest I just dismiss as heart burn is really something else? What if I go to bed tonight and have a heart attack and my kids find me in the morning, would Princess know who to call? They will end up with the Ex, not only is their life traumatized by finding their dead mother, now they have to live with him! What if I am alone and my cats eat me before anyone find me?
Yeah, I know, sick, but these were my nightly thoughts. I went to bed every night praying, "please God, let me wake up in the morning"
Then with the increased pain Dr. J suggested an Upper GI Scope where they look at my esophagus and my stomach and my upper intestines to make sure there was no hernia or ulcer or anything like that. I had the scope done and low and behold there is a Hiatel Hernia. Yeah problem solved fix it right?
Wrong, they just give me more drugs and tell me to live with it, I will be on them the rest of my life. I was fine for a while, knowing I had pain, knowing I should expect pain, knowing it was a hernia and not my heart. Then one day my shoulder hurt I think, and the anxiety kicked back in. All the What if questions were back, and they were not just at night, they were during the day too.
I spoke with Dr. J, she gave me some meds to take when I feel the anxiety coming on, and they help me focus, help stop the flood of the what if questions, help stop the freight train of fear they cause.
While dealing with the anxiety, she also wanted to make sure there was nothing to worry about, she ran some blood test , one in particular that was a predictor of cardiovascular inflammation. Normal is anything 3 or below, mine came back at 4. She checked my cholesterol again it hadn't changed, even with the addition of exercise (I started running, go me!) and fish oil (gotta love those Omega 3's) so she suggested I meet with a cardiologist, just to be sure everything was fine. I made the appointment. In the mean time I started having shortness of breath, headaches and a little dizziness. Nothing too bad, sometimes it wasn't even a problem, sometimes I could hardly get a deep breath so I went back in to Dr. J thinking it was just the anxiety again.
This last appointment was yesterday, the 24th. We talked about how it really could be just the anxiety, most likely was, we talked about ways to feel better and what I should do and how I can handle it, then just to be sure, lets take a chest x-ray.
Last year I had pneumonia so I had one done then too, now my heart is bigger. I have an enlarged heart. It is most likely causing my shortness of breath (not the anxiety, but trust me that's in full gear too) and my headaches and dizziness. I have no idea what caused it, no idea how to fix it, no idea about any of it.
Googling is out the question, if I thought I was dying before, webMD would leave no doubt, only it would tell me I had lupus or something.
Basically I am scared shit less, and part of being single is when I am scared shit less there is no one to share that fear, no one to reassure me, no one to hold my hand as Dr. J makes calls and pulls string and tries to get me in with the cardiologist ASAP and schedules a stress echo to figure out what the hell is going on. I have told no one besides Dr. J the entirety of my fear and I feel like I just need somewhere to express it, to say it all out loud, so your welcome Internet.
You now know more than my mother
When I was 7 my dad had a heart attack and died. Sad yes but bad things happen, I grew up, I've moved on. In the past couple of years I have had aches and pains and stuff and had my heart checked a couple times. Usually they put a couple leads on my chest, check me out, yup your fine, quit being a baby. In the mist of all that I had a diseased gallbladder and they took that out and I felt relief for a while. That was right after The Princess was born, so almost 7 years ago.
A year and a half ago, while I was building my house (literally, I hammered nails and lifted walls and placed tiles and all that fun stuff0 I started to get this pain in my chest, between my breasts right where my bras sits, sometimes a little lower. It felt sometimes as if my boobs were too big and pulling me down, and if I could just stretch my chest I would feel better. I headed to the Doctor and they suggested I had heart burn, quit the caffeine (sad I love Diet coke) and watch what I eat. that worked for a little while. then the pain came back, they gave me a drug to take everyday to lessen the acid in my stomach, that worked for a while.
But the pain kept coming back, all this while I was thinking "I sure hope its not my heart, that would really suck" but I was in discussions with doctors who knew my family history, I was having my cholesterol (its a tinsy bit high) and blood pressure (perfect!) taken regularly and I was always trying to loose weight (I'm big girl). That all eased my mind at the time.
The pain kept coming back and in December of last year I was in tons of pain and every once in a while my heart would speed and then I would have a release of adrenalin. I hate the feeling of adrenalin like that so again, off to the doctors I go he claims I have PVC's. Where the pacemaker of my individual heart cells was misfiring and creating an extra heart beat. all completely normal, most likely caused by caffeine and my weight (yes I still loved Diet Coke, I was an addict) so I cold turkey cut out all caffeine, even carbonation because that was causing so much of my heart burn. It was hard but I never want to feel that way again. Still 7 months later I haven't had so much as a sip of Diet Coke.
This whole time I was flitting around between two or three different doctors depending on their availability and my proximity to them at the time.
January I started seeing a new doctor, well nurse practitioner really. She is awesome. We shall call her Dr. J.
It was about this time I started to have anxiety. I would lay in bed at night and think, what if the pain in chest I just dismiss as heart burn is really something else? What if I go to bed tonight and have a heart attack and my kids find me in the morning, would Princess know who to call? They will end up with the Ex, not only is their life traumatized by finding their dead mother, now they have to live with him! What if I am alone and my cats eat me before anyone find me?
Yeah, I know, sick, but these were my nightly thoughts. I went to bed every night praying, "please God, let me wake up in the morning"
Then with the increased pain Dr. J suggested an Upper GI Scope where they look at my esophagus and my stomach and my upper intestines to make sure there was no hernia or ulcer or anything like that. I had the scope done and low and behold there is a Hiatel Hernia. Yeah problem solved fix it right?
Wrong, they just give me more drugs and tell me to live with it, I will be on them the rest of my life. I was fine for a while, knowing I had pain, knowing I should expect pain, knowing it was a hernia and not my heart. Then one day my shoulder hurt I think, and the anxiety kicked back in. All the What if questions were back, and they were not just at night, they were during the day too.
I spoke with Dr. J, she gave me some meds to take when I feel the anxiety coming on, and they help me focus, help stop the flood of the what if questions, help stop the freight train of fear they cause.
While dealing with the anxiety, she also wanted to make sure there was nothing to worry about, she ran some blood test , one in particular that was a predictor of cardiovascular inflammation. Normal is anything 3 or below, mine came back at 4. She checked my cholesterol again it hadn't changed, even with the addition of exercise (I started running, go me!) and fish oil (gotta love those Omega 3's) so she suggested I meet with a cardiologist, just to be sure everything was fine. I made the appointment. In the mean time I started having shortness of breath, headaches and a little dizziness. Nothing too bad, sometimes it wasn't even a problem, sometimes I could hardly get a deep breath so I went back in to Dr. J thinking it was just the anxiety again.
This last appointment was yesterday, the 24th. We talked about how it really could be just the anxiety, most likely was, we talked about ways to feel better and what I should do and how I can handle it, then just to be sure, lets take a chest x-ray.
Last year I had pneumonia so I had one done then too, now my heart is bigger. I have an enlarged heart. It is most likely causing my shortness of breath (not the anxiety, but trust me that's in full gear too) and my headaches and dizziness. I have no idea what caused it, no idea how to fix it, no idea about any of it.
Googling is out the question, if I thought I was dying before, webMD would leave no doubt, only it would tell me I had lupus or something.
Basically I am scared shit less, and part of being single is when I am scared shit less there is no one to share that fear, no one to reassure me, no one to hold my hand as Dr. J makes calls and pulls string and tries to get me in with the cardiologist ASAP and schedules a stress echo to figure out what the hell is going on. I have told no one besides Dr. J the entirety of my fear and I feel like I just need somewhere to express it, to say it all out loud, so your welcome Internet.
You now know more than my mother
Friday, July 22, 2011
There are some thing my family should never know
Which is why I blog, and I do it anonymously.
Well okay that's not the whole reason. I did have a family blog, put my kids pictures and our last name and everything.
And then I got a stalker,
well sort of.
He was actually just a creep that wanted my job but he found my blog through facebook and tried to use it to show the major head honchos that I'm an idiot. (that it an extremely condensed version of what happened, but it sums it up nicely). Since I do not want to be Dooced, I made my personal blog private and then stopped writing.
It wasn't a conscience decision to stop writing but I kinda felt mad, okay I felt really pissed. I wanted to write(no matter how bad I am at it) and I wanted to write whatever I want without feeling like I had to sensor myself!
So that's why I'm here, because I feel like I should be able to say whatever the Hell I want!
I occasionally swear, I like to talk about boys, I sometimes complain about my kids. I want to be able to rant about The Ex or the morons at work (without specifics of course). Or complain that I am baby hungry, or horny because its been over three years (THREE.YEARS!) but I don't have casual sex and yes sometimes that decision of mine pisses me off. I want to complain that hormones suck because when they are raging certain songs make me cry. I want to tell you all about the details of my at work make-out buddy (oh yes I did) and how now he asks for dating advice (oh yes he does).
I want to post whatever little random thought pops into my head at any given moment.
Brace yourselves, and welcome to my blog!
Well okay that's not the whole reason. I did have a family blog, put my kids pictures and our last name and everything.
And then I got a stalker,
well sort of.
He was actually just a creep that wanted my job but he found my blog through facebook and tried to use it to show the major head honchos that I'm an idiot. (that it an extremely condensed version of what happened, but it sums it up nicely). Since I do not want to be Dooced, I made my personal blog private and then stopped writing.
It wasn't a conscience decision to stop writing but I kinda felt mad, okay I felt really pissed. I wanted to write(no matter how bad I am at it) and I wanted to write whatever I want without feeling like I had to sensor myself!
So that's why I'm here, because I feel like I should be able to say whatever the Hell I want!
I occasionally swear, I like to talk about boys, I sometimes complain about my kids. I want to be able to rant about The Ex or the morons at work (without specifics of course). Or complain that I am baby hungry, or horny because its been over three years (THREE.YEARS!) but I don't have casual sex and yes sometimes that decision of mine pisses me off. I want to complain that hormones suck because when they are raging certain songs make me cry. I want to tell you all about the details of my at work make-out buddy (oh yes I did) and how now he asks for dating advice (oh yes he does).
I want to post whatever little random thought pops into my head at any given moment.
Brace yourselves, and welcome to my blog!
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