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Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Disappointment and TMI
I got a tweet today that the Torched Goodness gourmet food truck was going to be just a couple of miles away from me until 2:00, so I rushed over there during my lunch break and couldn't find it anywhere! They were serving a lunch cup of chili with corn souffle, and they also had creme brulee. I am kind of upset that I missed it. I did walk around with Sophie for a little bit and I bought some Macaroons from a bakery stand (mmmm!), but I wound up settling for Wendy's for lunch, which is a far cry from corn souffle and creme brulee.
Stupid food truck. If you say you'll be someplace until 2:00, you really shouldn't leave before 2:00!
(edit: just found out they didn't have the truck there, just a tent at the Farmer's Market, but they said they were there til 2:00 and I was right where they said they were, it's where I bought the macaroons, and I definitely didn't see them!)
On my way home I started to feel really funky - sort of light-headed and really shaky. I think it was either from low blood sugar, even though I ate a bowl of cereal earlier, or anxiety. I don't know what I had to be anxious about, but I'm just naturally anxious so could have been an anxiety attack. Kind of felt like one. That's the weird thing about anxiety; sometimes it seems to manifest for what seems like no reason at all. One of the first times I experienced physical symptoms of anxiety I wasn't doing anything at all. It was a Sunday morning, I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and suddenly my heart was racing. I went to the ER because it really freaked me out, and there was nothing wrong with me. Or at least nothing wrong with my heart.
Another time it was late and I was on the computer, I couldn't sleep so I had gotten up and was checking email or something, when suddenly I felt dizzy, sweaty but cold, and nauseated. I also suddenly couldn't move my hands. I thought I was having a stroke or something, and what did I do? Went on Webmd.com and typed in my symptoms, even though I could barely move my hands, to look up what might be happening to me. I couldn't find much that was helpful so the next day, since I didn't die in my sleep, I went to Urgent Care and was told it was Anxiety.
The doctor there gave me a list of symptoms and suddenly so many things made sense. I felt like someone was shining a light down on me and angels were singing; it was an epiphany. The listed symptoms were like a description of me, of things I'd experienced my entire life, and I couldn't believe that I hadn't been diagnosed much sooner.
I haven't had any issues with my anxiety in a while, I don't even remember the last time I had an anxiety attack, but it has been a bit crazy lately so I'm not really surprised. We've had to move all our stuff downstairs in order to have workers install our bamboo flooring upstairs. The clutter alone is making me nuts. Then there's the cost - way more than I'd like (though definitely worth it). Still, it's stressful spending all that money on the floors when I feel like we should pay off the credit cards, which are full of vet bills and our trip to Colorado and other such stuff. Then lastly there's my dad, who has been so ill for the last couple of years and whose health is just declining more and more. Not only is he having health issues, but he's so unhappy. It's just a lot to deal with.
Sometimes I just want to check-out and go into stasis. Put me in a tank in a medically induced coma and leave me there a couple of weeks. Hook up an IV for nutrients and something for waste products. Pull me out and maybe not only will I be refreshed, but I might also be skinny! That would be awesome.
Maybe I'll start a business. The Stasis Store. Anyone want in?
Stupid food truck. If you say you'll be someplace until 2:00, you really shouldn't leave before 2:00!
(edit: just found out they didn't have the truck there, just a tent at the Farmer's Market, but they said they were there til 2:00 and I was right where they said they were, it's where I bought the macaroons, and I definitely didn't see them!)
On my way home I started to feel really funky - sort of light-headed and really shaky. I think it was either from low blood sugar, even though I ate a bowl of cereal earlier, or anxiety. I don't know what I had to be anxious about, but I'm just naturally anxious so could have been an anxiety attack. Kind of felt like one. That's the weird thing about anxiety; sometimes it seems to manifest for what seems like no reason at all. One of the first times I experienced physical symptoms of anxiety I wasn't doing anything at all. It was a Sunday morning, I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and suddenly my heart was racing. I went to the ER because it really freaked me out, and there was nothing wrong with me. Or at least nothing wrong with my heart.
Another time it was late and I was on the computer, I couldn't sleep so I had gotten up and was checking email or something, when suddenly I felt dizzy, sweaty but cold, and nauseated. I also suddenly couldn't move my hands. I thought I was having a stroke or something, and what did I do? Went on Webmd.com and typed in my symptoms, even though I could barely move my hands, to look up what might be happening to me. I couldn't find much that was helpful so the next day, since I didn't die in my sleep, I went to Urgent Care and was told it was Anxiety.
The doctor there gave me a list of symptoms and suddenly so many things made sense. I felt like someone was shining a light down on me and angels were singing; it was an epiphany. The listed symptoms were like a description of me, of things I'd experienced my entire life, and I couldn't believe that I hadn't been diagnosed much sooner.
I haven't had any issues with my anxiety in a while, I don't even remember the last time I had an anxiety attack, but it has been a bit crazy lately so I'm not really surprised. We've had to move all our stuff downstairs in order to have workers install our bamboo flooring upstairs. The clutter alone is making me nuts. Then there's the cost - way more than I'd like (though definitely worth it). Still, it's stressful spending all that money on the floors when I feel like we should pay off the credit cards, which are full of vet bills and our trip to Colorado and other such stuff. Then lastly there's my dad, who has been so ill for the last couple of years and whose health is just declining more and more. Not only is he having health issues, but he's so unhappy. It's just a lot to deal with.
Sometimes I just want to check-out and go into stasis. Put me in a tank in a medically induced coma and leave me there a couple of weeks. Hook up an IV for nutrients and something for waste products. Pull me out and maybe not only will I be refreshed, but I might also be skinny! That would be awesome.
Maybe I'll start a business. The Stasis Store. Anyone want in?
Monday, January 10, 2011
The sad state of Arizona
Everyone in the nation has heard by now, I'm sure, about the shooting incident in Tucson, Arizona that left 6 dead and many others wounded, including Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords. She was shot in the head and has miraculously survived thus far. Her doctors are, we're told, optimistic about her recovery.
Out of the 6 people who died, one was a little girl. This is so tragic. I can't imagine what her family is going through. It just makes me sad.
The young man who shot the Congresswoman and the others there apparently suffers from mental illness. I'm not surprised. I think to be able to shoot someone in the head and then fire into a crowd of people is a symptom of some sort of mental illness. There's obviously something wrong with you mentally if you can do that. That's not to say this person should be excused or pardoned for his behavior, but certainly it is not normal behavior.
Now there's a lot of political talk going on now, with a lot of finger-pointing and blaming and posturing. Sometimes it makes me just want to move and live somewhere else. Canada. Or Sweden. Or Italy! A nice villa in Umbria with a red door and flowers on the patio. That'd be nice.
-A
Out of the 6 people who died, one was a little girl. This is so tragic. I can't imagine what her family is going through. It just makes me sad.
The young man who shot the Congresswoman and the others there apparently suffers from mental illness. I'm not surprised. I think to be able to shoot someone in the head and then fire into a crowd of people is a symptom of some sort of mental illness. There's obviously something wrong with you mentally if you can do that. That's not to say this person should be excused or pardoned for his behavior, but certainly it is not normal behavior.
Now there's a lot of political talk going on now, with a lot of finger-pointing and blaming and posturing. Sometimes it makes me just want to move and live somewhere else. Canada. Or Sweden. Or Italy! A nice villa in Umbria with a red door and flowers on the patio. That'd be nice.
-A
Ben Does Life blog
My friend just posted a photo of herself with Ben, who has a blog at:
www.bendoeslife.com
I didn't know who Ben was so I checked out his blog, and then watched his video on YouTube, here:
A great way to start the new year. Get inspired.
-Amy
www.bendoeslife.com
I didn't know who Ben was so I checked out his blog, and then watched his video on YouTube, here:
A great way to start the new year. Get inspired.
-Amy
Friday, January 7, 2011
I'm like a psychic. I should charge money.
On November 5th I posted about my favorite ex-boyfriend and how I dreamed he wanted my help picking out an engagement ring for his recent girlfriend. Something in me just knew that this was going to happen, and it did. They got engaged over the holidays and announced it today.
I'm very happy for them, truly, and I'm glad my subconscious prepared me for this or I think I might be a little sad too, and I'm not. I've already had time to get used to the idea and I'm feeling nothing but joy for them. Ok, maybe I'm feeling a tiny bit of something that's not joy but I can't even determine what it is exactly so let's just brush it aside and not talk about it. ;)
I had heard that someone else would be getting engaged over the holidays but I haven't seen any announcements so perhaps that didn't happen. I'll have to ask some mutual people what the scoop is. Holiday engagements are nice but kind of predictable, and cheesy, IMO. I like more spontaneity myself, though my engagement was anything but. My husband pretty much asked me without a ring, it wasn't even really a proper ask, and then we were off and planning the wedding before I ever got it. I kept teasing him I could call it off at any time because we weren't official until he actually truly asked me, with ring in hand. I picked out the ring and the diamond, he wanted me to, so that wasn't a surprise. And then he picked it up and I knew he had it so that wasn't a surprise either. So when he said we were going away for the weekend, I knew he was going to officially ask me, the only thing I didn't know for sure was where we were going.
Turned out we were going to Flagstaff where we stayed in a Bed & Breakfast, and he pretty much proposed as soon as we got checked in and brought our stuff to our room. I said yes, of course.
We had a fabulous weekend. We went out for drinks and live music and met up with a nice lesbian couple who hooked us up with a free plane ride over the Grand Canyon the next day (one of them worked there). It was pretty cool, except that John gets seasick and being in a small plane in the canyon feels very much like being in a small boat on the ocean. He threw up almost the entire time. Oops. At least we learned something. John needs Dramamine if he's going to be in a small plane and we love lesbians. But really, who doesn't? ;)
I'm very happy for them, truly, and I'm glad my subconscious prepared me for this or I think I might be a little sad too, and I'm not. I've already had time to get used to the idea and I'm feeling nothing but joy for them. Ok, maybe I'm feeling a tiny bit of something that's not joy but I can't even determine what it is exactly so let's just brush it aside and not talk about it. ;)
I had heard that someone else would be getting engaged over the holidays but I haven't seen any announcements so perhaps that didn't happen. I'll have to ask some mutual people what the scoop is. Holiday engagements are nice but kind of predictable, and cheesy, IMO. I like more spontaneity myself, though my engagement was anything but. My husband pretty much asked me without a ring, it wasn't even really a proper ask, and then we were off and planning the wedding before I ever got it. I kept teasing him I could call it off at any time because we weren't official until he actually truly asked me, with ring in hand. I picked out the ring and the diamond, he wanted me to, so that wasn't a surprise. And then he picked it up and I knew he had it so that wasn't a surprise either. So when he said we were going away for the weekend, I knew he was going to officially ask me, the only thing I didn't know for sure was where we were going.
Turned out we were going to Flagstaff where we stayed in a Bed & Breakfast, and he pretty much proposed as soon as we got checked in and brought our stuff to our room. I said yes, of course.
We had a fabulous weekend. We went out for drinks and live music and met up with a nice lesbian couple who hooked us up with a free plane ride over the Grand Canyon the next day (one of them worked there). It was pretty cool, except that John gets seasick and being in a small plane in the canyon feels very much like being in a small boat on the ocean. He threw up almost the entire time. Oops. At least we learned something. John needs Dramamine if he's going to be in a small plane and we love lesbians. But really, who doesn't? ;)
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