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I really hate when people feel sorry for me.
Today I was doing a bit of rampaging. There was a couple of things that were really bugging me, and I was getting through it by just putting my head down and working hard today and not letting anything else get to me. I had two people notice that I was in a bit of a funk. One kept, every time I went past, asking me what was wrong. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
The other just tried to make me laugh, and you know, it worked. By the time I was done working with this particular person, I was laughing and talking and I wasn’t really worried about what had been bothering me before.
Would you rather someone try and find out what’s wrong, or just help you treat the symptoms?
For once, I got up on time today. I was out of bed by 4:15 (yes, a.m., I’m slowly becoming a morning person) and didn’t spend too much time zombie-ing around the house.
But at 5:15, when my boss picks me up (they both have issues with me walking in the dark, even though I love it), I was still running around my room like a crazy person, looking for my belt, my keys, my card, my headphones (yes, these are necessary) and tape for my bandage.
My room, I have come to the conclusion, has reached disaster area proportions. It’s time to clean the room.
I wish I could take before/after photos, but the truth is… the before pictures are rather embarrassing. It’s just really really disorganized and I really need to put my clean laundry in the actual drawers, rather than leaving them in the laundry baskets, and all these papers here need to be filed or thrown away, and oh goodness, that’s a rather messy bunch of cords.
Wish me luck! I’m diving in!
This is probably going to be pretty gross. Sorry. In advance.
So, just under a month ago, I was at work when I noticed that my left leg was a little swollen. It was a little red, and I had a bug bite that was bothering me, but it was nothing really unusual. Except for the fact that it did hurt to put weight on it. A lot.
Through the next week, it just kept getting redder and redder, until I was worrying about it. I thought the bite on my leg was a spider bite, but it didn’t act like a spider bite. It started getting better. Benadryl kept the swelling down (even if I didn’t wake up in the morning… man, that stuff, knocks me out!). I noticed that where it had first turned red, there was a bruise. I should have known then that something was up, because I never bruise. Ever.
Two weeks ago, I woke up and the bruise had swollen up and had… I don’t know, come open or something. It was this oozy black nasty sore thing. I got scared and went straight to the doctor. She took one look at it and sent me straight to the emergency room.
After poking and prodding and taking blood and IV-ing me (I hate needles. I hate needles.), they decided that I had a staph infection of my skin. Cellulitis (be warned of nastiness if you try and google that). They pumped me full of antibiotics, gave me two weeks worth of pills, and then delivered the kicker.
Oh. I’m also diabetic.
So the past two weeks have been lots of pills, bandage changing, and watching everything I eat. Thankfully, the diabetes is pretty easy to get under control. My leg got pretty nasty and now it’s starting to get better… the infection, I think, is gone, but that big open sore thing has to heal up. It’s kind of gooey and gross. Thankfully it’s now scabbing over… so pretty soon this should all be one big ugly scar and happy memories.
Sorry for grossing anyone out. I just wanted to give you an update on what’s been going on. Moral of the story: go to the doctor anyway. Just go. Before you have a big nasty oozy… well, you get the point.
I got rid of my physical address book today, deciding instead to store all of that information in both my Gmail account and my phone (Blackberry FTW). While I was making sure I had all the stuff I needed, I kept swinging by Facebook to make sure I had everyone’s information up to date.
This led to me going to the pages of a couple of people I hadn’t really seen or heard from in a while… and being kind of stalkerish and looking through their pictures. One of those people was Molly (HI MOLLY! I MISS YOU!), my old cohort from Hitherston. I wandered through a folder of her old digital art and was (re)blown away.
I remember when our web designs had sparkle and glitter and LIFE. Molly’s work was always especially magical… blue and green and otherwordly… but I remember my own designs having the same amount of LIFE to them. And look at my site now. It’s boring. It’s boxy. It’s GREY. Why??
I’m working on a website layout now for a site dealing with an Israel tour (more details on that later). I’m in Photoshop… playing with boxes. Corporate, boring, lifeless BOXES. Why? I have the power to make this a really interesting site. What’s stopping me? What’s holding me back?
Inaguration day. Yippee for America. Pardon my lack of enthusiasm, guys, but I’m really not feeling it today. Perhaps it’s because I feel like our country has sold out. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not going to start proclaiming that Obama is the antichrist. I just don’t like his ideas, the way he does things, or his positions on a lot of issues. I don’t trust him as far as I could throw him.
But the thing that’s been really bugging me today is people’s reaction to the fact that I don’t like Obama. One lady leaned in real close and said, as if we were conspirators of sorts, “it’s because he’s black, isn’t it?”
To quote Jeff Dunham’s “Achmed” character… “You racist bastard.”
Not that I’d say that to anyone.
But seriously. I’m happy as a clam that a man of color got elected to lead our country. I think it says a lot as to how far we’ve come as a society, and I’m looking forward to the day when it won’t matter what color our president is; he’ll just be a person.
I just didn’t want that man to be Obama, okay?
PS: I posted this from my phone 