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hillarygayleWell, it appears I have a neck injury. I left the doctor's office with a steroid pack, a painkiller, a muscle relaxer, and an anti-inflammatory, as well as the instructions to come back to schedule an MRI if this pain doesn't clear up in a week. GREAT.
So far it is...not clearing up. I had rather hoped it would. I'm only on day 2 of the steroid pack, however, so I'm giving it more time. I won't be taking the painkiller for work for 2 reasons: 1) I can function on it and stay awake, but it does make me slightly fuzzy. 2) I need the pain as a reminder that I shouldn't be pulling people around. Or at least I should use proper body mechanics when I have to (because I will have to).
Incidentally, this injury is not due to improper body mechanics. At least not so far as I was in control. I had a combative patient who was going to jerk the staples out of an incision, and folks that had to be STOPPED. So I did what I had to do, and now I am sorta paying for it. Nice.
The fondue party was epic fun. In attendance we had
Jess & Zak
Alice (who always brings me bread!!! She's so on my List of Awesome.)
Kit
Becca
Jennifer (my LJ-less co-worker who was soundly chastised for not living on the internet)
Jodi & Kayli
Me & Bryan (Cause we live here)
The fondue was great. I had to experiment a bit; I bought only 1 bottle of Tire Biter (a Flying Dog golden ale) and it turned out not to be enough liquid. So I busted out one of my Woodchuck Ciders (amber) because I'd seen Alton Brown do it with that very stuff. The cheese was about a pound & 1/2 of red wax gouda with almost 1/2 lb of 18-month aged gouda for sharpness. It went VERY well with the rye bread that Alice brought and the hard-crust sourdough I had. We also had dates stuffed with goat cheese & wrapped in bacon. Everyone loved them except Jess, who had a texture issue. I get that. Those darn things are my major weakness, though. LOVE THEM.
A delightful time was had by all, Zak has some rather hilarious video on his iPhone, and I ended up with glowstick goo in my EYE. (I have it on good authority that this stuff is called luminol, but I like "glowstick goo".) For future reference, it is an EYE IRRITANT. It stung!! It was pretty hilarious when it happened, because 3 of us in the kitchen were nurses (me, Jennifer, & Jess). It got in my eye and we all just reacted instinctively to get me to the sink & start washing out my eye. It ended fine; my eye is perfectly okay, though my contact lens is a lost cause. :)
Zak is convinced that if Bryan & I move to Little Rock, I will steal his wife & he will never see her again.
Q & I went to Memphis on Friday night for to get some cheez. We ended up at Whole Foods because we could eat AND get the cheese there. As we sat eating supper and drinking our Very Fancy Sodas,
we saw two women behind us drinking these...things. We'd seen the barista at the juice/coffee bar making these things. They were bright green and truly beautiful. They came in a cup the size of a medicine cup; perhaps 3 or 4 teaspoons. The women who were drinking them were making the AWFULEST faces, and we asked if it really was worth it if it made you make that face. One of the women went on a sales pitch about the wonders of wheatgrass...in which she used the term "size 16" (which she had been post-baby) as an epithet several times. Q gave me a sidelong glance and I winked. In any case, we needed more adventure in our lives, and the wavelength pinged. So we bought wheatgrass shots and got out Q's iPhone.
I drank mine first.
Yeah it tasted just like you think. Puréed grass in a cup. It's not the TASTE that's so bad--it's the aftertaste. Drinking it tastes like a very sweet vegetation of some kind. The aftertaste is pure lawn clippings. Q had to psych herself up.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I DRANK THAT."
"Me either. Can we go have cupcakes now?"
The whole time we'd been telling each other it was okay because we'd go to Muddy's Bake Shop afterward & get cupcakes because hey! Cupcakes make it all better. We really loved the irony of this woman using MY dress size as a horrible insult, thinking she'd sold us on the health & weight loss benefits of wheatgrass, and then the 2 fat girls going off to console themselves with cupcakes. It was like the ultimate body acceptance/intuitive eating plan.
What we did not take into account was THANKSGIVING. Muddy's Bake Shop was CLOSED! Now, Muddy's is a bakery, and as such they were probably run ragged for the holiday with cake & pie orders. So of course they deserved Black Friday off.
But WHEATGRASS, people! WHEATGRASS.
On the way home Q & I decided that wheatgrass shots are the evil to which we will compare all other things. "At least it's not wheatgrass" or "Man, that's worse than wheatgrass". It's our golden standard of suckage.
This week I work Monday-Wednesday nights, and then guess what! Trip to Branson! My family used to do this thing every year where we went on a vacation to Branson. We haven't done it in YEARS now, so I'm pretty excited. We're going to Silver Dollar City to look at the lights they do every year (I can't wait to try to photograph Christmas lights), outlet malls to shop, etc. It'll be a very nice getaway & I'm stoked. Even more stoked because I won't have to drive! We're renting a big van. I will plug my head into my iPhone, jam out to DMB, & surf to my little heart's content.
So far it is...not clearing up. I had rather hoped it would. I'm only on day 2 of the steroid pack, however, so I'm giving it more time. I won't be taking the painkiller for work for 2 reasons: 1) I can function on it and stay awake, but it does make me slightly fuzzy. 2) I need the pain as a reminder that I shouldn't be pulling people around. Or at least I should use proper body mechanics when I have to (because I will have to).
Incidentally, this injury is not due to improper body mechanics. At least not so far as I was in control. I had a combative patient who was going to jerk the staples out of an incision, and folks that had to be STOPPED. So I did what I had to do, and now I am sorta paying for it. Nice.
The fondue party was epic fun. In attendance we had
Jess & Zak
Alice (who always brings me bread!!! She's so on my List of Awesome.)
Kit
Becca
Jennifer (my LJ-less co-worker who was soundly chastised for not living on the internet)
Jodi & Kayli
Me & Bryan (Cause we live here)
The fondue was great. I had to experiment a bit; I bought only 1 bottle of Tire Biter (a Flying Dog golden ale) and it turned out not to be enough liquid. So I busted out one of my Woodchuck Ciders (amber) because I'd seen Alton Brown do it with that very stuff. The cheese was about a pound & 1/2 of red wax gouda with almost 1/2 lb of 18-month aged gouda for sharpness. It went VERY well with the rye bread that Alice brought and the hard-crust sourdough I had. We also had dates stuffed with goat cheese & wrapped in bacon. Everyone loved them except Jess, who had a texture issue. I get that. Those darn things are my major weakness, though. LOVE THEM.
A delightful time was had by all, Zak has some rather hilarious video on his iPhone, and I ended up with glowstick goo in my EYE. (I have it on good authority that this stuff is called luminol, but I like "glowstick goo".) For future reference, it is an EYE IRRITANT. It stung!! It was pretty hilarious when it happened, because 3 of us in the kitchen were nurses (me, Jennifer, & Jess). It got in my eye and we all just reacted instinctively to get me to the sink & start washing out my eye. It ended fine; my eye is perfectly okay, though my contact lens is a lost cause. :)
Zak is convinced that if Bryan & I move to Little Rock, I will steal his wife & he will never see her again.
Q & I went to Memphis on Friday night for to get some cheez. We ended up at Whole Foods because we could eat AND get the cheese there. As we sat eating supper and drinking our Very Fancy Sodas,
we saw two women behind us drinking these...things. We'd seen the barista at the juice/coffee bar making these things. They were bright green and truly beautiful. They came in a cup the size of a medicine cup; perhaps 3 or 4 teaspoons. The women who were drinking them were making the AWFULEST faces, and we asked if it really was worth it if it made you make that face. One of the women went on a sales pitch about the wonders of wheatgrass...in which she used the term "size 16" (which she had been post-baby) as an epithet several times. Q gave me a sidelong glance and I winked. In any case, we needed more adventure in our lives, and the wavelength pinged. So we bought wheatgrass shots and got out Q's iPhone.
I drank mine first.
Yeah it tasted just like you think. Puréed grass in a cup. It's not the TASTE that's so bad--it's the aftertaste. Drinking it tastes like a very sweet vegetation of some kind. The aftertaste is pure lawn clippings. Q had to psych herself up.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE I DRANK THAT."
"Me either. Can we go have cupcakes now?"
The whole time we'd been telling each other it was okay because we'd go to Muddy's Bake Shop afterward & get cupcakes because hey! Cupcakes make it all better. We really loved the irony of this woman using MY dress size as a horrible insult, thinking she'd sold us on the health & weight loss benefits of wheatgrass, and then the 2 fat girls going off to console themselves with cupcakes. It was like the ultimate body acceptance/intuitive eating plan.
What we did not take into account was THANKSGIVING. Muddy's Bake Shop was CLOSED! Now, Muddy's is a bakery, and as such they were probably run ragged for the holiday with cake & pie orders. So of course they deserved Black Friday off.
But WHEATGRASS, people! WHEATGRASS.
On the way home Q & I decided that wheatgrass shots are the evil to which we will compare all other things. "At least it's not wheatgrass" or "Man, that's worse than wheatgrass". It's our golden standard of suckage.
This week I work Monday-Wednesday nights, and then guess what! Trip to Branson! My family used to do this thing every year where we went on a vacation to Branson. We haven't done it in YEARS now, so I'm pretty excited. We're going to Silver Dollar City to look at the lights they do every year (I can't wait to try to photograph Christmas lights), outlet malls to shop, etc. It'll be a very nice getaway & I'm stoked. Even more stoked because I won't have to drive! We're renting a big van. I will plug my head into my iPhone, jam out to DMB, & surf to my little heart's content.
