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Okay, so with the new job came new, normal hours.  Yay, evenings with the boys!  Boo, lost my prime walking time.  For the past 6 months I have had a hell of a time figuring out how to get some cardio back into my routine (and boy howdy, I did not realize just how much the cardio was working.  Things are fitting differently without it, and I do not like it.  I try not to get obsessed with the scale, because that only leads to not-so-great places in my brain, but I've not got money for a new wardrobe).  I tried adding extra stuff to the yoga, but all that did was make me not want to do yoga.  So last week I was considering how I tend to sleep, and I decided since I'm usually awake at 6 anyway, I might as well haul myself out of bed and do 20 minutes of biking before work.

So yesterday was Day 1 of that.  I get up, get the workout clothes on, lace up the shoes, grab the phone and the earbuds, don my helmet, wheel the bike out.

I get on the bike, start to pedal, and the gears slip (I think), my foot comes off the pedal, I have no balance at that point, we all know exactly how klutzy I am; I ripped my ACL climbing onto a jet ski, and I wipe out in the driveway before I even get started.  I cushioned the bike's fall, though.  Yay?

So now I am covered in road rash.  Let's see--the left knee, that has taken all the trauma since I was nine?  Badly skinned as a child, ACL surgery, skinned again during the Rafting Trip O' Doom in North Carolina when we all fell out of the boat?  Yeah, major nasty scrape all over that.  Also some to the side of it.  Left elbow is scraped all to hell.  I scraped the last three knuckles of my left hand.  I also, somehow, got part of my right ankle.  I have some interesting bruises along my back and ribs.

BUT I AM NOTHING IF NOT HARD CORE!  I took my morning bike ride, baby!  And it was nice.  A burrowing owl swooped thisclose to my face; I listened to "Tiny Dancer" as the sun came up. I was not eaten by a cougar.

Once I got home, Scott helped to patch me up and off I went to the doctor.  This is a new doctor, and she and I have been in discussions regarding my lack of spleen and what that means for my bloodwork results (yay, constant high white cell count); yesterday she was reassured that, yes, this is normal for me, so I'm glad about that.

But.  There is always a but.  I have a nice vitamin D deficiency going.

(waits for the "Whaaaa?" to fade out.  Also points out this is the second round of bloodwork, so I'm feeling pretty confident in the results.)

That's right, all you pale-skinned northern kids can take your porcelain complections and go home--I'm so hardcore I have a vitamin D deficiency in the goddamned sunshine state.  If I wasn't honorary goth before, I am now.

The googling about what lack of vitamin D can cause was quite interesting--I am most looking forward to the possibility that I'll be able to sleep through the night again once this gets straightened out--and I'm on a once a week dose of prescription vitamin D.  This might take a year to regulate (woot?), but that just means an entire year of inappropriate "D" jokes from David and Jason, so hey.

There are a gazillion possible reasons as to how or why I am, in this way, deficient as a human.  I have no idea what really caused it: my tendency toward layering?  My lack of exterior windows at this job and the last one?  Too much sunblock?  Age and weight? My hatred of the hideous light of the daystar​? Who knows.

So, in the end, that's me.  Everything hurts, possibly because of lack of ... um ... D (heheheheh), certainly because I remain a klutz, but my sense of humor is intact and I get out of "let the child climb on you like a human jungle gym" until the scabs clear up.
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I've had two migraines in two weeks (which is unusual for me, so I’m keeping an eye on that–I see the doctor in a few weeks, anyway, so yay, more to discuss), and this one's headache has been with me off and on ever since. Not sure what may have triggered it, but I’m kind of leaning toward either stress or the weather.

I'm also thinking about doing an experiment and only using my iPad for, like, computer/internet stuff this weekend. Just to see if I can.
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So in the past 3 weeks, I have had:

--heel pain (probably plantar fascitis)

--jaw pain (jaw clenching at night)

--sinus pain (weather change)

--massive facial breakouts (hormones?)

--heat rash all up my back (as of last night)

I think it's clear what's happening--I am finally morphing into a Silurian.
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I work in a college library, and today has been non-stop ridiculous:

  • computers up and down--both in the power sense and the internet sense

  • printers down

  • unscheduled professors using our classrooms (which is okay, just chaotic)

  • one student assistant out

  • a roach on the third floor (we're having an ongoing bug battle this rainy season)

  • the usual sorts of mysteries from the InterLibrary Loan system

More of these issues than I'd like required me to crawl around on the floor, and I'm really glad I wore pants and not a skirt today, let me tell you.

And my wrist hurts.
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My parents took the boyo this weekend and won't bring him back until later today, as none of them have work or school.

I have work. Scott would have school, but he has no Monday classes.

So yesterday was filled with the promise of Lots of Time to Do Stuff. I had plans: cleaning plans! Photo organizing plans! Bill-paying plans! Writing plans!

And then at noon a migraine hit, and everything turned into taking lots of Tylenol, mainlining soda, and sleeping for two hours before watching most of the Firefly marathon plans. (On the other hand, I also spent part of the day brainstorming the TV show about a rag-tag crew of criminals in a space ship that I'd really like to see with Jason and Scott, so it doesn't seem like a total waste.)

I felt a lot better by about 6pm, so I did yoga and cleaned up the house. I was, of course, awake as hell thanks to the nap and the caffeine, so I got to bed kind of late and am now this morning feeling slightly brain-sticky and sour-stomached. Hopefully food will help. And a lot of water. I want to be well-hydrated, because I have to pay the bills! (Fists in the air!)
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Ugh, time change. Even if I do get my hour back, my body clock is still all messed up.

So, what's going on? I still feel like I'm playing catch-up from earlier in October, but I also feel like I'm getting there. Cleaning the house today definitely helped. I have a bunch of forms to send back to the other guy's insurance company, and some phone calls to make, and there will likely be more forms later, but I'm hoping they're tapering off.

The new car is finally starting to feel like it's mine--it's a 2010 Chevy Cobalt, and for a while there I couldn't really answer when people asked me how I liked it. Out of the roughly 8.2 million cars we test-drove, it was the best, but otherwise I was still mourning my Camry. I really liked my car. Yeah, it wasn't flashy, and it had 100,000 miles on it, and there were things starting to fall apart on it, but I wasn't at a point where I was planning to get rid of it. Anyway, now that the faux-new car smell is gone and I've gotten the seat belt scrubbed down, the Cobalt is cool. The iPod input jack makes me incredibly happy; being able to listen to David Tennant as Benedick without static is ... sigh. Actually, the whole stereo is really sweet.

It doesn't have as many hidey-holes as the Camry (seriously, Toyotas are all about the storage), and I miss the overhead lights in the front seat--oh, and there's no indicator on the dash for the headlights being on, and this irritates me out of all proportion.

I'm glad my long national nightmare of car shopping is over.

Tomorrow I start volunteering at Z's school, in the library. I figured at least this way, I sort of know what I'm doing.

My mother's been getting together with Scott every weekend to do Accounting homework; that means I've been taking Z all over the place to get him out of the house so they can work. This is exhausting, especially since Grandma has joined us in our weekly excursions. But it's also fun, and I know GeeGee loves spending time with the boy.

Got to see [ profile] doggiesushi a couple of weeks ago when he was in town, and Z kept himself occupied for a lot of the visit, which was ... really cool. He's been a lot more self-sufficient recently, which is nice. Right now, I'm not the mom who freaks out when my baby gets more independent (I reserve the right to break down later, if need be)--I'm just thrilled I get some time to myself again.

It was good to see JC. I miss him. I'm super-happy I've gotten an annual sighting the past two years!

Jason's doing a kids' show! So we're going to introduce the Zweeble to live theater! This is a very exciting prospect.
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Holy fuck, people, my car has no rear end anymore.

I am not even exaggerating.

BUT. The car seat didn't even shift. So while the kiddo was not in the car, I don't have to throw up every time I think about "what if?"

We got my parking tag, found his noisemaker toy, got the iPod, and found my glasses (along with other sundry items). Nothing was broken. My glasses were behind the backseat armrest, which was halfway down and so had a little crevice behind it. They were covered in broken safety glass, but were themselves untouched.

That was simultaneously the scariest and most reassuring thing I have ever seen.

I have a Ford Focus as my rental, and it's pretty nice once you figure out how to put it in gear. Also, I had to pull into a parking lot so that I could figure out how to get the seat back up, because I kind of need the back support while I drive right now.

I really hope this week is relatively quiet.
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So today we have to go out to the salvage yard and see if we can find my glasses, parking tag, one of Z's toys, and the iPod in my car. I didn't see the car on Friday. So I'm a little nervous.

Then we go get the rental. Not nervous about that.

And somewhere in there, there are phone calls from various parties. I just want that bit over with. I'm going to have to tell what happened about four times today.

I'm still sore, but have moved into it feeling like I slept in an extremely weird position for a really long time, rather than needing to support my neck with my hands whenever I want to sit up. The bruises are blooming, too.

The boy is singing "U Can't Touch This," except he's doing the "U Can't Squash This" version. We're almost caught up on his makeup homework from last week.

All right, have to go get all the paperwork and stuff together for today.
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Friday night, on my way home from work, I was rear-ended. It was decidedly Not Fun; I was taken in an ambulance to the hospital to be checked out, and luckily my neck is clear and I'm otherwise just bruised all to hell.

I hurt, y'all. There are bits of me that I didn't know worked together--like, did you know you actually use muscles in the side of your neck to swallow?--until they started hurting as I did normal things. Plus, the c-collar they used bruised the underside of my jaw, and jammed my jaw up so that, in addition to the stress-clenching I was doing, I've got all the jaw pain back that I'd gotten rid of in June.

But. It could have been much, much worse. According to the EMTs, my trunk was in the back seat of my car. I'll take the jaw pain; I have a night guard.

So now begins the insurance dance, which so far has been smooth. (knock wood.) Everyone I've dealt with thus far has been very nice, very polite, and very sympathetic. (again, knock wood.) I'm not looking forward to possibly/probably finding a new-used car, or the first time I drive the kid anywhere after this, or trying to find my damn glasses ... or any of the other myriad chores that will come after this, but at least I'm here to do it.

If you decide to comment, please no insurance company horror stories, okay? I'm not in any sort of shape to hear them. And no "here's how it could be worse" stories, either. My imagination has been sneaking up and smacking me in the back of the head for the past 36 hours all by itself. Thanks, guys.
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Yesterday, migraine.

I used to get the whole thing: auras, blind spots, monster headache that would make me puke. Over the past ... I dunno, ten years? Maybe less? Well, somewhere along the line, the headache, for the most part, stopped. I still get the blind spot, the aura, the tunnel vision, and sometimes the tingly face deal, but the most headache I get now is an overall achiness that isn't actually that bad--like eyestrain all over my head. I get sinus headaches that are worse.

Anyway, this is an actual kind of migraine, so I'm not crazy. Well, not about that, anyway. :)

So yeah, yesterday as we went to get the Zweeble from summer camp I realized I could see all of Scott's face except his nose--that's always hilarious, by the way--and we began the ODing on caffeine.

I know caffeine is actually a migraine trigger for many people; for me, it's always been the opposite. In fact, I have to be careful about cutting back on caffeine because if I don't do it slowly, I trigger a migraine. (Guess what I've been doing the last week or so without actually thinking it through?*)

So, yeah, I was now chugging caffeinated soda like crazy because I had to work that night (and I forgot we had tea in the house). I actually fell asleep when we got home and barely noticed the boyo settling down with me for his nap. I got to work and was doing better--my face had the odd rubbery sensation I get after a migraine, but that was it. Got through class, got home ... and was so freaking exhausted.

That's the other big issue of my migraines: they wipe me out.

But ... I'd been sucking down caffeine like there was no tomorrow, so I was awake. (Oh, and my stomach was sour. That was nice.)

All of which leads to me being really tired today. Like, so tired that I felt a little sick this evening. I did perk up a little after my shower, so I think I'm also dehydrated. Woot.

I have discovered the joys of interlibrary loan, and books are coming in left and right, man! Today Z and I hit the library, and after he was done playing with the computers, I was in the middle of looking a book up. So I told him that as long as he stayed in the kids' section, he could go ahead without me and look at books.

They have LeapPads and puzzles there, and I was expecting him to be playing with those when I went to find him. But instead, I found him crouched on the floor between two shelves, looking at Maisie books.

That's my kid!

I got some good writing done today and yesterday before the migraine hit, so that has been good. I was at the point where I felt like this stupid story would never end, which really just means I need to start typing it up and de-tangling it. Now I can sort of see my way towards the ending.

I made a joke while I was working on "Items" about a sea monsters in love story, and this one is kind of that. Kind of.

Okay. My hair is drying, so I have to decide if I want to read or watch Farscape for a bit.

*Yes, Jason, not thinking things through has been a theme this week.
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My back hurts. I think it's from sleeping on the couch last night (kid had a diaper leak, and a king-sized bed is still not big enough for two adults and the extremely tall 3-year-old who likes to stretch sideways across it), and then being an idiot and hauling laundry, kid, and taking a bike ride yesterday morning.

Now it's achy and tight. Ugh.

I thought I had more to say, but apparently not.
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Vacation was exhausting. Well, we were exhausted going into it. Turns out the Zweeble had salmonella. Yup, that's right, salmonella. We seriously don't know where he picked it up, because nobody else got sick, but we await the health department's call eagerly.

Anyway, he was sick and in a new place. Which does not add up to restful, relaxing evenings on the deck. But he did improve a lot during that week, and he's now back to his normal self in every regard, if a touch more spoiled than usual.

But we did have a good time with the in-laws and [ profile] vandriver and ... whatever the hell Tyler's old LJ handle was. Or, as Z. calls them, "the goofballs." As in we went down to the basement one morning and he looked around, then asked, "Mommy, where the goofballs go?"

Our other notable Zweeble quote from the trip: "Get me out of this freaking seatbelt."

And he seems to have learned some negotiating skills, and how to just refuse food without freaking out over it like you're planning to shove it down his little throat right then and there! Believe me, the head shake and/or "no thanks" is so much nicer.

On our trip back, the Zweeb re-skinned his knee as we loaded the truck, so I was covered in blood and had to change clothes. Then, in the Atlanta airport, his diaper leaked as I carried him, so he and I both had to change clothes--Z. pants, me a shirt. Then as we waited for our plane, he managed to faceplant on the carpet and re-skin another scabby bit on his shin, and this time it was Scott covered in blood. Scott, being manly (and afraid of missing the boarding call) refused to change his shirt.

But today we're home and unpacked, and I feel a trifle hungover. I am in dire need of a shower, as well.
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After a fun day of bumming with Jason and David, and hanging with my husband (and watching Zack and Miri Make a Porno, which was hilarious**), I woke up Sunday with a stiff neck. And when I went to the store, like an idiot I forgot to get ibuprofin and/or a heat wrap thing, so this morning it was still sore. This time I was a smart girl and asked Scott to be a bit late to work, so I could run to the store and get a heat wrap and ibuprofin. Now my neck is a little sore, but I can move it without also moving my torso.

**They kept saying, "I've heard this is really raunchy. Like, really raunchy." Which made me laugh--you know, we've watched a lot of Kevin Smith movies. (I think the only one we've not seen yet is Clerks 2, and that's just our long-ass Netflix queue's fault.) Were it not raunchy, I'd be sad.
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Ya know, when I still have half my lunch to eat, it'd be nice for the NY Times to have something interesting for me to read while I do it. I'd catch up on comic books, but 17 years with [ profile] dealio have taught me to NEVER EAT WHILE READING COMICS!!! You can drink stuff, but only if you keep the glass far away from the comics and only take sips between books.

My typing is sucktastic today because I have Spider-Man band-aids on both index fingers. The Zweeble and I were throwing rocks into the lake near music class, and I found a coconut to toss ... which had sharp shells adhered to it, and these then sliced my fingers. Oh, and part of my thumb (so that's what's itching).

The original plan was for the boyo to toss it, but luckily for both of us he decided it was too heavy.

All right, back to the salt mines.
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Nobody told me that being a mother included being pummeled.

I've gotten used to being chewed on (Mommy tastes better than anybody else!), bitten with the new tooth, bonked with the bottle, pinched as that new skill was developed, clawed and scratched when the nails get too long, and even smacked under the chin with the top of his head when he's sitting in my lap and starts bouncing.

Today, however, he head-butted me in the nose (kinda on the bridge).


Nothing's broken (I don't think), but it *hurt.* It's still a little tender here and there.

Kid's got his father's hard head.
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Once again, I sing the praises of the Therma-Care heat patch. Not my back this time, though. No, you don't want to hear about it.

Actually, all has been well in the back department for a while, now (knock wood). Exercise is really the key, I guess. I've been walking the Zweeble around a couple of blocks every day it isn't raining, and I figured out how much I can do at the gym without killing myself. That part is hard, because I actually want to work out a little harder than I am, but if I do I'm stiff and sore ... and that isn't good when I have to lift and carry an 18-pound ball of chaos around. So I just remind myself that in a few months I'll have worked up to it, and it'll all be good.

I took my yoga class last Thursday--and anyone who says yoga isn't a workout can bite my downward-facing dog. Oy, people. What I find interesting is that parts of my body are actually pretty flexible, while other parts are stiff as hell. And there's not much rhyme or reason to which ones are which. Oh, and Jason? That move you showed me right after the baby was born? Did that in class. Had to use my knees a couple of times, but I did hold it for a few minutes. My poor abs, they're like pudding.

I really enjoyed it, though. For every move that I thought would kill me, there was another one that felt really cool.

Plus, really, my motivation at the gym? I want to do stuff that makes me look totally bad-ass. So the leg-lifting-while-hanging-contraption (which probably has a name), and yoga. I think if my nose touches my knees, it'd look awesome.

I'd love to run on the treadmill, but no matter how in shape I get, I will always be too klutzy for that.
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So the verdict is I've strained something, so I have exercises to do morning and night, I am to apply heat, and I'm not allowed to lift the baby until after the weekend. That last one sucks. Both because I like lifting my kid, and also because it puts a lot of the child-care burden onto Scott. He doesn't mind--hell, he may even like it that I can't take over as is my wont--but I feel like I'm falling down on the job.

On the other hand, I don't have to have my left leg amputated, so that's a plus. :)

I think that Doctor Who last night was made lovely by the performances more than the script, which I felt went a little too sentimental there at the end, especially given the Neil Gaiman-y bits with the Family Blood just before that. I *already* don't look in the mirror quite the same way as I used to, and now I've got *more* reason?

Interesting thematic arc for the season, though.

"Is that the way he talks?" And you realize, wow, David Tennant. Go, you. And there was a moment when I thought, hey--I could totally see Christopher Eccleston saying those lines! I like it a lot when I feel like the Doctor actually is the same person with a new body.

Tomorrow we go see Big Bang, starring the lovely and very talented [ profile] jkason--let's give it up, everybody! (cheering) I get to hang with the ... er ... well, we're not really grown-ups, are we? The big kids? Either way, it will be very nice.
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Three days in a row, I start entries with, "Okay ..." I am nothing if not consistent, apparently.

Ya know, when I break down I do it completely and dramatically. No half measures at all.
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Okay, doctor tomorrow. This is getting stupid.
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Okay, I am currently dealing with the following:

1. sciatica
2. carpal tunnel
3. what I fondly think of as "breast-feeder's backache"
4. a sore breastbone, see # 6
5. ingrown toenail
6. the baby keeps headbutting me in the nose and cheek, in the same damn spots!

This is why you're supposed to have a baby by 24, not 34. Because your body won't be broken down and rickety.


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