So it’s been a medical week. I only had two appointments, but that’s more than usual for me. Last Saturday I got some new eyeballs. I was having trouble with dry eyes, especially at work so he gave me a trial pair of Acuvue Oasys. Problem solved, I’m loving these things. Then on Monday, I went to see my family doctor for the first time in two years. She didn’t yell at me like I thought she would. So after sitting there chatting for over half an hour (have I mentioned how much I LOVE my doctor?), she decided to do a full panel of blood work. She also wants me to do a sleep study, thinking I might have sleep apnea. I have to tell you, though… I don’t think I’m the one with the problem. John says I snore very little, on the rare occasion. He, however… like a freaking freight train. Every night, it wakes me up at least three times. Hence the never getting into full REM mode. I’m constantly wiped out, constantly. Anyway, so she tested me for thyroid problems, diabetes, arthritis (which I thought was odd, but I guess because I mentioned I’m always achy), and a host of other things. Eight vials of blood. And then I had to go to work, drained and feeling crappy. I made it to 4:30 and said I’m out guys, sorry. I promptly came home and crashed for four hours. The results should be back by tomorrow.

The other thing, which I wasn’t so sure about, was putting me back on an anti-depressant. I’m torn between knowing that maybe I need it again, and not wanting to have to depend on a pill to be happy. I realize it’s not that simple, that’s it a chemical thing and hey, if it helps right? I just have a not-so-stellar track record with one of them that scared me half to death (Zoloft was bad news for me). I did some research of my own before the appointment on some different drugs just in case she suggested it, and Cymbalta sounded like the best one. And that’s the one she suggested right off the bat. I’m only on day four of the trial pack, so we’ll see what happens.

So I’m off today, and I have big plans. Ha. What’s the excitement? Unpacking the rest of my computer room and getting it organized woohoo. I’m finally going to bring my new IKEA desk in here and put it to use. The sun’s out, John is working tonight and I have the house to myself. It’s a good day.

I suppose I should write something here to let people know I’m still alive, eh? Well I am. My brain is a baffled hot mess right now, so you get short and to-the-point bullets (which aren’t all that short, but whatever).

- Blood tests all came back normal (did I say that already?). So I’m not down because of metabolic reasons. I’m down because I’m down.

- The Cymbalta seems to be working ok. Just ok, not great. The first couple of weeks I was on it, I cried. And cried. I think because it was so surreal for me to not be up and down every other minute. Yes, it was weird for me to feel normal, and it purged itself in the form of tears. Over anything. I’m a freak, I know. I’m okay with it, thanks.

- The house is wonderful. I love being a homeowner. People tell me this is “the honeymoon” phase of buying a home. But I think I’ll feel this way for a long, long time.

- I cleaned out the flowerbed in front of the house last week, churned up some fresh mulch and got rid of all the dead stuff. Lo and behold, I have hostas! And tulips! And stonecrop! And other things I don’t recongnize yet, but underneath the dead and dried ugliness were annuals! The hostas are about three inches tall so far, and they look to be the white variegated kind. Awesome.

- One last thing: I need to ditch Sprint. So I wanna know - which wireless carrier do you have, and why do you like them? I’m thinking Verizon, but I’m not sure yet. Do tell…

Little bit of a backstory…

About a year ago, I started having trouble with my feet. It was really just your typical, retail-manager-on-my-feet-all-day kind of trouble. I chalked it up to working on concrete floors for 12 years, being a little overweight, etc. I noticed that when I got up in the morning, it would hurt like hell to take that first step out of bed. When I took a break at work, or sat for any period of time, the first step up would be horrible. I stumbled around like I was ninety (and continue to do so). I let it go, as I’m prone to do. About three months ago, my right foot started hurting much more than the left. I noticed a deep, sometimes burning pain in my heel that eventually moved to the middle of my foot, as well as the outside. People started telling me I had heel spurs, or plantar faciitis. I kept telling myself yeah I’ll go to the doctor. You know how that goes.

Fast forward to three weeks ago. I got off work one night and my feet were just screaming. When I got home I begged John to rub them for me, and he did like always (aww, I know). When he squeezed the middle of my right foot, I literally came up off the couch and yelled like someone just threw hot water on me. He told me if I didn’t call the doctor he would never let me go to Starbucks again (and still, I put it off). I finally had enough over the weekend, after limping around for two days at work on the closing shift, and called a podiatrist yesterday. Well, actually, I called THREE podiatrists yesterday. The earliest someone could get me in is ten days from now. So I made the appointment, but went to work today and couldn’t take it anymore. I knew my family doctor could get me in right away so I called her, and sure enough, they got me in at 1:30 (which meant I got to leave work early yay!). She felt my foot, did the “does this hurt? how about now?” thing, and said I most likely have plantar faciitis but to be sure it’s not something more she sent me down the hall for an X-ray.

Some things that suck:

a) My best friend - whom I haven’t really been close to since he started dating The Princess two years ago - hasn’t bothered to contact me all week while I’ve been on vacation. We’re often online at the same time, he says nothing. He has my number, no calls. He dropped John off last night from work, no hello. We’re supposedly so close. I’m sick of being friends when it’s convenient for him. We’re not friends anymore, we’re really just coworkers now. And I’m done.

b) We won’t have as much money to spend in Dublin as I had hoped, but we still have enough to eat yummy festival food and drink beer all weekend. So yeah, I guess that’s a positive, not really a negative.

c) Migraines. Really hoping I don’t have to stay medicated the whole weekend, but if that’s what it takes…

Some things that don’t suck:

a) Went out to buy some capris and other stuff for the trip, and discovered that I’ve lost two pant sizes. I was utterly confused for a minute. And than I did a little happy dance in the dressing room.

b) I’ve discovered a new hobby that could potentially make some money in the future: making jewelry. I have a ton of beads and things, and have already made some pieces to go with my outfits for this weekend (pics later). I think when we get back I’m going to research the whole Etsy thing and see if I could make a go of it.

c) My foot is getting better every day, and I’m no longer limping! No more Gimpy McBrokefoot! The stretches, silly as they seem, are working. And I bought some new sneakers that I’m loving. I may no longer be an Adidas girl. I think New Balance is winning me over. These things are wonderful to my feet. And they’re cute!

d) I managed to get stuff done around the house, even though I was lazy. My office, although not fully furnished yet, is now organized. And the kitchen is sparkling, and the laundry is completely done. I was oddly domestic this week. 

e) Three Words: Dublin. Irish. Festival. GAH. It’s almost here, and I’m beyond excited. We leave for the kennel tomorrow around noon, and then will head straight up to Dublin to check in to the hotel. Hopefully I’ll have many pictures to upload when I get back.

More positives than negatives. I think that’s a good start.   

Been a while since I last posted. I’m kind of finding myself without coherent thoughts lately. That’s one thing I love about Twitter. I don’t have to organize my words and read it ten times to make sure it makes sense. Short and to the point. Kind of like bullets. Which I will now subject you to. *smooch*

• School is back in, and it’s finally starting to feel like Fall is right around the corner. I noticed today that a couple of trees have started turning. Still, it’s hard to think Fall when it’s 90 degrees. The bad news? I’ll be spending obscene amounts of money on decorating this year!
• We have a new head boss at work. Our entire team can be very resistant to change at times. Any time we get a new boss of any level, the negativity kills me. He’s only been here a week and some have already decided they don’t like him. Give the guy a chance, you know?
• Our master bathroom got some love this past weekend. The biggest change was the painting we did. We somehow managed to cover up the ugly with only two coats. When you see the before-and-after pics, you’ll understand. Those will be up soon.
• I call off work maybe twice a year, so when I do, you know I’m really sick. Yesterday was one of those days. I thought I was just getting a sinus infection or cold, but I had a fever of 102 and was throwing up. I’m feeling better today, just really wiped out and congested. I’m about to drink a mug of theraflu and go to bed.
That’s all I have the energy to talk about for now. I’ll have a lot more to talk about soon, as Fall and Winter are always super busy for me - both in my personal and work life. Happy Hump Day.