Photo-bombed!

Okay, so if you know me at all, you know that I love a good "fart" picture. What is a fart picture, you may ask? Well, it's a photo where at least one person is smiling away and the other(s) in the photo are making a face. So, someone (usually the smiler) has let one loose and the other(s) are reacting it. See? A fart picture! (Why, yes, I'm 8 years old mentally. Thank you for pointing that out.)

A recent photo funny that has gained popularity is photo-bombing, wherein while someone's getting their photo taken, someone else jumps in, or pops up in, the photo. A good one cracks me up. This is one from the other night. We were out to dinner with friends and I had gotten my hands on my friends' baby and asked Meg to take a picture of our preciousness. My other friend Barbie photo-bombed this photo spectacularly. I can't look at it without cracking up. Perfection!!!

Warning: Brain Fart!

Ask me how I’m doing. Go ahead, ask! Well, since you’ve asked, I’ll tell you. I’m in the middle of a morning-long brain fart. I’ll give you an example of how my brain’s working/not-working today. Check out the photo below.  

 

 

I was going through the laptop checkout sheets and matching them with an Excel spreadsheet of who had what computers to make sure that both lists were the same (there was a burble in the system and some teachers didn’t get the machine they were assigned). I’d started checking them about a month ago and vaguely remembered making a mark on the sheets I’d checked but I couldn’t find my mark. I did, however,  wonder what in the world the “28” that was penciled in by the machine’s serial number meant. So I started the project over. I got about 10 sheets in when I realized that the “28” was actually my “TS” mark! Yep, I’d penciled that in and didn’t even recognize my own handwriting!

 

And THAT just about sums up how I’m doing today! J

Lousy for sleep

I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t tired. I know that there were days when I was energetic, but I can’t remember them. I wonder if it’s the amount of time I spend on the computer. If it’s the fact that I’m a sedentary little (well, big) thing and don’t exercise my body to the point that IT’S tired. Maybe it’s the medication, the reading, the TV…oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m always worried about something that needs to get done.

Right now my house is completely torn apart because of the new laminate we (read: Kenny and the girls, I mostly sat and watched) put in. I have to put together the final touches on my lesson tonight but my head is swimming with plans for moving shelves and making the house look like our home and not a hoarder’s home. I’m also up to my eyeballs in stuff to do at work, but I can’t find the energy to do anything about it. I hate walking into classrooms because most of the time I either get told something else they want me to do, I can’t fix it so I have to leave them disappointed or I get the 3^rd degree on what I’m touching and whether or not I’m messing it up.

Oh crap…I forgot about school. I’ve got to make time to listen to my lectures, read the book, and take the test.

Poo!

Well, hello, November!

So it’s Tuesday and, wow, is it a Monday-feeling kind of day. I must have caught up on the extra hour we got because of the time change this past weekend because I could honestly lay my head down on my desk and go to sleep.

Yesterday was the first of my two doctor appointments scheduled for this week. It was my check-up on my thyroid. Now usually my appointment goes a little something like this:

Me: I’m fatigued and gaining weight

            NP: Your numbers are in the normal range. You should exercise

Okay, so I know I should exercise. I get that. But I. Am. Exhausted. It’s all I can do to drag myself to work, come home and put something on the table, or do the evening activity (if there is one).  If I had a smidge of energy, I would exercise. But, anyhow, I go into the appointment yesterday and this is how it goes:

                NP: So last time we discussed your weight gain. Have you had any other symptoms?

                Me: Yes. I’m super fatigued, have stomach issues, and am doing that brain fog thing again

NP: Well, I’m glad we chose to track your numbers because they have fluctuated. You are still in the normal range, but we listen to what your body is saying. With all your symptoms, I feel comfortable changing your dosage.

Say what? I’ve been going to this endocrinologist’s office for almost 5 years. The only time my meds have been adjusted is when I accidentally got to speak to the doctor instead of the nurse-practitioner and HE said that he wanted to listen to what my body was saying. I’m not complaining (okay, so I guess, technically I am), but sheesh! Anyhow, today is my first day on the new meds. It’ll take about 2 weeks for it to really kick in and me notice anything (if it makes a difference). I have to go back in 6 weeks for bloodwork and for them to check and see how I’m doing.

Tomorrow is the BIG appointment. I have to be near Jonesboro by 9:30 a.m. People keep asking me who is going with me. No one.  Kenny said he’d go with me but when he checked his calendar, sure enough, he’s got some big project going on. Sandra, Frances, and even Mom offered to come with me. I think I just want to go by myself. I’m not sure I could handle an hour of small talk during the drive down and then small talk during the wait at the office. And with the appointment being anywhere from 30 minutes to up to 3 hours (if they have to do a biopsy), I just would rather take a book and suffer through it all in silence.

I’m a little stunned by it all. On one hand, I know that it’s 99.9% going to be a cyst. The radiologist said it was probably a cyst. But then, as the radiologist put it, it’s not 0% not cancer.

I wish I had some get up and go. But it got up and went when I wasn’t looking!