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Monday, April 21, 2008

Adding an allergy to the freaking sun onto the list...

Last weekend Paul and I met up with my parents in Emeryville to check out the Bay Street shopping center there and see if we could get into one of the townhouses for sale in the complex. It was the hottest day of the year so far here and the outdoor center didn't have as much shade as I expected it to so I got a little more exposure than I should have.

Since I wasn't red when I got home I didn't think much of it but all last week I noticed my face developing what looked like a sunburn except it got worse as the week went on. Nine days later? I look like I took a nap in the sun yesterday even though I have only had very limited exposure since that Saturday in Emeryville.

Of course this has scared me back into taking all my meds at the dosages I'm supposed to. I was telling Paul how I feel like I'm in a boxing match...every time I think I've finally got my opponent figured out it throws a right hook when I am expecting a jab. I took the day off work to ice my face because the itchiness is starting to become unbearable. Yech.


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Sunday, April 13, 2008

the year of the perpetual cold

I've been sick as a dog for two straight weeks now and I'm starting to wonder if my facial orifices will ever stop leaking mucus. It's as though my brain has liquefied and is slowly draining out through my nose and throat (and ocassionally eyes).

Because I am somewhat of a masochist (as are all people crazy enough to work in this industry) I only missed one day of work and left early another day (by "left early" I mean I only worked eight hours). It all makes sense to me why I do it during the week but the weekend comes and I'm like, man, I am an idiot. The combination of overworking myself and being on immuno-suppressants is not making this sinus infection/cold an easy thing to get over...and is probably why it became a sinus infection to begin with.

All this makes me really question my ability to stay in this industry long-term. It's tough being in a position where you are really sick and really need the rest and yet really can't be away from your desk for more than one day in a row. While it's nice to feel like a necessary and vital person at work, it would be nice to take a day off and not feel guilty when I come back because everyone is complaining about what a crappy day they had yesterday.

I don't really have a point in writing all this, just wanted to complain a bit since I am sick and feeling crappy. The antibiotics definitely seem to be helping but have side effects of their own that are making me feel less than 100%.

Oh, and the Rockets really need to rally and put the beat down on those Denver Nuggets in the second half.

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Thursday, February 28, 2008

kinoki (say that three times fast)

I find that I'm seriously irritated by people who bash things without really having any knowledge about them whatsoever. I mean, what's wrong with just withholding an opinion, especially strong ones, until you've actually, oh I don't know, maybe tried the product you are reviewing? Just a thought.

Paul and I recently bought these foot pads. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that we recently received these foot pads having ordered them approximately seven weeks earlier. I'm not totally sure if they "work" or not because there was only enough for each of us to wear them every other day for a week. They were still looking pretty brown and gucky but hey, we've got 25+ years of toxins to clear out so understandably a week may not have been long enough. Paul is already totally sold on them so we'll see how long it takes to get our next order ><


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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

hump day

It has just been one of those weeks.

Paul got in a car accident yesterday. Luckily, no one was hurt, and no, it was not Paul's fault and, also luckily, yes the other driver does have insurance. The insurance company has already informed us that the other driver is 100% liable, which is a load off our minds since we're hopefully going to be buying a condo in the next few months. I do feel bad for the other guy, his insurance rates are going to jump and all, but it was his fault (he opened his truck door as Paul was driving by) so what can you do right?

On Monday night, I woke up around midnight and knew I was heading straight for the toilet. Didn't have a thing in my stomach of course so it was all bile. Yum. Luckily, it didn't last long and once I had thrown up I felt a lot better and went back to sleep straight through until I had to get up for work. When I got into the office my coworker who drops me off at home most days was out sick with something that was either food poisoning or stomach flu. Hm.

Then today I got my Valentine's Day gift early, I took a bunch of pictures of it with the Rebel but I don't feel up to uploading right now, so suffice to say it looks suspiciously like this:

Clever boy picked something tasty, gorgeous AND that has special meaning to us! Too bad half it ended up as a pile of half-digested fruit on the floor between the ladies restroom and my office. I, being the genius that I am, ate a bunch of fruit on an already queasy-feeling stomach and boy did I pay for it. Or rather, the carpet and the maintenance people will.

Just in case you're wondering, no, I am not pregnant. I am in an office full of people who have come to work with pneumonia, possible stomach flu and a variety of other germs and infections. This is what happens when you work in an industry where people practically have to be on their death bed to be pulled away from work. (Especially when you're in the middle of the worst market crises in recent memory.)

So yeah, not fun. I've been sick for weeks and can't seem to get rid of it. I want nothing more than to collapse in bed until morning but Paul and I have tickets to Warriors/Suns at Oracle tonight and there's no way we're missing that game! Should be a very fun and fast game. Shaq won't be playing but maybe he'll be there!

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007


So. I started a new job last week. A job that involves the 18th floor of a huge building right smack dab in the middle of San Francisco's Financial District. A job that involves working with people who in all likelihood make millions and all have important degrees from important schools and who are all super competent, out-going people persons who are, well, presentable.

And so, of course, I, who am apparently not presentable, got a rash. All over my face. And then I lost my voice. And started to cough up interesting colors. And lose the ability to hear out of my right ear because it is clogged up with mucus or something. And then this morning my right eye started to become swollen and painful and I'm pretty sure tomorrow I will go to work and people will scream and point and mistaken me for a cyclops.

Sounds about par for the course eh?

I went in on Monday with no voice, hacking like crazy, forcing my coworkers to work with their shirts over their mouths and noses like gas masks. Every time I touched someone's workstation the disinfectant wipes were immediately whipped out to wipe everything down. They were probably glad when, on what was supposed to be my sixth day at work, I called in sick. I went in today but some of my coworkers still refused to use the cooler next to my desk and instead opted to walk to the other side of the office for their liquid refreshment.

This whole fiasco reminds me of last September when I came down with a sinus and throat infection right before school started. What can I say? My body hates me.

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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

You learn something new every day

I woke up Monday morning with sharp, stab-y pains of death in my chest. It happened once in France and went away on its own after a couple days so at first I wasn't too worried. But then I actually got up out of bed and started packing my stuff up to get ready to head over to my parents place and the pain was so intense I was compelled to say "OWWWWW" out loud, repeatedly. Which is something I do all the time when I walk into walls or kick something or anything along those lines but which I never do when it comes to pains that originate entirely from within myself.

So I started to think maybe I was having a heart attack.

But you'll be glad to know I am not dead and am still pretty much alive. Did you know there are joints in your chest? I didn't. But now I do. And apparently mine are inflamed, thus the chest pain. The funny thing is even after the doctor did an EKG "just in case," I started having pain in my left arm which I'm pretty sure was psychosomatic - confirmed by the fact that another doctor listened to my heart again this morning and told me it was almost definitely a musculoskeletal problem. Oh and I had a clean chest x-ray too. (And yes, I am a hypochondriac but my doctors indulge me).

The checkup this morning was actually a routine physical I had scheduled a week earlier, and I ended up getting a tetanus booster "just in case" and now my arm feels like it's going to fall the hell off.

I haven't felt like such a gimp in over two years. At least the rash is going away.


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