Weekend Wrap-up

This has been a rough week and I'm glad it's over.

At work, I spent 95% of the week typing /summarizing medical records for one of Carrie's personal injury defense cases. The plaintiff who's records I was typing is in his 60's and when all was said and done, we had over 45 pages of typed notes summarizing all of his records. Oiy! And then as I'm just about finished with that project, Steve comes out and tells me that next week, we'll be knee-deep in preparing for his arbitration in July! I'm thinking I could have gladly NOT thought about that over the weekend.

I had an appointment with my dr this week. What with my high blood pressure and other ailments, she likes to see me every 4 months or so, so it was a usual thing. But the unusual thing was that this time I had news, I'd joined Curves and was regularly working out. I was SO excited to tell her. She comes in and first thing, she notices that my BP was down and mentions that. She asks if I've been doing anything different and I took my opening and told her I'd joined Curves. At this point, I expected even a half-hearted kudo, but no, her response is to ask me how many days I'm working out. I tell her 3-5 depending on my schedule, but usually at least 4. Again... kudos? No, then she says, well, on the days you aren't working out, you need to be taking at least hour long walks and watching what you eat. I'm like, wait a minute. Last time I was here, she was all but begging me to just do something! And now, she's wanting it all in a blink of the eye? So this basically just pisses me off and I don't even mention the laundry list of things I wanted to discuss with her... like this thing that has appeared in the last couple of weeks under my left eye, or the fact that I've been waking up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat off and on for the past couple months,.. or the unusal mood swings I've been having. No, I was in the middle of one such mood swing and unfortunately for my list it happened to be a pissy mood. Sigh. Oh, and did I mention that she was 45 minutes late for my 8:15 am appointment?? How do you get THAT far behind by 8:15?

So the next day, I'm in a better mood. I had an appointment with my hand dr. I've got Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, and a worker's comp case over it, and yikes! Anyway, my CTS has been much better of late, and I truly believed that the doctor would agree and release me. And that's what he did. So now hopefully we can get the worker's comp case resolved and we can get all of that behind me. Of course, the next couple of days, my wrist was hurting as I was doing nothing but straight typing on those medical records, but that's not unusual.

So then the next day, Thursday, what I had been waiting to have happen, but as of Thursday was officially three weeks late, finally happened. And I felt HORRIBLE!! I could barely get out of bed. Before work, I hit a CVS to buy drugs and Ho-Ho's, and after taking said drugs and eating said Ho-Ho's and drinking a big ol' chug of Diet Mt. Dew, I was feeling more human. I ended up being late for work, but I was pretty sure that it would be forgiveable as they'd have had to shoot me and put me out of their (and my) misery otherwise.

Friday was the best day of the week. I was exhausted, but I finally finished the medical summary. I was back to my usual non-moody self, and even though there was the possibility that I might get called into work to help one of the attorneys on Saturday, I wasn't too concerned because I never end up getting OT when I'm told in advance to expect it. And as I'm sitting here at 2:37 pm on Saturday afternoon, that attorney hasn't called me to ask me to come in, so I'm good. I went and got the oil changed in my buggy this AM, after waking up at a leisurely 9am. I've cleaned the litter box, am in the process of doing laundry, and am shifting thru the apartment killing dust bunnies. Ok, not really killing them, but herding them into the trash can. Despite being 91 degrees outside, it is beautiful and the breeze is blowing.

There was one down moment. Mom called last night to let me know that my cousin, Sandy, had passed away yesterday evening. She'd been battling a brain tumor since October. It seems so short of a time. At the last family funeral in September, she was fine. My earliest memories of Sandy were when I was little and we'd go down to Granny Barger's to visit in Eddyville, Illinois. Sandy (who was very close in age to my parents) would drive me and my sisters in her car (in my memory it was a convertible or jeep or something) to Lake Glendale and we'd play on the beach there. The soundtrack that was playing was Three Dog Night - usually Shambala. That memory comes to me whenever I listen to Three Dog Night. Mom wasn't sure when the funeral would be, probably Monday or Tuesday, but I'll take off and go with mom and dad to say goodbye to Sandy.