silver lining

It’s my birthday and I’ll be sick if I want to…
Woke up this morning with a fever. Slept almost all day. Good times.

When I finally did wake up I found a cute box that Joe had left out for me to find with my birthday gift. I would have taken pictures, but, well, you’ll have to excuse that for today. I will, however, direct you to the website… I love it! I write a lot. Especially since we moved. Yes, I know you wouldn’t know that from the blog, but you know, it’s personal stuff. Stuff I need to get off my chest. Stuff I need to think about. Stuff that becomes clearer written down. So now I have this beautiful cover and my first ever Moleskine journal. It’s perfect. Plus, he left me a really lovely note inside and no, like my journals its not for public consumption.

So even though I woke up feeling like yuck on my birthday I feel loved. I received lots of Happy Birthdays and talked to everyone in my family, some of them several times over the day. It’s nice. Nice to know that people care and are thinking about you. Even if they are thousands of miles away.

Have a lovely day everyone!

never had the flu, till now

Here’s how it all started… Sunday morning I woke up with a tickle in my throat. Wasn’t too worried, just a little cough. Joe and I head out to MOMA for the day and I’m super excited cause we have been talking about going for ages. I’m not all knowledgeable about art so I’m not going to go into a lot of the exhibits, but a lot of photography and it was really fascinating to see. I would say pretty thought provoking items are their at the moment. You should go…

So we’re their for a couple hours and I’m starting to feel really tired and I start to realize that my legs ache. Like I worked out recently (um, no. not even close). And I’m just so tired, exhausted without really having done anything. This really should have been my first clue, but I’m slow with these things.

So Monday I wake up and feel completely awful. To shorten this pathetically sad story I’ll skip to the part where I go to the doctor, she says I probably have the flu and not some bronchial infection that I think I have and shoves a swab up my nostrils. Tuesday the results are in. Influenza A. Could be the Avian flu. Could be H1N1. Clarification on these points were not forthcoming so I went back to bed.

I’ve been housebound for the entire week. Now it’s Friday and I’m finally starting to feel a bit better, except now I have made this mess up here since I’m hiding from our puppy so she’ll stay kenneled during the day (another long story).

It’s probably time to take advantage of the fact that I can walk around for more than 5 minutes and not feel like I’m going to pass out.

On the bright side I’m about 3/4 through with Joe’s scarf. I hope he likes the flu…

one week anniversary

This past Saturday I did what I thought to be the impossible. I ran a 5K. Not only did I run it, but I ran it without stopping. I realize this may not seem like a huge deal to most people, but I am a certified couch potato. Exercise is not my thing people!

Howeva, I decided that 2010 was going to be the year I start taking care of myself. This was mostly to take care of my crazed neck muscles that were delivering headaches on an almost daily basis (no wonder I’m so cranky all the time). Yet, I realized that I really need to take care of my health in other ways as well, so I signed up for a running class 10 weeks ago. After 9 weeks of running with this group it culminated in the Alston+Bird LLP Corporate Cup Challenge 5K. Here we are before the race. OK, so maybe I don’t look that thrilled to be there, but I am still working on the morning person thing…

With some encouragement from my running partner Jennifer we ran it. Ran it like we meant business. And it was fun! Next Saturday I’ll be at the Shamrock 4 Miler, maybe I’ll see you there.

Toodles!

glutton

I apparently am a glutton for punishment. I really need to start getting more exercise into my daily life so I went to a fitness bootcamp this morning for a free trial run. OMG! Not only was the workout tough, but it has been raining all night and was still raining this morning. What I failed to realize was that we would actually be doing exercises that required us to be on the ground. The completely soaked wet muddy yucky ground. Now, I am not a priss, but this was more than I was used to. This is what I looked like when we were through.

Not sure if you can really tell from this, but mud, mud everywhere. Mud and little dead grass pieces from the field. Front and back. The mud actually soaked through three layers of clothes. They are now in a pile in the garage waiting for a good rinse in the tub before they get a thorough washing.

I am considering signing up for the month long bootcamp. 18 days that start at 5:45AM this Monday. I am not a morning person...

a list

So where do I start?  I think here works... back in '92 I gave a blood sample to see if I was a match for a friend of the family that who had Leukemia. I hadn't given it much thought until a few months back when reps from National Marrow Donor Program had a booth setup near where I work soliciting blood donations for their database. That's when I remembered I was on that database and that my contact information hadn't been updated in ages. I talked to a couple of really nice ladies and they told me how to go about it. Fast forward to about 2 o'clock today... I get a call from the donor program. I am a partial match to someone on their list. Not a total match, since back when I gave blood they didn't test for as many markers as they do now, but potentially I could be. I'm close.

I should be receiving a packet on Monday with some cotton swabs that I will use to swab the inside of my mouth for DNA to see if this is going to work. WOW! Who knew? The timing couldn't be stranger either. I feel like I was being reminded before a random call came in. Like I was being reminded that I was on that list.

Not sure what I think about this right now. I mean, I don't have any reason not to donate if the need is there. It's more the feeling of being able to give something life saving to another person. A stranger. Some person on a list somewhere, just like I was on a list. We could be a match. Amazing!