I'm finally back! I know it's been a while, and oh, what an interesting while it has been. Short recap:
After 20 nearly 21 years of never having one, (and as far as I know no history in my family having them), I had 3 seizures in a week. Yes, seizures. Now actually having them is not painful or scary for me, being as I don't remember them at all. One minute I'm putting on my shoes or standing at the kitchen sink, next I'm on the floor on my back looking up at a very scared Justin. Actually, (though I feel bad saying this), I feel great when I come to, emotion wise. I feel calm and fully awake. Physically I'm a bit dizzy and weak, but that's all. I'm disoriented as far as I don't understand why I'm on the floor or why Justin is so adamant about me not standing up. But as he exsplains to me what happened, I get scared because I don't like losing track of time or reality that way. It makes me feel so out of control. Being in control of myself is a big thing for me. It also scares me that I have absolutely no warning. No warning so no idea what to do to avoid so it doesn't happen again. So frustrating.
Meanwhile, poor Justin has to deal with watching them happen, getting me to the ER afterwards, and sticking to my side as much as possible. If I'm out of his sight in the house, (example: I'm in the bathroom and he's in the bedroom) for more than a few minutes, he'll check on me. If I drop something, or make a loud noise, he comes running, looking panicked. He asks that I stay sitting or laying down as much as possible while he's at work. I feel so bad that he is under so much stress with all this.
On top of that, I can only work at Pet Smart now. I can't work at the cafe or DJ. So we're now extremely tight, money wise. But we somehow make it work. We always will.
I haven't had a seizure for 3 weeks. I have to be 6 months seizure free before I can drive again, which SUCKS. I have an EEG and MRI lined up so they can try and figure out what's wrong. The first two times I went to the ER, they had nothing to tell me. They had no idea why I was having them. So they put me on some meds to help. The third time, we didn't go. Why? Because we didn't feel like waiting 6 hours only to be told there was nothing they could do, nothing they could tell us.
Now we just take it day by day.
Well, that's all for now. I will do better at keeping up with this. (Hopefully)
Signing off for now.
Corrie
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Silliness
This happened about a week ago. I've been too busy to post it until now. I wrote it down when it happened, so it's on the present tense.
So today was chock full of silliness.
First, at Pet Smart. (I'm the pricing specialist there. Sounds important and complicated. It's not. I'm basically a glorified sticker-putter-upper.) A man and his daughter came it. He was rumpled and absentminded. Shirt wrinkled beyond belief, (and half untucked) socks mismatched, one shoe untied, crooked glasses. For some reason that just made him utterly adorable. He was so sweet.
His daughter was a punker with her septum pierced and curly wild black hair and equally as sweet as her father.
They had just gotten a puppy and were gatting the necessities to take care of it. Collar, leash, food, toys, treats, a bed, cage, puppy pads, tag. Now at Pet Smart we have an engraving machine so people can buy a tag at the register and engrave it right there. So thy pick out a tag and and pay for everything and walk to the machine. The father left two of his bags on my register. I have a feeling that if I haden't put them into his cart, he would've forgotten them.
They get the tag engraved and go to put it on the puppy. Now the father had put the tiny zip lock bag the tag came in in his pocket. He needed it bacause the metal O ring was in there. He rummages in his pockets for a few minutes but can't find it. So he starts taking everything out of his pockets. Wallet, keys, phone, change. Here's where it starts to get weird. He pulls out a half eaten lollipop, screws, nuts and bolts, one marble (irony), a rock. Now these aren't common, but not terribly strange. The grand finale? He reaches in and pulls out...a doorknob. Did you miss that? Thats okay, I'll say it again. HE PULLED OUT A DOORKNOB. A full on brass door knob.
Naturally I had no choice but to collapse against my register in hysterical laughter. I didn't feel bad because his daughter was right there with me. It was the most bizarre thing I've seen in a while.
About half and hour later, I get slammed and have to call for a backup cashier. Krystal, my new manager, comes out to help.
Timeout.
I'm going to take a minute here to tell you about Krystal a bit. She is crazy awesome. She is sweet and goofy and upbeat and damn funny. She asks about my life outside of work, and actually listens and remembers. I'll tell her something and next time I see her, she'll ask about it. She is laid back and friendly, but an amazingly efficient manager. She has the perfect balance between being personal and and professional. She never talks down to those lower than her, never tries to delegate busy work out to others is she has the time to do it. She does everything. She gets shit done. If we are closing together, she offers to drive me home so I don't have to walk late at night when it's below freezing. IShe never gives me a hard time about being a few minutes late, doesn't berate me when I do something wrong. Instead she walks me through it until I understand. And she has a Japanese charecter tattooed on the back of her neck that means "marrige". Normally I don't like Japanese charecters, they are so over used. But I like hers.
Like I said, crazy awesome.
Back to the sillly day.
So Krystal comes to help me ring. As a customer walks away from her register, Krysal says "psst" to get ny attention. I look overt at her and she discretely points to the woman who just left her register and mouths one word. "Shoes". I look over at this woman, who is HUGE, and look down. On her feet are lime green, faux aligator print vinyl clogs. That's bad enough, but to top it all off, she is not wearing socks. It had just snowed the night before. It is about 25degrees outside. All I could do was turn back to Krystal and say, "I got nothing".
I finish work and go home. Justin and I clean for a while, do laundry, etc. etc. He had to go out for a bit, so I layed down to read for a while. This was around 5pm. Next thing I know I wake up to find that I've drooled all over my book (charming, I know) and it's 7am. I am now late for work. I bolt up and frantically try to get ready to go. As I'm getting dressed, Justin gets home. He walks in to see my desperately trying to put my sweater on. I try over and over, turning it inside out and right side in over and over, but just cannot get it on. I look up to see Justin staring at me like he's never met me before. "What? " I snap at him.
"What are you doing?" he sounds completely baffled.
"I'm late for work". I still can't get my sweater on.
"No, I mean why are you trying to pull your sweater onto you legs?"
I look down and sure enough, this is what I have been doing for a full 10 minutes. Yeah. I am half asleep and very disoriented, and frantic on top. This is the only reason I could come up with as to why I suddenly forgot how to dress myself.
Justin also points out that I still have jeans on, which I can't wear to Pet Smart. I had one shoe on already and was about to put on the other. I throw my shoe down in frustration and shuck my jeans off, but of course I get them caught on my shoe. After 10 more minutes of stumbling and very creative swearing, I'm finally dressed.
As I go back into the living room, Justin says I thought you didn't have work. "Do you know what day it is?"
"Of course I do. It's Friday." I viciously snap at him.
"No it's not, it's Thursday".
I pause for a second"It doesn't matter i have work Thurdays at 7 too!"
I finally make it out of the house and realize I don't where Justin parked the car. Perfect. I walk to the end of the block and don't see it, so I turn around and walk the other way. As I'm walking, I notice that it's still dark out. Why is it still dark out at 7am? I ask myself. I turn to my right and see the cafe is open. And why are the cafe lights on? They are never open this-
Oh. Oh no. Really? FREAKIN' REALLY!?!?
As I'm sure you've figured out by now, it is not 7am like I previuosly thought. It is 7pm on the same day. I only slept for two hours. I am S-M-R-T, SMRT!
All in all, an interesting day.
Signing off for now, over.
So today was chock full of silliness.
First, at Pet Smart. (I'm the pricing specialist there. Sounds important and complicated. It's not. I'm basically a glorified sticker-putter-upper.) A man and his daughter came it. He was rumpled and absentminded. Shirt wrinkled beyond belief, (and half untucked) socks mismatched, one shoe untied, crooked glasses. For some reason that just made him utterly adorable. He was so sweet.
His daughter was a punker with her septum pierced and curly wild black hair and equally as sweet as her father.
They had just gotten a puppy and were gatting the necessities to take care of it. Collar, leash, food, toys, treats, a bed, cage, puppy pads, tag. Now at Pet Smart we have an engraving machine so people can buy a tag at the register and engrave it right there. So thy pick out a tag and and pay for everything and walk to the machine. The father left two of his bags on my register. I have a feeling that if I haden't put them into his cart, he would've forgotten them.
They get the tag engraved and go to put it on the puppy. Now the father had put the tiny zip lock bag the tag came in in his pocket. He needed it bacause the metal O ring was in there. He rummages in his pockets for a few minutes but can't find it. So he starts taking everything out of his pockets. Wallet, keys, phone, change. Here's where it starts to get weird. He pulls out a half eaten lollipop, screws, nuts and bolts, one marble (irony), a rock. Now these aren't common, but not terribly strange. The grand finale? He reaches in and pulls out...a doorknob. Did you miss that? Thats okay, I'll say it again. HE PULLED OUT A DOORKNOB. A full on brass door knob.
Naturally I had no choice but to collapse against my register in hysterical laughter. I didn't feel bad because his daughter was right there with me. It was the most bizarre thing I've seen in a while.
About half and hour later, I get slammed and have to call for a backup cashier. Krystal, my new manager, comes out to help.
Timeout.
I'm going to take a minute here to tell you about Krystal a bit. She is crazy awesome. She is sweet and goofy and upbeat and damn funny. She asks about my life outside of work, and actually listens and remembers. I'll tell her something and next time I see her, she'll ask about it. She is laid back and friendly, but an amazingly efficient manager. She has the perfect balance between being personal and and professional. She never talks down to those lower than her, never tries to delegate busy work out to others is she has the time to do it. She does everything. She gets shit done. If we are closing together, she offers to drive me home so I don't have to walk late at night when it's below freezing. IShe never gives me a hard time about being a few minutes late, doesn't berate me when I do something wrong. Instead she walks me through it until I understand. And she has a Japanese charecter tattooed on the back of her neck that means "marrige". Normally I don't like Japanese charecters, they are so over used. But I like hers.
Like I said, crazy awesome.
Back to the sillly day.
So Krystal comes to help me ring. As a customer walks away from her register, Krysal says "psst" to get ny attention. I look overt at her and she discretely points to the woman who just left her register and mouths one word. "Shoes". I look over at this woman, who is HUGE, and look down. On her feet are lime green, faux aligator print vinyl clogs. That's bad enough, but to top it all off, she is not wearing socks. It had just snowed the night before. It is about 25degrees outside. All I could do was turn back to Krystal and say, "I got nothing".
I finish work and go home. Justin and I clean for a while, do laundry, etc. etc. He had to go out for a bit, so I layed down to read for a while. This was around 5pm. Next thing I know I wake up to find that I've drooled all over my book (charming, I know) and it's 7am. I am now late for work. I bolt up and frantically try to get ready to go. As I'm getting dressed, Justin gets home. He walks in to see my desperately trying to put my sweater on. I try over and over, turning it inside out and right side in over and over, but just cannot get it on. I look up to see Justin staring at me like he's never met me before. "What? " I snap at him.
"What are you doing?" he sounds completely baffled.
"I'm late for work". I still can't get my sweater on.
"No, I mean why are you trying to pull your sweater onto you legs?"
I look down and sure enough, this is what I have been doing for a full 10 minutes. Yeah. I am half asleep and very disoriented, and frantic on top. This is the only reason I could come up with as to why I suddenly forgot how to dress myself.
Justin also points out that I still have jeans on, which I can't wear to Pet Smart. I had one shoe on already and was about to put on the other. I throw my shoe down in frustration and shuck my jeans off, but of course I get them caught on my shoe. After 10 more minutes of stumbling and very creative swearing, I'm finally dressed.
As I go back into the living room, Justin says I thought you didn't have work. "Do you know what day it is?"
"Of course I do. It's Friday." I viciously snap at him.
"No it's not, it's Thursday".
I pause for a second"It doesn't matter i have work Thurdays at 7 too!"
I finally make it out of the house and realize I don't where Justin parked the car. Perfect. I walk to the end of the block and don't see it, so I turn around and walk the other way. As I'm walking, I notice that it's still dark out. Why is it still dark out at 7am? I ask myself. I turn to my right and see the cafe is open. And why are the cafe lights on? They are never open this-
Oh. Oh no. Really? FREAKIN' REALLY!?!?
As I'm sure you've figured out by now, it is not 7am like I previuosly thought. It is 7pm on the same day. I only slept for two hours. I am S-M-R-T, SMRT!
All in all, an interesting day.
Signing off for now, over.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Testing, Testing, 1, 2, 3...
So I've never had a blog before. I'm not entirely surewhat compelled me to start one. I guess it's because I want a least some record of my life, even if I'm the only one who reads it.To be able to say, "I was here. I existed. I lived." Plus I think it will be theraputic, to work through my day out loud.
This may be a very boring blog. It's probably just going to be me talking about my day-to-day stuff. Work, living on my own and all the new challenges that brings, work, my cat, work, my family, Justin. Did I mention work?
So I'm sorry if I bore you. If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple.
I'm sitting at the laundry mat across the street, waiting for our clothes to dry. We have a washer in our apartment, but no dryer. Really not that bad. i've been hanging clothes on radiators and shower curtain rods since childhood. It works. Unfortunetly, I can't do that with most of Justin's clothes, because they come out terribly wrinkled. He has to look very presentable 90% of the time, for work. For those of you who don't know, Justin is my boyfriend of 8 months. We live together above Cafe con Chocolate (Where I work and where we met). He is an opera singer, performing musican and magician, and sings and plays trombone in band called The Business. That's how we met. He was playing his ukulele and singing at the cafe one night in April. (April 2nd actually. YeS I know. Corny that I remember the date. So sue me.) My sister Melissa (who also works at the cafe) called and told me I should come to the cafe. She said this really super talented musician was going to be there.
I wasn't doing so hot then. I barely left the house. I was very close to not going. I don't know why I did. But I did. And my life changed forever.
But thats a story for another time.
I titled this "Brave New World" because I fell that it describes my life now. Everything in my life right now is completely new to me. Having my own apartment, being in love, living with and being in a serious relationship with someone, bills, work, (A LOT OF WORK), etc. The love that I have is so beautifully brave. I feel found and able to do anything.
That's all for now.
This may be a very boring blog. It's probably just going to be me talking about my day-to-day stuff. Work, living on my own and all the new challenges that brings, work, my cat, work, my family, Justin. Did I mention work?
So I'm sorry if I bore you. If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple.
I'm sitting at the laundry mat across the street, waiting for our clothes to dry. We have a washer in our apartment, but no dryer. Really not that bad. i've been hanging clothes on radiators and shower curtain rods since childhood. It works. Unfortunetly, I can't do that with most of Justin's clothes, because they come out terribly wrinkled. He has to look very presentable 90% of the time, for work. For those of you who don't know, Justin is my boyfriend of 8 months. We live together above Cafe con Chocolate (Where I work and where we met). He is an opera singer, performing musican and magician, and sings and plays trombone in band called The Business. That's how we met. He was playing his ukulele and singing at the cafe one night in April. (April 2nd actually. YeS I know. Corny that I remember the date. So sue me.) My sister Melissa (who also works at the cafe) called and told me I should come to the cafe. She said this really super talented musician was going to be there.
I wasn't doing so hot then. I barely left the house. I was very close to not going. I don't know why I did. But I did. And my life changed forever.
But thats a story for another time.
I titled this "Brave New World" because I fell that it describes my life now. Everything in my life right now is completely new to me. Having my own apartment, being in love, living with and being in a serious relationship with someone, bills, work, (A LOT OF WORK), etc. The love that I have is so beautifully brave. I feel found and able to do anything.
That's all for now.
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