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Dr. Acula

Woe is me. Being all good samaritan-y, I gave blood on Sunday and the phlebotomist did a crappy job – she was a stabber. Usually I prefer a stabber to a fisher-arounder, but this woman left me with an enormous bruise and something that looks like a pinch spot or a big blood blister and now whenever I straighten out my arm suddenly I feel a searing pain not unlike what you feel when there is a scab on a joint and you bend/straighten it. Plus she was sloppy with the anti-coagulant on the needle tip and it burned like a m-f-er when it went in. I can only hope that my pint of blood made the difference in someone living or dying because if I ever find out that they just flushed it or shelved it past its expiration date I’ll be really pissed off.

Boot Camp is going well but my sleep schedule is totally thrown off. On M-W-F when I have the class I’m so tired that I tend to pass out on the couch at 9:30 but then on the nights before class when I SHOULD be in bed at 9:30 I don’t get tired until my regular bedtime of 11:00 which makes the 5:00 am wake-up alarm pretty brutal. Yes, I know I should just get with it and go to bed at 10:00 pm wake up at 5:00 am every day but that’s just way too adult of an answer to my problem. Plus since Steve is not taking the class and prefers to keep his schedule in its pre-Boot Camp style, I would never see him. In the good news, my mile time has already improved by 30 seconds, but that may be just because I wasn’t sure in Week One that I’d even be able to run a mile so I kept the pace way, way down. And mental note to self – do not eat greasy or spicy food the night before class. Sunday, Steve and I made a fantastic pot of jambalaya that was not so fantastic getting burped up at 5:45 am. It was great when I ate it, but trust me jambalaya doesn’t stand up so well the second time around.

Thursday Steve and I leave to go to El Paso for a few days to see my brother and his family. We’ll be staying at the same Holiday Inn that had the big wedding last year in the open courtyard that made me swear Lou Bega and the Mambo #5 gang were in my hotel room with me. I have been assured by the hotel staff that no such events are planned for this weekend and they had better be telling the truth. I think last time I went down there I had a mild case of food poisoning from some bad seafood and my meal at the ‘fancy’ restaurant in downtown El Paso consisted of a baked potato – let’s hope I can do better this year.

1:06 p.m. - 2005-02-15


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