Mimi, your sleep issues are definitely stress related. Anxiety is a huge part of sleep issues.
PM me for some suggestions, if it doesn't get better.
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Mimi, your sleep issues are definitely stress related. Anxiety is a huge part of sleep issues.
PM me for some suggestions, if it doesn't get better.
Mimi, that is fantastic news to hear :) :)
Mimi- hurray, hurray, hurray. Go take a warm bath and drink some chamomile tea and let yourself breathe a big sigh of relief. It's going to just get better from here!!!
I'm at work for 30 more minutes -- but I'm drinking camomile tea and (blush) almost fell asleep.
Mimi, OMG that's fantastic news. I'm dancing a happy dance right now!!!!! Give Don a big hug and kiss from all of us at TE and then tell him to give you a hug and a kiss, too!
Woohoo, Mimi! (now, go get some sleep!)
Catrin--vibes for your mom.
Dear self:
You've been eating crap this week, and see what's happened? Clean up your diet a little--cut back on the Dr. Pepper at the very least. There won't be nearly as much baklava, or as much of whatever-that-awesome-stuff-was. (Yeah, we know, your Libyan classmates are fantastic cooks.) Just ease up on the sweet stuff, 'kay? (Also, get some sleep.)
Yay, Mimi what wonderful news! I hope you can take a little time out this weekend to pamper yourself. Hope that Don is feeling better every day!
Yay Mimi & Don! Now get some rest.
Mimi, I'm gonna open my living room windows now (they face south) and I better hear you SNORING! :p
Hugs, girl.
Mimi, I hope I don't wake you up, but YAAA-HOOOO! :D
Dear Lady,
Thank you for talking with me about mountain biking while I was at the park. Today was the first time ever doing a trail and you boosted my confidence. I know I probably annoyed you with all the questions, but you patiently answered all of them. I feel bad that I don't remember your name though.
Thank You,
The lady that wouldn't shut up
Dear Self,
You did your very first mountain bike trail today. You didn't fall off, hit a tree, or wipe out during tight turns. I know I wasn't fast but there wasn't anyone else on the trail but DH and my son making it less stressful.
It's too bad by the time we got there it was nearly dark and only had a about a 1/2 hour or so to ride. Next time I'll do the entire trail unless I get ran over by far more experienced riders.
It sucks not being able to take someone else so I can ride during the day. DH doesn't get off from work until 4:30pm and it's an hour up to the trail.
If anyone happens to live in/near Omaha and needs someone to ride with, I'm around.
Shefly, thanks for telling me about that. Its much better knowing she's not going to be completely cut off. She's a tough kid, all this will do is maybe convince her she might want to spend Christmas back here with us where it's nice and warm. ;)
Mimi, I'm so happy for you guys!!! Now go rest up!! :D
Catrin, I'm so sorry. Hope the doctors got it all and that your mom will heal quickly and easily.
Dear screaming dreams, please go away tonight. Thanks.
Dear LBS Men,
You are my lion, scarecrow, and tin man, and I mean that in the best possible way.
Dear self,
Please get better. By tomorrow morning.
I am riding my new bike no matter what.
I feel like a sloth, with lots of eating and very little exercise.
Dear K:
This month has been rough on you. Please don't feel guilty about Kitty #2. You tried very hard to find a home for her before taking her to the shelter. You didn't know she'd be considered "unadoptable". :(
Dear Chair of that other Committee,
I realize that we have to work together, but you are not in charge of running my committee. Please stop telling us how to do our job. You may disagree with our process and our decisions, but that in no way empowers you to overstep your boundaries.
Sincerely,
Chair of my Committee
I love this.
Good day with the Donald. They took out the nose hose and the foley and one drain. He walked 24 laps and I walked close to 4 miles (including some of those laps) Tonight i ought to get just a little more caught up on my sleep since tomorrow is 25 hours long.
On my way home in the dark and cold, a young woman cyclist was keeping up with me, catching up at the red lights and stop lights. At the final light I had hopes of her sitting parallel with my car But there was this huge camper who decided to stop at the light on the right side of me, in the sharrow.
So I sped up so he could not pass me on the right. I was afraid he was playing games with the cyclist, so I figured if i distracted him, he'd leave the bike alone. Sure enough he tailgated with his high beams on all the next mile on our quiet residential street with a 30mph speed limit. But he left the bicycle alone. :D
Good for you, Mimi, keeping the lane clear for the cyclist!
Glad to hear Don is on his feet and moving around well. Is there anything we can do for you tomorrow?
Mimi things are sounding really good for the D! Boy it'll be great when he gets released home, huh? :)
To whom it may concern
thanks for the sunny day; i was getting a bit worried as we were socked in this morning, but i finally rode my bike (for the first time since the surgery) to and from the hospital.
I rode mostly along Beacon Hill, which has a huge median greenbelt full of the most glorious trees, each one more dazzling than the last.
thanks.
the only thing that could have made it better would have been my honey beside me.
Mimi, I am happy to hear you were able to get out and ride. It brought a smile to my face with how you described it. I hope it will not be too long for Don to make that trip home with you where he belongs. Continue to keep you and him in my thoughts.
Mimi - I am so glad to hear Don is improving, yayyyy!
I returned home today to Indiana, but Mom is still in the hospital, her chest tubes are still in. Her progress is slower than expected, but she has improved. I am afraid that combined with the emphysema, they removed just enough of her lung to have a permanent impact on her pulmonary function - and it wasn't great before. Time will tell, and they didn't have much choice. We just hope they got everything.
Dear Right Thumb,
You have been infected for 3 weeks and I've taken good care of you. I appreciate that you aren't causing me much pain, I really do. However, when the Keflex didn't cure you, I figured the Sulfa they prescribed would work better than it has, AND I've even been soaking you regularly to draw stuff out of you. I even kept you all bandaged and protected when living at the hospital this week, given the dangerous nature of those places.
I would prefer to spend my last day off before returning to the office on the mountain bike, not spending my gas money for a visit to the doctor.
Please be much better in the morning so I can go play in the dirt with my mountain goat.
Thank you
Catrin
Good grief, Catrin, get thee to a doctor. 3 weeks is a LONG time. yikes..
Tonight Donald walked me to the outside of the hospital to breathe the sweet air. but he had to go back in and we still don't know for how long. he keeps doing his laps. That is the best thing.. walked a mile yesterday and more than a mile today. I sure hope those surgeons can figure this thing out.
(((Donald and Mimi)))
I've been seeing the nurse practicioner at my work clinic, but do have an appt. with my dr. this afternoon since I am still off work. It isn't a MRSA infection (my RN sister who has seen it says it would be far worse and much more painful) but it is just being stubborn. Like me.
That is what I've heard, so was glad to hear my sister pronounce it something else. She is an RN in a pediatrician's office and sees pretty much everything. I am seeing my doc this afternoon, who knows, perhaps I just got a splinter in there somewhere and that is why the antibiotics really aren't doing much.
No dirt today though, rainy outside and my apartment was trashed - so clean all day today...
Dear Rain:
Please stop tonight so I can get in a GOOD ride tomorrow. Thank you.
To Those in Charge:
No, this is not right. You've made the sun come up earlier, but now it's going *down* earlier as well. You're not listening to what I want! Can I speak to a manager?
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(shamelessly lifted from a friend's FB page)
I totally agree.
Dear professor:
This is insane. I never said I'd do that project, just that it was interesting. Now you want me to put together a decision tree, complete with references, stating how I'd purify, analyze and test this stuff. In a week. Right before finals. When I have 3 papers to write, a project and presentation, and a final to study for. While it's a useful exercise for the future, now is the worst possible time. Ugh. Hopefully I can get the project done tomorrow...
BTW: references for commonplace procedures? BS.
Meep!
Dear program:
I realize that you have to check boxes, but this is completely pointless. And I really hope you meant double-spaced. I'm having difficulties getting this to a page...
Dear Doc Office and Insurance Companies,
I hate bills and I hate you both. Get it together and quit gouging people. We all know it doesn't really cost that much for a simple procedure or a doc visit that only took 5 minutes.
Sincerely,
Broke after paying this bill
i remember once my son had a swelling under his nail after a blunt force trauma. the doctor bent a paperclip, heated it and punctured his nail to release the pressure. He charged 200 dollars for that in 1990.
A wise old Indians reaction to the explanation of daylight saving time.
"Only a white man would believe that you can cut a strip off of the top of a blanket, sew it onto the bottom of the blanket and end up with a bigger blanket."
Dear Self,
See what I meant when I said to stop Google stalking people? Now you've gone and found out that your ex-nemesis has the very life you wished so hard you had for years. How does that make you feel? Like crap? You deserve it. And do we even need to point out that this is the girl that your rat b*****d ex used to constantly make you feel inferior? So she's now a tech writer for an international website and she's still doing better than you are. Universe only knows why you feel the need to torture yourself this way.
You have a wonderful guy in your life now. You have the job you've wanted to do since you were 9 years old and 6 kids who are thrilled to see you every morning so you can go exploring to learn stuff. The communications industry is not your place. You were miserable, underweight, anorexic, smoking 2 packs a week and never had time to ride your bike or see your friends while in it. Don't even consider the idea of going back to it just to compete with her because that is just stupid. Jeez. Like you can afford another 5 years of therapy while paying for your second bachelor's degree. Quit Google stalking already. Sheesh.
Very Annoyed,
Your saner self.
Dear Enza
I love you on my lap but I need to get up and finish the stuff I need to do before I leave here this morning.
xx
warm lap.