So, back in February I posted here https://welcometosandyland.wordpress.com/2012/02/20/oh-m-eye/ about my eye issue and possible upcoming surgery. Well, this past Monday I went to see another eye surgeon (the best in the Maritimes, I’m told) and surgery is now a go. A date has not been confirmed yet but paperwork has been sent to the hospital where the operation will take place.
This is my Facebook post heading to the City prior to my appointment: “Sandy is going to ‘see’ the eye surgeon to get her eye ‘looked’ at. Hehe.”
This is my Facebook post on my way back: “Surgery booked. Tears shed. Anxiety attack in progress. Lorazepam taken. Mmmmm Starbucks.”
Yep, once I found out some details, the risks, etc. I had a meltdown. My poor mom had never been witness to one of my anxiety attacks but she saw one happen the other day…it freaked her out. So much so that she got teared up. Sorry Mom.
The worst part of the surgery (y’know, other than having my eye cut open and whatnot) is that I will not be able to work out for up to 6 weeks after. WTF?? I’m having a hard time with that concept since I’m used to working out, at minimum, 6 days a week for the last 6 years. This is NOT good.
I’m having a hard time with this idea people. Here’s the thing: I work out sick. I work out injured. I work out whether I feel like it or not. I’ve worked from 7:30am till 11pm and gone for a work out after. (Yes, I realize I have an issue with this). I am seriously struggling with not being able to exercise on a daily basis. (Apparently the risk of internal damage to my eye is quite high, and there’s also the risk of jarring out the stitches, etc. See the dilemma?)
Anyway, I may need some support here, blog-world and friends, because the truth is, I’m way too stubborn and pigheaded and more than likely will not listen to doctor’s strict orders and will probably attempt to keep up with my regime. Soooo…if anyone has suggestions on lower impact (a little higher impact than sleeping, please), I’m all ears.
Please and thank you. 🙂
So, I actually got this idea from my friend, Anic (who got the idea from Pinterest).
I am a thorough chocoholic – I’m sure I’ve said it here before that I need a 12-step program, but I’ve been trying to cut back on my little addiction. This little treat rocks.
What you need:
*Dark chocolate (squares or chips) – (*the dark chocolate, being richer and not as sweet is more satisfying. A little goes a long way.)
*Fresh fruit – I used bananas and strawberries; Anic used strawberries and grapes.
*(Depending on size, you may want to slice)
*A pot or stainless steel bowl, stove top, ice cube trays.
It’s easy-peasy. Melt the chocolate on low heat on the stove top, stirring often. You don’t want to burn the chocolate.
Spoon a little of the melted chocolate into each spot in the ice cube tray.
Add a piece of fruit, then cover with more chocolate.
Place in freezer. Once solid and cool, enjoy! 🙂
PS THANKS ANIC! xoxo
EMPIRE RECORDS is a COOL MOVIE!!
The above quote is from the cult classic, Empire Records. Warren is trying to pick up quarters that A.J. has glued to the carpet. A.J. is an artist. Warren is a thug-wannabe.
You can watch the clip here at 1:17 mins in: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hezqVcZitkY
When I was in high school and working part-time at a Tim Horton’s there was a customer who would come thru the Drive-thru every afternoon. He was an older man, somewhere in his 50’s. A beady little guy who resembled Mr. Burns from the Simpsons.
The customer would place his order and as he approached the Drive-thru window would stop just before, get out of his car and walk to the window where he would proceed to pick up all the loose change that we or other customers would have dropped. (It was customary to wait for a slow down and a staff person would go out and collect the change to put back into the cash till.) Now, if you’re thinking this guy was being nice and trying to help us out, you’re wrong. He would pocket the change and get back in his car.
The first time this happened to me I actually thought he was picking the change up to be helpful so I held my hand out and said “oh hey, thanks!” or something to that effect. He looked at me for a split second and then ignored me as if I hadn’t said anything at all.
This had gone on for ages – and even tho the guy was or was not technically stealing (I saw he was), no one ever did anything. ………… Until I got bored.
One dull afternoon I made my way outside in between Drive-thru customers and began (merrily) gluing down coins…and much to my co-workers’ and regular customers’ delight. Eventually I had enough coins glued down and we all waited anxiously for El Cheapo to visit our Drive-thru.
When we finally saw him driving in we were giddy with excitement (I told you it was a dull afternoon!) and as he began his habitual method of trying to retrieve the “dropped” coins he realized the joke was on him! We were all watching him and smirking. OBVIOUSLY he was embarrassed for finally being outwitted (Yeah, I went there) because when he left our Drive-thru I don’t recall him ever coming back. It was lovely.
I am normally sweet and polite and sincere and friendly (did I mention sweet?). But cross me badly and you’re likely to endure my WRATH.
The Wrath of SandyLand doesn’t come out too often but when I’m really, really angry,
I get crazy it’s not a pretty picture. I’ve been known, on occasion, to jump out of my car and rip into people for tailing me, flipping me off, or just being punks. I know, I know. Not the best judgement but I inherited my anger gene and I can’t help it choose not to let it go completely.
Truthfully, however, I have to be seriously ticked off. My wrath has only been seen on a few occasions in my lifetime and I prefer to keep my Mr. Hyde-alter-ego well hidden from the world.
My regular anger, however, is a different story. I get pissed off all the time. I’m entirely too sensitive and I get hurt feelings and sometimes it’s just easier to be angry than it is to be sad. Lame, I know. But it’s sometimes how I have to deal.
However, when it comes to manners, I get thoroughly PISSED OFF at certain people’s lack of them. See, I was raised to be polite. To ask for things properly. To say “please” and “thank you” and “may I”, etc. It STILL baffles me how so many people do not practice this. I am constantly
nagging reminding my nephews and Abby to “use your manners, please” and it always works. Even my 4 year old nephew is in the habit of saying “may I pwease?” and “no fank you.” (It’s absolutely adorable!)
So, imagine my disgust, not too long ago, in a particular office (not gonna say which one for all you locals who are reading this) when an employer said to me: “Give me ‘blah blah blah.*'” (*note: the “blahs” will prevent me from acknowledging what this person was asking for and therefore prevent me from acknowledging which employer it was)
I looked at the person and stared for a really long time (in actuality it was probably only a few seconds but it seemed like a really long time) and finally said: “Get you a ‘blah blah blah’ what?” A few more seconds went by and finally the person
squeaked replied “please?” THERE YA GO!!
What the hell? I don’t understand what is happening with our society. It’s bad enough when we try to blame all that is wrong with the world on the youth of today (who, by the way, are mostly products of their respective upbringing), but this person who I’m making an example of is old. I mean, like older than my dad. He/she should know that manners are important. Time to get off that high horse, I’d say.
With me, you’re likely to get a lot further ahead if you are polite and use your manners. Giving me orders isn’t going to do any good because more than likely I’m just gonna stare at you like you’re stupid until you realize you’re being a dick. And if you don’t realize it then I fully intend on MAKING you realize it by pointing it out. How d’ya like them apples?
So…people of the blogging world, use your manners. Be friendly and polite and see where the day will take you. My guess is a place much more pleasant.