yesterday's activities

Discussion in 'Dancers Anonymous' started by fascination, May 10, 2009.

  1. Peaches

    Peaches Well-Known Member

    Week in brief:

    Tuesday: work at home. Blah.

    Wednesday: go to work, but on way in my back seizes up again. Work, albeit not too productively. Massive amounts of Advil haven't done a thing and I am in constant pain. As per mom's advice, leave work early (OMG, train jerking to a stop is least I manage not to cry on the train) and head to Dr appt. Get badgered about smoking (you wanna know why I don't go to a doctor regularly? This is why! My back hurts. be quiet about the smoking and deal with my damn pain. I'm not in the mood to deal with your sanctimonious bs. You think I don't know about the dangers? Again, be quiet.). Leave with scripts for pain patches (utterly useless, and expensive), Flexeril (useless, although it does knock me out for half the night), and prescription strength Alleve. Finally something useful. Chill with DH. Bed, Z. For half the night. Spend latter half if night sobbing and in pain.

    Thursday: accompany in-laws to hospital. Wait with MiL. Good god almighty, the woman is bat [poo] crazy and bigoted as can be. Holy balls. To with DH to get lunch, bring it back, visit some more. FIL seems to be doing OK, MIL seems completely unfazed. Strange. Head home, veg, sleep for a while before the pain wakes me up again and I spend the time dozing, tossing, turning, and crying from pain.

    Friday: up, eat breakfast, take pain meds, doze until they kick in. Get X-ray, grocery shop. Home and veg. Z. Pretty well (read: no crying from pain) for once.

    Saturday: up, breakfast and pain meds, nap. Nap, nap, nap. Minor..."discussion"...with DH. Head into town, have drinks, have dinner at place we've been wanting to try. His fried chicken is spectacular. My rye cavatelli with broccoli I tastes like cardboard with grass clippings. But the duck fat fries were wonderful! Home, veg, decent sleep.

    Today: up, breakfast. Go apple picking. Grocery shop on way home, then cook lots if Indian food. Vegging now. Z soon.
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  2. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    I hope SIL is okay.
  3. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member

    @Cornutt--I hope DW's recovery continues to go well.

    @Peaches--I'm so sorry to hear your back continues to give you trouble and am surprised that the Flexeril does nothing for you! Do you think your problem is muscular? Could it be a disk?

    Worked out.
    12--Double Nik lesson! Really good ones. Lots of picking on some of my basics and on places where foot timing could be clearer.

    Passed the physical this time! (Some of you may remember I failed the iron test in August, after having given blood successfully three times earlier in the year.)
    Temp: 97.8
    Pulse: 62
    BP: 100/66
    Iron: 13.6 :) Play through!
    It went really fast too.

    Read with Child. Graded FYS papers.
    Unfortunately, allergies kicked into high gear in the later part of the afternoon and I was a mess.

    Husband leaves for 6 day trip.
    Allergies still a mess.

    9:10--ENG 1101. Grammar lesson.

    10:20--GLC. The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao.

    12--Appt. with Deaf student (interpreted).


    3--Pick up Child at school. Home to walk dog.
    4-6--At school with Child, who is not thrilled about this. Grade.

    Read Mark of Athena.

  4. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member

    Wake up after tough night due to allergies.

    10-2--Montessori Fallfest. I am a volunteer at the inflatable obstacle course from 10-12. It is the most popular attraction at Fallfest, so we stay quite busy!

    Home. Walk dog. Have snack.

    3-6--On campus, grading papers.


    Read Mark of Athena with Child.

    Smartly take Nyquil before bed. This helps.

    Wake up after a decent night of sleep.
    9ish?--Grocery store.

    Read Mark of Athena with Child.

    1:30-4:30--Grading session.


    Finish reading Mark of Athena.
  5. Peaches

    Peaches Well-Known Member

    Up, breakfast, then proceed to make an absolute mess in the kitchen. Translation: making and canning apple butter. Apple juice everywhere, apple goo everywhere. Color me happy. This batch I didn't scorch, so it doesn't have the smoky taste I like. It also never turned really dark, which was strange. I could have put in more cinnamon, but I'm liking the fresher taste. Minor cleaning of kitchen before DH's students arrive; will mop floor later.

    Now: vegging with DH for rest of evening. Oh, and making pie crust.

    @CCM: I still think this is muscular, although I got the X-rays and will have another appointment just to make sure. It's responded awfully well to massage; I can feel the knot in my back and can feel the referral pain in my neck if I press on it; it's always much worse in the morning when I wake up and am stiff. I'm still not taking any chances though. Very strange that Flexeril didn't do anything that a sleeping pill wouldn't have done.
  6. fascination

    fascination Site Moderator Staff Member

    forgot a highlight of yesterday; watching dh puzzle out the location of all of his office furniture to scale on quadrile of those things I adore about him because it is so foreign to the way that I move through the world....he had every outlet blocked....everything...and his chief goal was to be certain that nothing was positioned beyond the reach of his office chair...I mentioned that a little exercise never hurts....

    today; taught step, headed to indy...bravely show pro current video, respectfully refuse to look at it next to previous one....major commentary was; "hmmmmmm".....I explained that that wasn't likely to be helpful, so I was given a handful of things to work on and we got right on that....which was nice...the man never tires of new ways to get my feeble mind to grasp things that he already taught on the first lesson....

    we ended with practice of most of what my showcase routine is going to be...except are still without a song for various reasons...I am now at the point where I am just like "dude, just pop one in on Saturday and surprise me"...too tired to do a sit down place for dinerand cutting back on, hit a drive through and now about ready for bed
  7. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Yesterday: Up early-ish to clean. I really like starting the week with everything in its place. I find that it makes a huge difference in my outlook on the week.

    DS to school. Me to work.

    Good news, I guess. The kiddo I was told was fired on Friday, wasn't. He's at work, alive and I would say well, except that his demeanor is stormy at best. I don't ask, but eventually, he tells me. He is on a 90-day performance improvement plan. At the end of 90 days, no improvement, no job. On Friday, he was given a choice: Accept the PIP or go home and stay. I have to say I'm glad he accepted. He has a toddler and a young wife with gestational diabetes. He needs a job. Besides, being a loveable screw-up is no way to get ahead in life. It's time for him to act like an adult. *shrug*

    Nothing much else happens. I have to make a quick trip to UPS, to pick up a package. Twenty minutes there. Quick pick-up. Twenty minutes back. Right? Uhh. Not so much. The roads all around the airport, where the UPS hub is located, are under construction. Stop and go traffic, detours, road blockages and worse, no street signs. TDNWMH. Plus I've forgotten my cell phone and I had the poor judgment to pick today as the day to start staying properly hydrated. So I spend an hour driving in circles with no way to call UPS, no freaking idea of where I am, and trying to ignore the increasing pressure in my bladder. Everybody's idea of fun. Not.

    I finally meet an old Texan who's lived in this town all his life. He draws me a map and I drive right to where I'm supposed to be, which just happens to be within spitting distance of a spot that I've passed a minimum of three times. Yay. The upside is that Grapevine, the town I've been driving around in circles, is a beautiful, quaint little old town that I never would have seen, had it not been for my UPS misadventures. Really beautiful. I'll have to visit again sometime soon.

    Oh well. All's well that ends well.


    Watch DS do art homework. I find this fascinating. He has an art teacher who actually teaches art. Nothing even remotely like when I was in high school, where the art teachers basically said, "Here's some paper. Do art," and, if you were naturally talented you swam. Otherwise, you sank like a lead brick. This teacher is teaching. It's a beautiful thing to watch a boy who characterized himself as, "not an art kinda guy," creating beautiful, detailed works of art. Nice.

    Treadmill. Yay. Practice spins. Yay. Why does the saying, "The old gray mare ain't what she used to be," come to mind?

    Dinner. Watch political pundits for a while. Watch season finale of Major Crimes. Get into discussion with DS about the fact that, in my world, TV seasons should last more than eight to ten weeks and that, back in the early days of TV, the season might be 48 or 50 weeks (Think the Jackie Gleason Show. Live TV virtually every week of the year, for years.) Admittedly, that was before I was born, but my point still stands. 8 or 10 weeks and then hiatus? That's for wimps. Just sayin. DS gets that zoned-out, "OMG you're so old" look on his face and I decide to let it rest. Whatever. *shrug*

    Chill. Read. Zzz.
  8. Peaches

    Peaches Well-Known Member

    See, and this amuses me because that is something my brain tells me I should bother to do. It makes perfect sense to me, I've done it before (pre-3 burn-outs), and would probably still be doing (if I hadn't burned out 3 times and ceased to care quite that much). Now I'm just impatient and start shifting furniture about. DH, OTOH, is a firm believer in doing the graphing and drawing things...which translates to never actually getting around to it, refusing to do stuff until he works it out on paper, and nothing ever getting done as a result. Which is also why I've taken to just shoving furniture around myself. But I have to admit I find the idea infinitely appealing.
  9. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    That's interesting. Some things, I must diagram. Other things, I go with the flow.

    For example, with math, I draw pictures. With furniture, I just move stuff around until it feels right. With my ever-loving pot luck parties, I draw detailed diagrams, to scale, with top down pictures of every crock pot and serving dish. I kid you not. With project planning, I make detailed timeline diagrams. Lot of other things are just a big mish-mash. Hmm. I wonder why which is which. No idea. I just know what's right when I feel it.

    But, just FTR, any diagram that involves obstruction of every electrical outlet in a room might not be the best plan, long term. Just sayin.
  10. Sagitta

    Sagitta Well-Known Member

    Cornutt and peach will have both of you I my prayers. Cornutt I am really happy that things are going alright, and will pray that they continue to do so. Peach didn't you mention a massage therapist or something who used to be able to fix your back? He/she cannot cure it, or give some ideas as to what you can do to prevent it since you are convinced it is muscular?

    Pygmalion I love made up words, particularly ones that convey the character of what they are describing well, and wingapalooza does that really well.

    Monday a quiet day, but a good one with a lot of time spent outdoors in the balmy weather, soaking as much in for all the days I won't be able to do as much of the same. Night cha cha cha class.
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  11. cornutt

    cornutt Well-Known Member

    Sagitta, thank you very much. DW went to lunch with our instructor and spent the afternoon hanging around the studio. I picked her up on my way home from work. She's tired, but happy to have gotten out of the house for a while. BTW, I've always wanted to ask: did you take your screen name from the constellation? I ask because it's not a constellation that most people have heard of.

    Today was a weird day at work... there was an explosion in a building across the street from our building. It didn't damage the building, but we understand that one person was badly injured. We're still trying to find out what happened. One report we got said that he was doing something with ammonium perchlorate. That building has no labs certified for handing ammonium perchlorate, so if that's true, we don't know what he was doing. It's got everyone stirred up, because last year there was a large perchlorate explosion elsewhere on base that killed two people and leveled a building.
  12. j_alexandra

    j_alexandra Well-Known Member

    Last post was over a week ago; my very bad. Since then:

    Library got painted, rug bought and scheduled for delivery; sofabed bought and scheduled for delivery the day after rug delivery.
    Social things happened.
    Lessons happened.
    Theater happened.
    I had an actual date, y'know, with like, a person of the opposite sex, for purposes of getting to know each other. It went nowhere, but since it was the first date I've had since the late 1980s I think that's a win. Toe stuck in the water and all that.
    Much cooking and baking.
    Family stuff, including a visit from my nephew's son, who has not visited here in years; boy and dog BOND like KRAZYGLUE.


    Massive vertigo attack; TDNWMH
    Cancel ballet
    Do not cancel lesson; talk to Teach about the wonders of dancing as therapy for vertigo; lesson is magnificently helpful and vertigo nearly gone at end
    Home; buddy comes over for pot roast and Irish whiskey
    Another buddy and two of her friends come by for tea and coffee cake; her friends turn out to be terrific people and have much in common with my father, which is a good thing; any time he can meet new people to talk about Chinese porcelains, theater, books, etc, works for me
    Group class
    Phone call with dance buddy
  13. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Yesterday. Awake at 1:30-ish. Thinking in circles because of stress. Oh well, I decide to DF for a while to decompress.

    Not so much. DF is acting wonky and is incredibly slow and unresponsive. It takes me two hours to post either two or three things. Admittedly, one of the posts is pretty long (see YA Monday post above,) but still. Multiple time -out errors and just plain non-connections later, I give up, save the dang post in MS Word, and try to nap. TDNWMH. At. All. I understand that the new DF software is necessary for several reasons, but I have to go on record and say that it is getting on my nerves.

    Up late. Run around. Work.

    Check into DF to retrieve and paste/post my MS Word doc from last night, except I don't have to. Somehow, miraculously, my post uploaded, while I was asleep. Also miraculously, the last, best-edited (although not perfect) version of my post is the one that made it. And it didn't post in duplicate or triplicate. Much to be grateful for, methinks. :)

    Long staff meeting in which everyone seems to be talking at once, something I find rude in the extreme. Five-year-olds who are too excited to shut up? That I understand. But these people are in their thirties and forties, for the most part. And believe me when I tell you that there is nothing exciting on the agenda. This is ridiculous.

    Worka worka. Worka worka. Can't stand the uncommunicative nature of the company I'm working with. Seriously. It is SUCH a pain to be stuck between folks who share no information and folks who cannot (or perhaps refuse to) think independently in the absence of black and white certainty.

    Home. Pick DS up from his best friend's house. Am startled once again by his friend's gel-induced fake mohawk. (Thank goodness his Mom prohibited the actual haircut.)

    Home again, to more startlingly bad news. Sheesh. When does it end?

    Enjoy presidential debate. Both president-type-guys came with their A game, IMO. My kinda TV.

    Try to relax. Zzz.
  14. fascination

    fascination Site Moderator Staff Member

  15. Lioness

    Lioness Well-Known Member

    Isn't he the cutest thing ever!
  16. fascination

    fascination Site Moderator Staff Member

    thanks...I'm pretty sure of it :)
  17. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    I'm going to go with pretty much the cutest baby ever. :)
  18. j_alexandra

    j_alexandra Well-Known Member

    Even I think that's pretty cute.
  19. j_alexandra

    j_alexandra Well-Known Member


    Gyro! Teacher spent the weekend at a workshop with the founder of Gyro, and she has new material and must share; I may never recover
    Lesson, in which I do better than yesterday, yay me
    Receive a good talking-to, which goes better than I expected
    Rolfer, swooooooooonnnn
    Home for 5 minutes to eat a bit and try to re-hydrate, but a day with gyro, lesson, and rolfing leaves me with a serious water deficit; drink a liter of water at least
    Planning session with Blond German Friend; I have given up on looking decent for the day b/c I think I'm about to fall asleep on her floor, but the hydration kicks in, I wake up, and we move our planning session to a recently opened restaurant, which devolves into a 2-hour dinner, thank god at least one of us looks good, the owner/chef is friendly and flirtatious with her -- she's illegal attractive, I hate her -- dinner doesn't do much for either my feeble attempts at food intake control or wallet outgo control, but I enjoy anyway
    Home; watch 5 minutes of the debate and can't bear it; go to bed and watch Lie To Me on Netflix
  20. j_alexandra

    j_alexandra Well-Known Member


    Pry staples out of a hardwood floor for several hours
    Lesson, in which some material Teach has been trying to pound into my pathetically resistant, terminally blockheaded head, finally comes to pass, I see the light, we have illegal fun and for once, I don't feel like I'm hurting him while I do it
    Home; takeout Chinese for lunch b/c I know I'm about to spend the rest of the day refinishing the newly de-stapled hardwood floor, which has not been refinished since around 1935; massive food up front means a looooong time of energy
    A short while into floor work, adopt philosophy and just do the borders, b/c why mess with the area that's going under the new rug? Am pleased with results
    Watch a DVD that turns out to have been abused and spends much time skipping/stalling; must speak to library about this problem
    Finally fall asleep

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