Archive for November, 2009

Black Friday Shopping: not my moment of brilliance

For the first time ever in my 26 years of existence, I experienced Black Friday. To get up at 4am and go shopping on the day after Thanksgiving is quite possibly one of the worst ideas I have ever had. Ever. Why didn’t someone remind me that I hate crowds of people where I can’t move without bumping into someone? It’s the reason Mardi Gras on Bourbon scares me. But I woke up, put makeup on and drove to Wal-Mart to see about a new photo printer I had been keeping my eyes on. It was $10 cheaper than Best Buy and I thought I would see if it dropped even lower on Black Friday.

I arrived at Wal-Mart and didn’t have a problem finding a parking spot. I mean, I definitely parked in the South 40 but I did get a spot fairly fast. I walked in and there were already people in the express checkout lines, having gotten their deals. And what did they rush out to buy? Three flat screen TVs from some brand I have never heard of. Three. Is that really necessary people? Apparently so.

I weaved my way to electronics, which took a solid 15 minutes to make the 25 yard trek, and spied my photo printer. It went UP in price. Seriously?!?!

I turned around and walked out and was back asleep by 5:45 before going to work.

Get Meaningful Fridays #20 -Early Edition-

It seems to me that Friday’s installment of my ‘Get Meaningful’ series should be today, on Thanksgiving, so here is an early edition in honor of Turkey Day.

  • My family (obvi). But not just Mom, Dad, Joe and Ted, but alllllllllll my relatives, who I’m currently missing, as they enjoy Thanksgiving at Kevin & Dawn’s and Ted & Jodi’s on Saturday.
  • Thanksgiving dinner at the Dodd’s, dining with my old football coaches and their families. Thank you for including me in your holiday meal.
  • A glass of wine at PF Changs with friends after a long day
  • Skype. I haven’t used it yet but I downloaded it so we’ll see.
  • Football on Thanksgiving.
  • The all-day crop I’m attending at the new scrapbook store on the Westbank on Saturday. Can.not.wait.

Happy Thanksgiving and I hope everyone has full bellies!

Get Meaningful Fridays #19

  • Pain pills
  • Having a cool boss who, despite his jokes, helped tremendously. In his defense, the jokes were funny, I was just in too much pain to appreciate them
  • Pain pills
  • Did I mention pain pills?

Immobilized

Wednesday was not an awesome day. Thursday was marginally better and today….well, today is still up for grabs. The reason Wednesday wasn’t awesome, downright atrocious, in fact, was because I tweaked my back something fierce and I haven’t ever experienced such acute pain in my life.

It started out at the warehouse where I was returning a case that had been mis-shipped. I have picked up many cases of wine in my time, this was no different, except this time, I got the case up about 3 inches before I froze in pain. A co-worker was also at the warehouse, parked in front of me and saw me stop dead in my tracks, balancing the case on the edge of my car. He grabbed it while I tried to process what had just happened. The pain was so fierce my eyes started to water but I thought maybe I just needed to stretch it out/walk if off. That plan failed. Miserably.

Something in the middle of my lower back was knocked off kilter but I thought maybe it was a knot that needed to be worked out but alas, as I got in my car to leave, it got worse. By the time I met my boss, the words “we have a problem” were uttered through tears of pain.

I distinctly remember having a conversation with him when I first started in which he asked me if I was a crier. I vehemently told him no, I definitely do not cry in public. Come to find out, I lied. Sorry Mike.

A trip to the doctor ensued where they gave me really good pills that knocked me out so I wouldn’t have to feel the excruciating pain that was slowly taking over my lower core.

I should take a moment to comment on the fact that my boss was pretty cool through the whole thing. He chauffeured me to the ensuing trip to the doctor’s office and filled out all the paper work for me then shuttled me home and made sure I was settled. He tried to tell me jokes, which ironically, made me hurt more because did you know that when you laugh, you use your whole core? Yea, you definitely do. I haven’t even sneezed properly since this incident for fear of sharp pain and my back locking up again.

So I got home around 3:15 and realized I was still in my work clothes aka not comfy clothes. So I figured I would make my way to bathroom to get my sweats on. It took me 45 minutes to get from the couch to on all fours in front of the couch. No joke. That trip was preceded by just breaking down and sobbing, partially due to the sheer frustration of not being mobile but mostly because it freakin’ HURT. It was not one of my finer moments. I’m really glad my neighbor wasn’t home to hear the groans of pain that came with every move I made.

Once I clawed (literally) my way to the back of my apartment, I couldn’t figure out how to contort my body in order to get pants on. I leaned in the bathroom for another solid 30 minutes trying to figure out how to make this happen, starting, then immediately stopping when my back spasm-ed, taking deep breaths that was similar to what I can only assume would be Lamaze breathing techniques.

Sleeping was a neat trick the past couple nights too. I am a stomach sleeper, only during this pain extravaganza, being on my stomach bent my back in an uncomfortable position so that was out. I tried my side, which was fine once I actually got into position. But there was no rolling over. The first night, if I wanted to change positions, I actually had to haul myself out of bed and take a different angle getting into bed. It was slightly absurd but I couldn’t move in bed.

Fast forward to today, in which my boss came to pick me up and take to the doctor (since my car was still on some side street Uptown where I had to leave it since I was unable to drive). The doctor told me to stay on my meds and to come back on Monday. I’m still incredibly sore but I have more movement than I did, which is a plus since I’m running out of food.

In conclusion, I do not recommend hurting your back. It’s the worst pain. Ever.

A bright spot in my day

This website (props to my girls at the winery for inadvertently introducing me)

Enjoy.