Elloh ladies and gents.
I hope you are all having a splendid week thus far.
If you recall from a prior post, this last weekend Denver and I went to his family's annual ward campout. We had a grand ol time despite the few roadblocks it took to get there.
There were literally roadblocks.
There was a bicyclist event going on Saturday morning so they had a large chunk of Springville’s roads blocked off and the roads we had to detour on were under massive construction- so that was a bit of a pain.
I’m getting ahead of myself, though. To begin with- we were able to smoothly check in at the local Days Inn and we stopped by Wal Mart to grab a few things before heading up the canyon. By the time we got around all of the roadblocks and through the dirt road construction- it started POURING rain. The car was literally booming it was raining so hard… And of course neither of us had jackets with us. I made Denver turn around and go back to Wal Mart where we could pick up some $10 jackets and an umbrella.
Of course by the time we got back to Wal Mart it had stopped raining… Why not, right? We figured if we abandoned the mission the rain would pick right back up, so we still went in and got some. (The best part to that is that we both already own the exact same $10 zip up hoodies we got there. So now we have doubles…)
By the time we made it back to where we turned around it was much later than we wanted it to be. OH WELL. Not everything turns out the way you plan. We kept on truckin.
We were going off of the vague directions Denver’s mother had emailed us a week prior, and although we had gone up to the same area last year, we were not really recognizing the drive. At some point we were supposed to come up on a “stone monument thing,” “before or after” the golf course and having to stay to the right when coming up on a fork in the road, bla bla bla. They were confusing directions, to say the least.
We passed the golf course, never having seen a monument or an obvious fork in the road. We waited and waited for the fork to come up, and when it did, we of course stayed to the right.
Well about two miles down that road we were stopped by a gate revealing a mansion behind it. Goodbye road? Where were we? I turned Garmin (our GPS) and the road we were on was not even on the map… So we turned around and headed back.
When we got back to the fork Denver proceeded to go the other way, assuming we took the wrong fork. The problem with this scenario is that the paved road disappeared… We ended up on a dirt road, but we kept going because Garmin was showing a fork in the road up ahead. (Granted that was a few miles up ahead and I do not know why it hadn’t crossed out minds that we never had to take a dirt road to get there last summer…)
By the time we reached the fork in the dirt road (that was far too bouncy for Denver’s 2007 Passat he’s owned for about two months) I chimed in saying we should stick to the left. The map on Garmin showed that both roads eventually met back up together a mile or two down. The road to the left was a straight shot and the road to the right was all sorts of winding and did a lot of back tracking. Denver was all too frustrated by this point and ignored my thoughts on the situation. To the right we went.
Boy was that a mistake… Our dirt road that already had Denver furious became a four wheeling trail that was too narrow to allow us to turn around and go back. We had no choice but to proceed.
I kept my mouth shut for the most part after this point. That or I was holding my hands over it because I was so scared of the looming rocks we were rolling over at 4 miles an hour for the next 40 minutes… At one point we reached a turn so sharp that the foliage on the sides of the “road” were scraping the underside of the car… It was at that bend though that the entire canyon was presented to us with the sun setting, casting stretched out rays and shadows straight towards us.
It really was astounding. I appreciated the fact that we would not have been able to see that view from anywhere else but that bend on that four wheeling path at that moment.
I tried to lighten Denver’s mood by having him look at the view and feel the same way I was. He looked out the window for about a quarter of a second (I don’t even think he looked- I think he just turned his head quickly) and said, “Cool.” It might have- no- it would have worked if we were in my old Nissan. As it was, he was about to lose his hair over the potential damage this was wreaking on his baby.
Right after we made it around that nasty corner, a dear came darting across the path right in front of us. It was one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. It was incredible how effortless it made ascending the steep mountainside look. I looked over at Denver exclaiming the awesomeness of what just happened and noticed his hand was over his heart. All he could think of was the fact that it came so close to his car. I’m not sure what exactly about gave him the heart attack- it’s not like we were going fast enough to even tip the dear over and I doubt it would have jumped onto the car if we’d been in its way. Actually… Maybe it would have. Either way- his reaction was a riot.
Once we finally met back up with the other road we took the straight road back down. Although this one was straight- it was pretty steep compared to the other. We continued at our five miles per hour pace with Denver grumbling the entire way.
We were more than thankful once we got back to the paved road and could pick up some speed. Only now Denver was so frustrated he felt it necessary to speed. This was part because of how slow he’d been forced to go for the last hour and part because we were running so late for the campout. There was no phone signal so he assumed he mother was assuming the worst. I had to remind him of the apparent dear nearby and the amount of damage it would do to his car if we hit one going as fast as we were. This immediately slowed him down. (Never mind our safety- I just have to remind him of his precious car and he’ll listen. Men…)
We decided to head all the way back down to the golf course and we eventually saw what appeared to be a “stone monument thing” that in no way stood out as a monument. I saw the thing on our way up and thought nothing of it.
We met up with the group and chowed down on some delicious chili. Denver calmed down and we played card games with his family and friends.
The night took a turn for the better, and can I just say thank goodness for that?
The next day Denver got his fill of Frisbee football and I got to take plenty of pictures of the scenery and a couple of the adorable girls that were there. I’ll be sure to post them as soon as I can (which will honestly not be for a few days).
**On a side note- I’d like to send a blog-o-sphere shout out to Jackie and Brenton- our lovely neighbors who so kindly took care of Rosco in our absence. From the sound of it our seven month old pup had a hard time sleeping without us there. They tried to leave him at our place in familiar surroundings, but he barked and barked for far too long. They could hear him from outside and they were afraid a tired neighbor might call the cops if it kept up. They decided to move him into their place for the night- placing his kennel in the same location we have it at home where he could see they were right there. Apparently this did not quite do the trick. He whined off and on all night, not knowing why he was there or where we were.
Let’s just say they were pretty tired by the time we saw them around five that afternoon.
We may not have a puppy sitter in the future now, but we sure did appreciate their help on this trip!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Mouse Hunt
One day a few weeks ago, Denver and I watched the mice at Petco running relentlessly in the exercise wheels.
I wanted one.
Denver would never have it.
(My stubborn boyfriend of 2+ years would never admit to anyone his fear of rodents, but we all know it’s there.)
Like a disappointed child, I moped through the rest of the store, wishing I could take one of the mice home with me.
Another day when I returned to get Rosco some much needed dog food, I stopped again to watch the mice.
Can you guess what happened next?
I chose the cutest, most unique female mouse available. She was black with a big, white spot on her back. She was kind of lazy, but that was alright. I hoped that would lessen Denver’s anger when he saw her…
It definitely did not. When he saw the cardboard Petco box that contained the mouse he flipped… He was not happy with me in the least, but I was having a grand ol time with the mouse I dubbed Bella so he would have to put up with her for a few days. (I had no clue what I was going to do with her at the end of those few days… I knew I could not keep her, but I also didn’t want to send her to an early death…)
I played with her constantly. I converted a shoe box to house her. It had a treat bar in it, apple slices to munch on, and paper towel tubes for her to play in (and she did). I’d hold her and let her walk around on the floor, careful to keep her in reaching distance.
Rosco was scared to death of Bella. When he first saw her, he literally went out of his way to walk the perimeter of the room to stay as far away as possible from her. After a while he would try to muster up the courage to sniff and investigate the foreign creature, but he was still extremely jumpy and distrusting.
As it turned out, Justin-the-roommate was also very not okay with me bringing a mouse into our home. I did my best to keep her out of his sight afraid he would step on her if he had the chance…
One day when Denver and I returned home and I went to check on her, she was gone. She was not in her cardboard playhouse. I instantly accused Justin out loud assuming he assassinated my new pet. Immediately following my indictment I noticed a hole in the box that had not been there before… The little bugger chewed her way out. (I thought she was happy… sniffle sniffle)
At this point Denver had reached a whole new level of anger… Not only had I brought a mouse into his home, but now it was on the loose… We had no idea how long she had been free or any clue as to where she could be. All we could do was wait for a hint.
We decided to not tell the roommate. Denver loves me so he couldn’t harm me, despite his antagonizing desire to at that moment. Justin owes me no such kindness and he tends to be over dramatic in certain situations… We just hoped we would find her first.
Well. A solid week went by and we had seen no sign of Bella. My family told us she must have escaped the apartment and was now running free or being eaten by a house cat.
We relieved ourselves the worry of her running amuck in our apartment and agreed with their assumptions.
A few days later while Justin was digging around in the pantry looking for something to eat, he noticed a mess on the floor. I had a bag of potting soil- the expensive Miracle Grow type- on the floor and there was a massive hole near the bottom of it. There were inches of Miracle Grow covering the floor of the pantry… He soon noticed the same with a bag of flour and the pancake mix… He immediately knew a mouse must have wrought the damage and yelled for Denver to come take a peak.
Denver came back to me just glaring while he explained the situation. I was a little scared of him at that moment. I was also afraid Justin was going to be fuming, now aware that my mouse was free.
I started cleaning the pantry floor immediately when he said, “This is all Carrie’s fault,” I interrupted him apologizing profusely but he continued, “her mouse must have invited all of her little mouse friends to come here too!” He said all of this in a rather lighthearted, chipper attitude. I realized at this point that he had no clue that it was in fact my mouse that did this. He had yet to ask us even where Bella was or what we’d done with her- and he hadn’t seen her in over a week….
I allowed this to proceed. I never confirmed nor denied it was my mouse because he was not asking or assuming and I saw no point in spoiling his unusually good attitude. (This increased my fear of him finding her first...)
We continued to clean the entire living room and kitchen, confirming she was nowhere in sight. We would have to continue the mouse hunt later.
Later that evening while Denver and I were sitting in the darkened living room watching a movie I saw her little shadow dart across the floor from the coat closet to behind the TV.
“THERE SHE IS! I SAW BELLA! SHE’S BEHIND THE TV!”
And so the hunt began.
Denver and I equipped ourselves with flashlights and bowls to trap the mouse. We discovered she’d slipped under a door into the water heater closet. We then spent the next two hours trying to trap Bella, but she chose the best place to hide considering neither of us could reach her, though we could easily see her.
Justin came home to the living room being torn apart again and realized we’d cornered Bella. He jumped in, trying to scare the mouse out of the closet towards one of the two doors where Denver and I were stationed, waiting to catch her.
She was a patient one, that Bella. She waited and waited until she could dart my way, escaping my fumbling, unexpecting hands and slipped right under the door into my bedroom.
This was a dreaded move considering all of the nooks and crannies she could hide within my bedroom… Thankfully she relocated under the dresser where we could still see her and where we could more easily reach her.
Denver and Justin did their best to scare her out my way, and sure enough, she panicked and came running straight towards me.
(At this point Justin was putting two and two together having seen her familiar coloring... Of course I had to get the most unique looking mouse available...)
Screaming from the intensity of it all, I caught her in my hands and went running for the front door.
Denver and Justin both wanted to stomp the innocent creature to death, so I ran outside barefoot, down the stairs and headed towards the pond holding Bella by her tail.
Both Justin and Denver were right on my heels, gaining speed faster than I was. Just as Justin was about to catch up to me I threw Bella at the last moment onto the lawn.
It was dark at this time so there was no chance of either of them tracking her down.
They were disappointed she got to continure to live, but they were more than relieved that she was no longer in our home, so we all walked back together, laughing the fiasco off.
She’ll probably serve as a meal for one of the wandering house cats in the complex, but at least this way I can hope she is ok and at least not smooshed into the ground.
I'd say the investment was worth the excitement; (though the two fradey-cats I live with would strongly disagree :D)
I wanted one.
Denver would never have it.
(My stubborn boyfriend of 2+ years would never admit to anyone his fear of rodents, but we all know it’s there.)
Like a disappointed child, I moped through the rest of the store, wishing I could take one of the mice home with me.
Another day when I returned to get Rosco some much needed dog food, I stopped again to watch the mice.
Can you guess what happened next?
I chose the cutest, most unique female mouse available. She was black with a big, white spot on her back. She was kind of lazy, but that was alright. I hoped that would lessen Denver’s anger when he saw her…
It definitely did not. When he saw the cardboard Petco box that contained the mouse he flipped… He was not happy with me in the least, but I was having a grand ol time with the mouse I dubbed Bella so he would have to put up with her for a few days. (I had no clue what I was going to do with her at the end of those few days… I knew I could not keep her, but I also didn’t want to send her to an early death…)
I played with her constantly. I converted a shoe box to house her. It had a treat bar in it, apple slices to munch on, and paper towel tubes for her to play in (and she did). I’d hold her and let her walk around on the floor, careful to keep her in reaching distance.
Rosco was scared to death of Bella. When he first saw her, he literally went out of his way to walk the perimeter of the room to stay as far away as possible from her. After a while he would try to muster up the courage to sniff and investigate the foreign creature, but he was still extremely jumpy and distrusting.
As it turned out, Justin-the-roommate was also very not okay with me bringing a mouse into our home. I did my best to keep her out of his sight afraid he would step on her if he had the chance…
One day when Denver and I returned home and I went to check on her, she was gone. She was not in her cardboard playhouse. I instantly accused Justin out loud assuming he assassinated my new pet. Immediately following my indictment I noticed a hole in the box that had not been there before… The little bugger chewed her way out. (I thought she was happy… sniffle sniffle)
At this point Denver had reached a whole new level of anger… Not only had I brought a mouse into his home, but now it was on the loose… We had no idea how long she had been free or any clue as to where she could be. All we could do was wait for a hint.
We decided to not tell the roommate. Denver loves me so he couldn’t harm me, despite his antagonizing desire to at that moment. Justin owes me no such kindness and he tends to be over dramatic in certain situations… We just hoped we would find her first.
Well. A solid week went by and we had seen no sign of Bella. My family told us she must have escaped the apartment and was now running free or being eaten by a house cat.
We relieved ourselves the worry of her running amuck in our apartment and agreed with their assumptions.
A few days later while Justin was digging around in the pantry looking for something to eat, he noticed a mess on the floor. I had a bag of potting soil- the expensive Miracle Grow type- on the floor and there was a massive hole near the bottom of it. There were inches of Miracle Grow covering the floor of the pantry… He soon noticed the same with a bag of flour and the pancake mix… He immediately knew a mouse must have wrought the damage and yelled for Denver to come take a peak.
Denver came back to me just glaring while he explained the situation. I was a little scared of him at that moment. I was also afraid Justin was going to be fuming, now aware that my mouse was free.
I started cleaning the pantry floor immediately when he said, “This is all Carrie’s fault,” I interrupted him apologizing profusely but he continued, “her mouse must have invited all of her little mouse friends to come here too!” He said all of this in a rather lighthearted, chipper attitude. I realized at this point that he had no clue that it was in fact my mouse that did this. He had yet to ask us even where Bella was or what we’d done with her- and he hadn’t seen her in over a week….
I allowed this to proceed. I never confirmed nor denied it was my mouse because he was not asking or assuming and I saw no point in spoiling his unusually good attitude. (This increased my fear of him finding her first...)
We continued to clean the entire living room and kitchen, confirming she was nowhere in sight. We would have to continue the mouse hunt later.
Later that evening while Denver and I were sitting in the darkened living room watching a movie I saw her little shadow dart across the floor from the coat closet to behind the TV.
“THERE SHE IS! I SAW BELLA! SHE’S BEHIND THE TV!”
And so the hunt began.
Denver and I equipped ourselves with flashlights and bowls to trap the mouse. We discovered she’d slipped under a door into the water heater closet. We then spent the next two hours trying to trap Bella, but she chose the best place to hide considering neither of us could reach her, though we could easily see her.
Justin came home to the living room being torn apart again and realized we’d cornered Bella. He jumped in, trying to scare the mouse out of the closet towards one of the two doors where Denver and I were stationed, waiting to catch her.
She was a patient one, that Bella. She waited and waited until she could dart my way, escaping my fumbling, unexpecting hands and slipped right under the door into my bedroom.
This was a dreaded move considering all of the nooks and crannies she could hide within my bedroom… Thankfully she relocated under the dresser where we could still see her and where we could more easily reach her.
Denver and Justin did their best to scare her out my way, and sure enough, she panicked and came running straight towards me.
(At this point Justin was putting two and two together having seen her familiar coloring... Of course I had to get the most unique looking mouse available...)
Screaming from the intensity of it all, I caught her in my hands and went running for the front door.
Denver and Justin both wanted to stomp the innocent creature to death, so I ran outside barefoot, down the stairs and headed towards the pond holding Bella by her tail.
Both Justin and Denver were right on my heels, gaining speed faster than I was. Just as Justin was about to catch up to me I threw Bella at the last moment onto the lawn.
It was dark at this time so there was no chance of either of them tracking her down.
They were disappointed she got to continure to live, but they were more than relieved that she was no longer in our home, so we all walked back together, laughing the fiasco off.
She’ll probably serve as a meal for one of the wandering house cats in the complex, but at least this way I can hope she is ok and at least not smooshed into the ground.
I'd say the investment was worth the excitement; (though the two fradey-cats I live with would strongly disagree :D)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Things I'm excited for.
So.
A few things on the docket.
Coming up, Denver's family's going to this annual campout in Springville.
Last year we went up for half a day to hang out, but that was it.
This year, we're getting to go overnight..
I'm pretty excited.
They have a bunch of games going-
Denver's excited for the frisbee football. I'm excited for the human slingshot.
What's a human slingshot you ask? Probably not what you're imagining.
What I am referring to is a massive band of stretchy fabric that you get 4 people to stand on the inside of and make a square. The two people facing each other runs across the way to the other side and pushes as far as they can while the other two do the same, bouncing all 4 people like balls in pinball machine.
It gets pretty intense.
Last year we went up for half a day to hang out, but that was it.
This year, we're getting to go overnight..
I'm pretty excited.
They have a bunch of games going-
Denver's excited for the frisbee football. I'm excited for the human slingshot.
What's a human slingshot you ask? Probably not what you're imagining.
What I am referring to is a massive band of stretchy fabric that you get 4 people to stand on the inside of and make a square. The two people facing each other runs across the way to the other side and pushes as far as they can while the other two do the same, bouncing all 4 people like balls in pinball machine.
It gets pretty intense.
We're not going to be camping out, however. We can't have our own tent because it's a church function and we are sinners who live together unwed, you see. We could stay in his mom's tent, but considering I generally only get one night a week with him (he works nights) I do not feel like spending his vaca time snoozing in between his mom and his twin sister. I would like to be snuggled up next to my sweetie.
So I booked a room at the Days Inn 15 minutes away.
This did/does not please Mama Jensen- but that's ok.
She'll still be happy we're making the effort to come out for more than an evening.
Upon reserving the room at the brand new Days Inn in Springville I realized that this will be his and my's first time staying in a plain ol hotel room together.
We've gone on plenty of trips together, but they've always been in houses or tents.
There was one time that we stayed at Anniversary Inn- but our room was a train car.
That hardly counts.
I'm oddly excited. Even though we will be arriving there late and leaving ever so early- it shall still be soemthing new, and I welcome it. :)
Funniest part to the entire fiasco is that I just NOW thought of Rosco- a week after reserving the hotel room. And wondered what teh heck we are going to do with him.
We can't take him to the campout- that is for sure.
I thought about my options.
Which I then discovered were pretty bleak.
Then a picture of my lovely neighbor and dear friend popped into my head.
Jackie!
I've known Jackie for quite a while.
We became friends in 7th grade, which was 8 years ago.
We went to different high schools and didn't get to see each other very much for a while there, but now we happen to live in the same apartment complex in buildings facing each other. We can literally stand on our patio and look out towards theirs (she's married, btw).
It's been refreshing to be able to catch up with her and keep in touch. We go to lunch together almost on a weekly basis and I feed her beta fish when they go out of town.
This brought me to the beautiful realization that, if they're up to it, I could just give them a key to the place for the two days and they could take him out every now and then for walks and food and potty breaks.
What a convenience considering they're about our only option.
She's pretty excited to be able to play with the pup, so it all works out.
Yippee!!
On an earlier note- I was surfing Etsy this morning and came across this lovely shop.
This woman makes adorable vintage-looking jewelry and I adored her earrings.
This means something coming from the gal who owns about 3 pairs of earrings as is... (that were all gifts. :)
I ended up buying these two pairs:
I easily could have spent hundreds of dollars on this woman's jewelry.
I'm still finding items to add to my wish list...
Antother day.
So. I'm hoping they look as cute in person as they are in these pictures. :)
That's the tip top surface of my life right now.
I hope everyone else is doing well.
Go on a vacation.
Summer's almost over.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Mom & Carrie's Day Out
So for my Mom's birthday a few too many weeks ago, I promised her I would take her to lunch one of these Saturdays when my Dad worked- just the 2 of us.
Today that day finally came.
Only thing was, we didn't go to lunch.
I took her to the farmers market instead.
This turned out to be way more fun.
One of my favorite things about the farmers market downtown is the array of people to watch. It's astounding how many people flock ot this Saturday morning, summer event.
All colors.
All ages.
All languages.
And they all being their dogs, too.
Which are also fun to watch.
I wish I had brought my camera to take pictures...
They sell everything at the farmers market downtown.
Everything.
Produce.
Pastries.
Jewelry.
Clothing.
Art.
Stationary.
Infant accessories.
Crafty hair pins and bands.
Plants.
Purses.
Everything.
There are also musicians every so often throught it for entertainment.
I got my mother and I two yuuuuuumy pastries to split.
They were delicious.
There were all kinds if tents there, one in particular struck our fnacy.
This couple was selling the neatest plants.
We originally went over to it because Denver has been wanting a desk plant, so I thought I'd see if there was anything there for him.
We ended up walking away with a plant for him, and one each of ourselves. :)
Today that day finally came.
Only thing was, we didn't go to lunch.
I took her to the farmers market instead.
This turned out to be way more fun.
One of my favorite things about the farmers market downtown is the array of people to watch. It's astounding how many people flock ot this Saturday morning, summer event.
All colors.
All ages.
All languages.
And they all being their dogs, too.
Which are also fun to watch.
I wish I had brought my camera to take pictures...
They sell everything at the farmers market downtown.
Everything.
Produce.
Pastries.
Jewelry.
Clothing.
Art.
Stationary.
Infant accessories.
Crafty hair pins and bands.
Plants.
Purses.
Everything.
There are also musicians every so often throught it for entertainment.
This guy was pretty rad:
I have never seen such an instrument before. It had such a gorgeous sound to it. He was selling cd's that I considered getting for my sister for her yoga classes. :)
I got my mother and I two yuuuuuumy pastries to split.
They were delicious.
There were all kinds if tents there, one in particular struck our fnacy.
This couple was selling the neatest plants.
We originally went over to it because Denver has been wanting a desk plant, so I thought I'd see if there was anything there for him.
We ended up walking away with a plant for him, and one each of ourselves. :)
Here's Denver's. It's an aloe plant. Manly, right? :)
My Mother's:
Who is currently pregnant-
With twins.
And here's mine:
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Sick Days Are the Worst
My apartment should be quarantined. All 3, Denver, Justin, and me have been sick. Denver had some flu bug that kept him home 4/5 work nights last week. Justin's had some sore throat and cough since mid last week. I was doomed between the 2 of them. Sure enough, Monday night it all went downhill.
Shortly after I got home from work, my throat felt as though I'd screamed and damaged it. That feeling continued to worsen and within a few hours I couldn't drink a glass of lemonade without cringing from the pain. By bedtime my throat was absolutely killing me. My head was throbbing and my body was completely stripped of all remaining energy. I cought whatever Justin had. He gave me the remainder of his medications he was taking for it. The Robitussin was/is amazing. That stuff is wonderful on the razor blade-lined throat. He also gave me a few tablets of something else he said was really helping him. I took them and went to bed.
I did not go to sleep, however.
My heart was going crazy all night. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep through the pounding heart beats. By 3:30, I called my boss hoping to leave her a voicemail. I was praying I would eventually fall asleep and I didn't want to have to worry about waking back up to call in sick.
Of course she answered. I was pretty stinking embarrased to not only have woken her up at 3:30 a.m.- but that she answered. I would ignore any call from anyone else but Denver at 3:30 in the morning.
She sounded suprised by the sound of my voice, which sounded nothing like me.
I explained to her that I was feeling awful and had been completely unable to sleep. There was no way I would be able to come into work that morning.
At 4 am I took some more Robitussin and finally crashed. Denver got home at 7. I'm not sure when he came to bed. I do know I slept with him until 5 pm that evening though. All I could do was sleep.
My mom called me to see how I was doing, concerned about the heart racing. I figured it was just part of the bug that was getting to me, but she told me to check out the medications I was taking. The Robitussen had no heart warnings. The other tablets I took before going to bed the night before, however, did. In bold, "Caution: Usage of this medication may cause increased heart rate." You don't say?!? Especially if your heart's already sensitive to such episodes... I felt pretty silly for not having read that before taking it. At least I only took one dose..
I ended up calling in sick the next day. Justin did too. All 3 residents were home, either sleeping or watching tv.
Sick days are horrible.
You can't enjoy the time off work because you feel like crap.
You're bored out of your mind, but you're body's not up to doing anything.
You lose your appeteit, making you feel worse throughout the day.
You wear the same outfit throughout both of the days you stay home from work...
Everything is exhausting.
You're so unfocused and drowsy that you leave your purse at the food establishment you had to force feed youself...
And even though you're still so tired on the third day and all you want to do is cat-nap and re-establish a routine, you know you're too needed at work to stay home again.
Is it Friday yet?
ugh.
Shortly after I got home from work, my throat felt as though I'd screamed and damaged it. That feeling continued to worsen and within a few hours I couldn't drink a glass of lemonade without cringing from the pain. By bedtime my throat was absolutely killing me. My head was throbbing and my body was completely stripped of all remaining energy. I cought whatever Justin had. He gave me the remainder of his medications he was taking for it. The Robitussin was/is amazing. That stuff is wonderful on the razor blade-lined throat. He also gave me a few tablets of something else he said was really helping him. I took them and went to bed.
I did not go to sleep, however.
My heart was going crazy all night. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep through the pounding heart beats. By 3:30, I called my boss hoping to leave her a voicemail. I was praying I would eventually fall asleep and I didn't want to have to worry about waking back up to call in sick.
Of course she answered. I was pretty stinking embarrased to not only have woken her up at 3:30 a.m.- but that she answered. I would ignore any call from anyone else but Denver at 3:30 in the morning.
She sounded suprised by the sound of my voice, which sounded nothing like me.
I explained to her that I was feeling awful and had been completely unable to sleep. There was no way I would be able to come into work that morning.
At 4 am I took some more Robitussin and finally crashed. Denver got home at 7. I'm not sure when he came to bed. I do know I slept with him until 5 pm that evening though. All I could do was sleep.
My mom called me to see how I was doing, concerned about the heart racing. I figured it was just part of the bug that was getting to me, but she told me to check out the medications I was taking. The Robitussen had no heart warnings. The other tablets I took before going to bed the night before, however, did. In bold, "Caution: Usage of this medication may cause increased heart rate." You don't say?!? Especially if your heart's already sensitive to such episodes... I felt pretty silly for not having read that before taking it. At least I only took one dose..
I ended up calling in sick the next day. Justin did too. All 3 residents were home, either sleeping or watching tv.
Sick days are horrible.
You can't enjoy the time off work because you feel like crap.
You're bored out of your mind, but you're body's not up to doing anything.
You lose your appeteit, making you feel worse throughout the day.
You wear the same outfit throughout both of the days you stay home from work...
Everything is exhausting.
You're so unfocused and drowsy that you leave your purse at the food establishment you had to force feed youself...
And even though you're still so tired on the third day and all you want to do is cat-nap and re-establish a routine, you know you're too needed at work to stay home again.
Is it Friday yet?
ugh.
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