cake or death?

If only all our choices were so easy.

So, I was asked and decided to agree to working a few shifts for the retail outlet I used to work for. I went back and forth about the decision; I’m still not thrilled with the way the store manager handled my request for accommodation during a flare, but without that job last year, I’m not sure how the mister and I would have made ends meet. I felt we parted ways on a bad note, but if there’s anything this economy has taught me, it’s this: Don’t burn bridges. You never know when you might need someone’s help in a way you’d never counted on.

I also remember how amazing my old manager at my old store was during my first flare, scheduling me for shorter shifts, allowing me longer breaks and being so flexible with scheduling. So I know the way my current manager reacted isn’t a company-wide thing. I still feel grateful enough to her and the way she handled the time being my first symptoms and getting put on Humira for the first time and beginning to feel better that it’s transferring itself just a little bit to my current score.

So, like I said, I went back for just a few shifts over the holiday season. In return, I get the awesome discount through the end of December. (Score!) Yesterday, I worked my first shift, a short one. Today, I was scheduled for a much longer one and oh my goodness, am I ever feeling it now. I’m sore all over, and I’d like nothing more than to lay in a tub filled with Icy Hot, drinking some delicious hot tea.

In the meantime, sitting here wrapped in fleece with my cat purring away and giving me a mini-massage is a close second.

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belly ache

A Westclox Big Ben Clock

Image via Wikipedia

It’s not often that after a rough day, I’m given exactly what I need to feel better. But let me rewind a bit. Monday night, before I went to sleep, instead of the muscle relaxant I take to help me sleep, I took half a pain pill (Darvocet, this time), hoping it would give me the pain relief without the side effects. Instead, I woke up Tuesday morning in an incredible amount of pain and stiffer than I am most mornings.I thought that would be the end of it, but I was wrong again.

About 10 hours in to what turned out to be a 15-hour day (9 a.m until 12 a.m.), the lightheaded-ness that had plagued me all day turned into nausea and then the, uh, natural outcome of nausea. I struggled through the next few hours and finally made it home around 12:40. When I finally fell asleep around 2 a.m., I was not looking forward to Wednesday. But, around 5:30 a.m., my husband woke me up because he had an awful migraine and wanted me to send out an e-mail to his students canceling class. After I did that, I e-mailed my big boss (the boss above my editor) to let him know I would not be in.

And then my husband and I slept until 12:30 p.m. and would have slept longer had I not needed to feed the cat and the dog.

It. Was. Awesome.

Even though I spent most of the rest of today trying to eat enough so that I didn’t feel nauseated but not so much that I threw it all back up (MAN, was I wishing for some ginger Gravol!), it was really nice to be able to spend a day with the mister and the “kids.”

So, thanks, incredible sensitivity to pain meds for giving me a day to hang out with my family.

to brighten your day

My cat, Remy, has hit upon a new game she likes to play. After we shut her up in the office for the night (since she has a rather unhealthy tendency to chew on wires) but before we head into our room to go to sleep, she’ll stick her tail out under the door in the hopes that one of us (OK, me) will try to grab at it. When we (I) do, her little paws will shoot out and try to play with our hands.

It’s quite adorable, actually.

So, the other day, I decided to set my camera down while she was doing it, and this is the result. It certainly brightened my evening when I saw it. Hopefully, it will do the same for you.