Been too long…

Some people probably stopped checking my site. I’ve been tired, very very very tired. Doing my best to stay on top of things as best as possible in life. Except memorial day weekend, this weekend, I took the weekend off to relax and screw off. I played baldur’s gate most of the weekend.. and I won’t even go into the story of THAT installation. I’ll spare you.

Suffice it to say, thanks Scav for the torrent info (I needed to. The disks we BOUGHT were a faulty publish), cru for the advice on installation and patches, and me! (yeah me!) for my long-suffering patience.

So how did my weekend end? Stupidly. I was making a chicken-egg frittata. It requires you bake it in an oven-safe skillet for 20 mins or so at 425 degrees. So what did moron do? Moron GRABBED THE HANDLE. Yes folks, I now have a lovely second-degree burn on my left hand. Blisters, excrutiating pain, and leaving my hand in a bucket of water for 3 hours. Almost gave myself permanent tissue damage by using frozen peas until jarrod looked it up and found out how bad ice is for burns. I literally sat with my hand in a bucket of water for about 4 hours. I cannot describe the pain. It was worse than ANYTHING, literally ANYTHING, I’ve ever felt. Now my hand is mostly numb, it’s crumpled up and there’s cream on it that helps numb the pain. Touching the blisters is pure, unadulterated hell on earth. Jarrod was great about the whole thing and even ran out in the middle of the night to buy me burn cream. Not one complaint. He’s a good man.

So my job was supposed to be done and I was going to hand it over to Jordan, who needed the extra money, so I could have the extra time. But then she agrees and says oh, but I won’t be here next week. Uh, what? I thought the whole point was.. uh, never mind. Now I have to go into work and help Fernando catch up anyway, so much for my intentions of giving myself more time to study.

I had an excellent mediation on Thursday – I sat first chair. I got rated all 10’s. F was pleased (i’m sure you’re wondering why I refer to Fernando as F a lot and Jarrod as J. It’s not laziness. I’m just not sure how much I want to say about the two of them on a semi-public blog.. I need to get over that because it’s already too late). I just know I need to learn how to structure it better and he and I need to come to a better understanding of how we’re going to balance structure/understanding in a way that will help them get where they need to go, but actually GET them there and not just superficially. I know we both know that is the intended outcome, and as much as I know I need to structure things better, I also think we can’t skimp on the understanding.

Mom and Dawn have been fighting…as usual… this time over dawn spending money. I can see both sides and plan to stay out of it. One day I hope both of them resolve whatever issue is _really_ going on, cuz I sure as hell have no idea what it is.

Jarrod and I have been talking about our anniversary. Looks like we won’t have the cash to do anything nice. We’re going to be kinda strapped until end of August, when I get my first “real” paycheck (my job pays only monthly). Jarrod thinks we should plan something for then, September.. but I think the meaning will have worn off. We probably should just do dinner that night and think of something else romantic. I dunno.

Also went to a new doctor, Dr. Middler, who told me I have a goiter. I know my mother doesn’t have the patience to read this website so I’ll put it here at the risk of her reading it and flipping out. Frankly, a goiter has less than 5% chance of being cancer, and I have none of the cancerous symptoms. However, I do wheeze a lot and it’s kinda big, so later today when I call for my test results for TSH and all that fun and joy, he’ll probably make a recommendation for whether I go under the knife or not.

His theory is this- I got the hashimoto’s. Hashimotos made me fat. Fat made me pco and type 2 diabetic. Hashimotos is treated now, but the pco, diabetes and adrenal hyperplasia are making it nearly impossible for me to lose the fat. Losing the fat will make me lose the pco and diabetes. Therefore, we’ll put Karen on a 500 calorie a day diet under doctor supervision (parents, husband, many friends go.. um.. no f’ing way! bad idea!). Derek and Karen go… maybe….

This is all well and good, but I can’t afford the stupid diet shakes until September…

So.. the one topic I’ve been avoiding. The bar. Yeah, that. It’s um.. yeah, it’s um. I studied last week. Yeah. Will study again this week. Took the weekend off. Hate the bar. Will pass it though. Got a better handle on it. The plan is 3 essays a day while I’m off.

so.. there you have it.