having the flu as an adult is the pits. i recently had a flu experience like none other. the last time i was this sick was on thanksgiving a few years ago. it was so bad i missed black friday shopping with the girls and i lost 8 pounds in 4 days. great weight loss program if you don't mind a raw butt from endless crapping and constant heartburn from throwing up repeatedly. if i had my choice i would rather starve myself and be amped up on diet pills than endure that again.
anyway, this whole thing started on a thursday. it was my time to bring lunch in for the office. i made a pesto chicken recipe that i had been wanting to try but didn't want to try out on my kids. i felt fine when i woke up, but once i got to work i could feel something coming on. by the time lunch rolled around, i felt like a giant sand worm was trying to climb out of my stomach through my throat. there was something coming but still trying to wiggle its way to the surface.
the boss man is always very excited for lunch on thursday. he came bounding down the hall exclaiming "lunch time!" with a sour look on my face i came out of my office to explain what lunch was and that i wasn't going to be eating it. the conversation went like this:
me: enjoy. i'm not eating that.
boss man: is there something wrong with it?
me: nope, i just can't eat it.
boss man: why?
me: i will puke if i eat that.
boss man: are you sure there's nothing wrong with it?
me: no, i just don't feel good. i don't want to risk it.
feeling brave, the office dished up lunch and headed for the break room. i joined them, pushed away from the table, holding down the sand worm. as lunch continued the boss man kept commenting on how my skin was getting paler and lobbing your typical puke jokes across the table at me. i can't remember any of them now, but i was a good sport and laughed. towards the end of lunch, i leaped out of my chair and raced down the hall to the restroom. needless to say i was sent home.
by the time i made it home, i was shaking uncontrollably, my whole entire body hurt, i had the chills, a headache and a fever. i still hadn't dislodged the sand worm, it was still working its way up my esophagus. i decided to change out of my work clothes into my cozies. i realized i had to use the restroom so into my little bathroom i headed. on my way there the urge to pee was getting stronger, but before i could get there i peed all over myself.
as soon as i started peeing, i was trying to stop midstream, because i wasn't at the potty yet. however, i couldn't stop. what the heck? since when can't i control my bodily functions? aren't i too young for these types of problems? i don't want to have to start wearing adult diapers!
so not only do i feel terrible, and getting worse by the moment, but my sand worm is still lodged in my throat, i have a puddle to clean up, and i need to take a shower. the shower was an awful experience. i like a super hot shower, but when you feel bad hot showers don't feel good and the water felt like tiny daggers being shot at me. horrible experience. so everything is cleaned up, the bathroom and myself, i'm in my cozies and go to lay down.
wouldn't you know it, i have to pee again. and once again i don't make it to the bathroom. what in the world kind of sickness is this that you lose bladder control. i am thankful it is just pee and i'm not pooing all over, but seriously this is an embarrassing thing for one to endure. i get everything cleaned up, again, and call my mom. for those of you who aren't aware, my mom is a nurse. i rarely go to the doctor, i opt to call mom first. i'm also really bad at calling my parents, so they get super excited when i call.
the phone is ringing and mom answers:
mom: heather! how are you?
me: ugh. hi mom. i need nurse mom.
mom: oh okay, what's the matter?
me: i have some sort of flu, but there is a strange side effect. i have no bladder control and have peed myself twice.
mom: snickering on the other end of the line. then does it hurt to pee?
me: no.
mom: does it have an odor?
me: uh, no! i just can't control it.
mom: probably just part of the virus, that should go away.
this really wasn't the best news, but it certainly wasn't terrible news.
over the next couple of days, i tested my abilities by attempting to stop midstream. i was able to make it to the facilities without any mishaps, after my two mishaps, but it took the whole weekend to regain midstream stoppage. coincidentally by the end of the weekend i was also feeling much, much better.
this was the weirdest flu experience i've ever had. i never threw up but that sand worm stayed lodged in my throat until my fever went away. speaking of the fever i had that for two and half days. the body aches were present for a few days as well as the chills. and the peeing, well i'm glad that wasn't a lasting side effect.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
i should report you...
so this tale happened last year. i've never been brave enough to post, until now. there will always be sketchy people in the world, whether you meet them in person or virtually. be smart and trust your instincts.
as you know, i have had some crazy experiences when it comes to dating, whether it be online or a by chance meeting. however, none so unsettling or eye opening as this. i had stopped the process of actively looking to date, it is an exhausting process and frankly i don't have the time to put that much effort in to it. so, i had once again canceled my subscription and was letting it run out, when i received an email.
the email was really nice, which prompted me to check out this man's profile. on virtual paper, it seemed as if this man had been dealt a rough hand, but was ready to rejoin the masses. according to his profile, he is a widow, has a young daughter, and is just getting his toes wet attempting to date. i responded.
we exchanged a few emails within the site email system and then exchanged personal emails. at the time when we exchanged personal emails, he said he was leaving the country to attend to some family issues overseas, pertaining to his parents. he said he would be gone for a couple of weeks, but wanted to keep in touch. i didn't expect to hear much from him, but devoured any email he sent.
about a week into his stay overseas, i started noticing some inconsistencies. the time frames weren't adding up, he would repeat things to me as if he was telling me for the first time, and he wasn't answering any questions i asked. i was chalking it up to two strangers communicating through email and that it would be different in person. being able to see physical expressions, hear their voice and stop when something didn't make sense for clarification, usually lends itself to clearer conversations.
every email he sent, which was daily, was very heartfelt. he would talk about how much he missed his daughter and how he couldn't wait to get back to finally meet me. i will admit that he was saying all the right things.
then came an email that really sent up a red flag. he asked me if i had canceled my subscription because he was confident that we were going to be great together and he didn't want me communicating with other men. i immediately fired back an email that said, although i had canceled my subscription, it had nothing to do with him and if this is his position about the woman he has in his life i wasn't interested. he responded right away, saying he was joking, backtracking, trying to smooth things over. i wasn't convinced.
we are now several weeks into his trip that was only supposed to be two at the longest, when i received another email. this one was really strange, "i need to talk to you tonight, i have a favor i need to ask you that i can't disclose over email." i read it a couple of times just to make sure i was reading it correctly. i replied that i found the content of the email sketchy. he countered with a story of how he needed money to finalize whatever he was doing and didn't know how he was going to come up with it. then came the request, "can you lend me $$$?"
my body was covered in goose bumps. oh my word, this person, who has shared so much, is running a scam. does he really think i am that stupid that i would send a complete stranger money?
for one, i didn't have the money that he was asking for. two, i wouldn't send it to him even if i had it. i found the request to be grossly inappropriate. i am a stranger to this human, we haven't met or talked on the phone. the only contact i have had up to this point, was email, and as you read i was already skeptical.
he asked me one more time, for a lesser amount, stating that he had come up with some of it and could really use my help. he said, he would be back in two days and would return the money upon returning the states. i again said no. he completely disappeared. i contacted him one last time, which turned into a threat by him that if i shared any of this publicly he would sue me, for what i'm not sure.
i am tempted to disclose the information that i have about this person, but for all i know the contact info is completely false. i did keep all the emails that he sent, one because i am too lazy to delete them, but once the red flags starting flying, it seemed important to do so.
as you know, i have had some crazy experiences when it comes to dating, whether it be online or a by chance meeting. however, none so unsettling or eye opening as this. i had stopped the process of actively looking to date, it is an exhausting process and frankly i don't have the time to put that much effort in to it. so, i had once again canceled my subscription and was letting it run out, when i received an email.
the email was really nice, which prompted me to check out this man's profile. on virtual paper, it seemed as if this man had been dealt a rough hand, but was ready to rejoin the masses. according to his profile, he is a widow, has a young daughter, and is just getting his toes wet attempting to date. i responded.
we exchanged a few emails within the site email system and then exchanged personal emails. at the time when we exchanged personal emails, he said he was leaving the country to attend to some family issues overseas, pertaining to his parents. he said he would be gone for a couple of weeks, but wanted to keep in touch. i didn't expect to hear much from him, but devoured any email he sent.
about a week into his stay overseas, i started noticing some inconsistencies. the time frames weren't adding up, he would repeat things to me as if he was telling me for the first time, and he wasn't answering any questions i asked. i was chalking it up to two strangers communicating through email and that it would be different in person. being able to see physical expressions, hear their voice and stop when something didn't make sense for clarification, usually lends itself to clearer conversations.
every email he sent, which was daily, was very heartfelt. he would talk about how much he missed his daughter and how he couldn't wait to get back to finally meet me. i will admit that he was saying all the right things.
then came an email that really sent up a red flag. he asked me if i had canceled my subscription because he was confident that we were going to be great together and he didn't want me communicating with other men. i immediately fired back an email that said, although i had canceled my subscription, it had nothing to do with him and if this is his position about the woman he has in his life i wasn't interested. he responded right away, saying he was joking, backtracking, trying to smooth things over. i wasn't convinced.
we are now several weeks into his trip that was only supposed to be two at the longest, when i received another email. this one was really strange, "i need to talk to you tonight, i have a favor i need to ask you that i can't disclose over email." i read it a couple of times just to make sure i was reading it correctly. i replied that i found the content of the email sketchy. he countered with a story of how he needed money to finalize whatever he was doing and didn't know how he was going to come up with it. then came the request, "can you lend me $$$?"
my body was covered in goose bumps. oh my word, this person, who has shared so much, is running a scam. does he really think i am that stupid that i would send a complete stranger money?
for one, i didn't have the money that he was asking for. two, i wouldn't send it to him even if i had it. i found the request to be grossly inappropriate. i am a stranger to this human, we haven't met or talked on the phone. the only contact i have had up to this point, was email, and as you read i was already skeptical.
he asked me one more time, for a lesser amount, stating that he had come up with some of it and could really use my help. he said, he would be back in two days and would return the money upon returning the states. i again said no. he completely disappeared. i contacted him one last time, which turned into a threat by him that if i shared any of this publicly he would sue me, for what i'm not sure.
i am tempted to disclose the information that i have about this person, but for all i know the contact info is completely false. i did keep all the emails that he sent, one because i am too lazy to delete them, but once the red flags starting flying, it seemed important to do so.
Monday, July 7, 2014
near death experience...
you know that old saying, careful what you wish for? i had said, nothing exciting is happening in my life right now, well i am definitely eating those words. it seems like i am on a collision course for a set of three potentially dangerous happenings. if you recall i caught my arm on fire last week. in order to protect myself, my daughter, and my home i have thrown away the cursed curling iron and my beloved old pink robe.
i had a fairly uneventful weekend, some family time, a little friend time, a couple of good runs, oh and i am almost died. no joke. i'm not even exaggerating. i do that sometimes, but this event, this near death experience was literally the most scared i have ever been and my entire life flashed before my eyes. along with two scenarios of how the event was going to end.
my latest "adventure" has to do with my car. there is a ton of technical car talk, that frankly i don't know and really don't care to know, so you will just have to bare with my layman's words. anyway, i had gone out for a run on saturday, but my running app crapped out half way through my run, so i have no idea how far i went. seeing as sunday was a rest day, i thought i would go walk the run i did to see if i could (1) get my app to work and (2) see how far i ran. with my plan hatched, i jumped into my car and took off down the road.
she, i refer to my car as a she, started up just fine. a nice purr coming from the engine. i turned out of my driveway and headed south on a super sketchy stretch of road. in the last few years there has been numerous accidents, some fatal, and a vast variety of humans walk this stretch of road. hopefully you are getting that this is a busy road, with not only foot traffic but lots of cars that don't always drive safely. it wasn't long after i turned onto the road that something happened.
i had my foot on the gas pedal, just as one would do when they are accelerating in traffic, but i noticed that my engine was revving higher than normal and my speed was increasing. i took my foot off the gas pedal yet my car was still accelerating. that is when i started to panic and stepped on the brake, which wasn't doing anything. despite stepping on the brake i was still accelerating. i'm sure beads of sweat were running off my forehead and i was undoubtedly pitting out. up ahead of me was a very busy, kind of confusing intersection and i could see it was full of cars.
the first involved me not being able to stop and plowing through the dozens of cars ahead of me into the gas station on the other side of the intersection. not only would i have killed myself, but i definitely would have injured many other motorists just out on a sunday evening.
the second involved my car bursting in a spectacular hollywood explosion and my charred body recovered strapped in my seat with a permanent look of terror on my face. at this point the engine was revved out, meaning the needle was all the way on the right in the red zone. i've never heard my car sound that way before. i thought if i can't shut this off it will most likely explode, which would mean imminent death for me.
i had a fairly uneventful weekend, some family time, a little friend time, a couple of good runs, oh and i am almost died. no joke. i'm not even exaggerating. i do that sometimes, but this event, this near death experience was literally the most scared i have ever been and my entire life flashed before my eyes. along with two scenarios of how the event was going to end.
my latest "adventure" has to do with my car. there is a ton of technical car talk, that frankly i don't know and really don't care to know, so you will just have to bare with my layman's words. anyway, i had gone out for a run on saturday, but my running app crapped out half way through my run, so i have no idea how far i went. seeing as sunday was a rest day, i thought i would go walk the run i did to see if i could (1) get my app to work and (2) see how far i ran. with my plan hatched, i jumped into my car and took off down the road.
she, i refer to my car as a she, started up just fine. a nice purr coming from the engine. i turned out of my driveway and headed south on a super sketchy stretch of road. in the last few years there has been numerous accidents, some fatal, and a vast variety of humans walk this stretch of road. hopefully you are getting that this is a busy road, with not only foot traffic but lots of cars that don't always drive safely. it wasn't long after i turned onto the road that something happened.
i had my foot on the gas pedal, just as one would do when they are accelerating in traffic, but i noticed that my engine was revving higher than normal and my speed was increasing. i took my foot off the gas pedal yet my car was still accelerating. that is when i started to panic and stepped on the brake, which wasn't doing anything. despite stepping on the brake i was still accelerating. i'm sure beads of sweat were running off my forehead and i was undoubtedly pitting out. up ahead of me was a very busy, kind of confusing intersection and i could see it was full of cars.
so i mentioned two scenarios...
the first involved me not being able to stop and plowing through the dozens of cars ahead of me into the gas station on the other side of the intersection. not only would i have killed myself, but i definitely would have injured many other motorists just out on a sunday evening.
the second involved my car bursting in a spectacular hollywood explosion and my charred body recovered strapped in my seat with a permanent look of terror on my face. at this point the engine was revved out, meaning the needle was all the way on the right in the red zone. i've never heard my car sound that way before. i thought if i can't shut this off it will most likely explode, which would mean imminent death for me.
both scenarios scared the crap out me
and to be honest
i really wasn't ready to die in a car crash
everything happened so fast and i was in a serious state of panic, i'm still not sure how i got stopped. i remember standing on my brakes, listening to the engine continue to rev and feeling the car trying to obey the brakes but wanting to race freely. somehow i managed to get stopped enough to put my car in park and shut it off. a whole lot of awful screeching and grinding noises came from under the hood, but at that point i didn't give two hoots, i had averted death, screech away.
i called the only person i knew to be home, my ex. i could tell when he answered the phone he thought i was just being a hysterical girl and that i was probably exaggerating just a little bit. he asked me a couple of questions:
him: have you tried turning it back on?
me: heck no! i'm afraid to do so.
him: just turn it on.
me: the brakes aren't working what if i lurch into a building or something?
him: put it in park, it won't go anywhere and turn it on.
me: okay. i hold my breath and turn it on, the sounds of an angry beast being held captive released from under the hood.
him: what happened?
me: it revved out and i didn't even touch a pedal. can't you hear that?
him: not over the phone, just stay put i will be there in a minute.
sure enough he came to my rescue, sitting on the side of the road haphazardly parked. he started asking me more things, and i just said "try it, turn on the car." so he turned it on, the beast screamed wildly, and he quickly turned it off. "holy crap, that is scary!" i shrugged my shoulders, rolled my eyes and gave the i was trying to tell you look.
here comes the technical car lingo that i don't know. turns out there was a small piece of plastic that was keeping the throttle valve open. i have no idea how a small piece of plastic found its way inside the black tubing, but somehow it did. the valve was propped open just like when nemo put a rock in the fan to stop the suction so he could wiggle his way through the tube back into the tank.
good news...i didn't die. i didn't harm anyone else. the problem has been fixed and life carries on as i know it.
bad news...this is only number two. so far i've had arm on fire and almost fire-y car crash. not sure what else the world has in store for me, but i will be more than ready to be done with this series of three "adventures".
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