I took my night meds like I said I was going to do last night and I got a good six or seven hours of uninterrupted sleep. I can honestly say that when I finally pulled myself out of bed I didn't feel like I wanted to crawl back in, cover my head and pretend that this was post apocalyptic earth where I didn't have to see anyone if I pretended to stay still. So... bonus!!
I spent most of the day marathoning The Walking dead. I'm trying to catch up so that I can go back to walking dead night's a P and J's Heh P an J's I like that. Like peanut butter and Jelly. That's probably why they fit so well together. Hehe. I just made myself laugh a little bit.
Work was good. I was in a good mood because I decided screw it, life is way way WAY too short not to at least try to be happy. So try I shall do. I danced, I had fun, I made a pizza or twelve, I made a free remake for a lady and then made a remake for the same lady (And from what I heard on the end of the line Lady is a term that should be used lightly). Something about her pizza being messed up.
Here's the thing. You get a small pizza which already has 3.5 oz of cheese on it and then you add 2x the extra cheese. One, that is constipation in a box. And two that is 7.5 oz of pure Mozzarella on 8 oz of baked bread and about 1/8 c of sauce. (Yeah, I know I just gave out all of our secrets.) When it comes out of the 450 degree oven, the pizza is going to have melted all over the crusts of your pizza because, well, it's cheese and it's more cheese than should be on a small and it's not going to follow the rules, it's going to melt all over the bleepity bleep pizza. I can shove that gooey mess back into the circle it's supposed to be but then I can't cut it because once I cut it, it's going to ooze in that direction as well. It's going to be oozy and gooey and a general mess. It is not going to be pretty. I might be good, I don't know, I can't eat cheese but it's not going to be pretty. And it is not messed up. So please don't call and cuss out the shift leader who had nothing to do with your pizza. If anything call and cuss out the cook that made it. No... wait.. that would be me and that confrontation would not end well. Well, it might end well for her because she will get more free food but it would not end well for me because I'd be out of a job. Still, Do not call and cuss out the shift leader. Never cuss out the shift leader. None of them. Just don't.
So in other news, I got on my Wii Fit today. Six days ago I got on it and it asked me to set a weight loss goal. I chose two pounds in two weeks, pretty much what I always do. Mainly because it's normally about a month between the times I get on the thing. Well surprise surprise, I got on it after only six damn days and have lost 3.6 lbs.
Yay! And no, that wasn't a me hoping in the air with a big ass smile on my face yay... That was a sarcastic yay.
Dare I say it, I'm losing weight too fast. Last night, I went to put on this silver ring that I have had forever and it fell off my ring finger. On a normal basis it was a little struggle to get it on the finger and the ones it did slip onto easily were cut off from circulation after a few minutes.
It would figure that I would go through another bout of weight loss. My stomach is torn up again. And my blood pressure is high. I spent last week in a haze of migraines and nosebleeds. I need to lay off the salty shit. Of course this means laying off the french fries which are by far the most awesome food on earth. I could eat french fries for dinner and never eat anything else... and I have for like a week. But I realize now that I'm older and my body is shedding the excess weight, the salt of the french fries and other foods I eat is not a good thing. I don't absorb it the way I used to. Now it give me all sorts of baddies Migraines, the extreme thirst that not even sticking my head in lake Michigan could quench, the nosebleeds from hell that don't stop unless I plug my nose and hang my head upside down which causes blood to rush to my brain which gives me migraines. I supposed I should give in and go make an appointment to see my Dr.
And not because the itch plus B is withholding my meds. She refuses to refill my trazodone which is starting to get lower than I like to see it. She's probably going to withhold my tramadol next in which case we will fight. No I'm serious. We will fight.
My girls are going to get their hair done on Saturday. Finally, my little girls will get to look like little girls again and I swear if my xmil lays a hand on their heads....
I'm washing the rags from work tonight. I do this about once every two weeks on average. The dry cleaners next door used to do them but she runs them through the machine once and then brings them back. Nah honey. If they are a dull and dingy as when you put them in the washing machine, wash them again. The first time I washed them it took a full bottle of bleach and like five washes to get them clean and then I learned an important lesson. One must get the shit out before one should add bleach. So now we wash them until the water runs clean and THEN I add bleach and wash them one more time. Saves bleach and I'm not bleaching dirt. That being said,my washer seems to eat the really icky rags... We don't have the proper space of whatnot to hang the rags until they get dry before putting them in the wash pile so what happens is dirty wet rags get thrown on top of dirty damp rags and mold begins to grow and they get even groadier. Is that a word? Well it is tonight. When I wash them I wash them all together but the ones that still have mold on them after the bleach, well, they conveniently go away. I don't know what happens to them, I swear I don't...
*Walks away whistling innocently*
I have about a half and hour left on the episode of Walking dead I started when I got home but I am tired and I think I will finish it in the AM. I don't have to be ready until about five when J picks me up for work.
I love my friends and my family that's been giving me rides, but I want my wheels back!! I miss the independence of just being able to go wherever, whenever. I am not a housebound kind of person anymore.
Ugh! Ending this on a good note. I'm gonna turn off the xbox and get some z's.
Stay frosty y'all!!
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