A Birthday, A Wedding, and A Funeral

November 15th.

My birthday, a friend's wedding, a friend's memorial service. What a day! I wanted to plan a night at Highway 99, but they're having their annual charity event, and I don't think I can ask people to pay a $20 suggested donation for cover... As of right now, I don't have any plans, but I'm thinking that after the wedding from 11-4 and the memorial over lapping from 2-5, I might just be spent!

Maybe just a quiet evening at home, some friends, some games, some wine... idunno.

Ok. I'm going to sit in my fabulous new chair and watch the results show for Dancing with the Stars. I'll probably end up dozing off, since I've got toothpicks holding my eyelids open right now. :-P

I promise, more fulfilling blogs will be coming soon.

One Month Gone

I keep thinking that I need to blog more, that I should be writing, sharing my thoughts and insight, tid bits of my life, journaling, etc... and then the cold medicine kicks in and I drift off into yet another over-the-counter drug enduced sleep.

I've been sick since Oct 4th, and this cold is taking its sweet time to cycle through my system, let me tell you! The good news, I'm down about 12 lbs now, bringing my total weight loss to just over 40 lbs- VERY EXCITING- although not how I planned on losing the last bit! Living on soups, ginger ale, water, popcicles, and the occasional bowl of chicken w/rice has been pretty dull for the last 22 days. Most of my free time has been spent sleeping, especially since any cough medicine I try knocks me out within minutes... and then 4 hours later I wake up for the next dose and drift off again. On the average, I've been sleeping for 10-12 hours a day! That is WAY too much for me normally, I'm used to sleeping for 5-6 hours.

This weekend has proved to be fairly productive, as I get ready for November. I got my living room re-arranged, I'm painting my bedroom (which is turning out wonderfully- I'll post pics asap) and have 2 big boxes of clothes to donate. Of course, I slept for about 26 out of 48 hours... just imagine how much more I'd have gotten done if I wasn't stinkin' sick still!

So, to bring this to a close, that is how I spent most of my October. I'm really hoping that November holds so much more.

*heavy sigh*

I am very sad. My physical therapist told me I could start wearing boots now and then to transition my ankle into walking again, and I was really excited because I have TONS of FANTASTIC pairs of boots! Seychelle, Michael Kors, Kenneth Cole, more Kenneth Cole, Tommy, and Franco Sarto. Fabulously soft knee-high suede with sheep-skin lining, paton leather, treated leather, dyed leather, weathered leather, you name it, I've got it! I definatley have a shoe fetish, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Anyways... why am I sad, you ask? Because my stupid ankle is still too swollen to fit any of my boots. ANY of them. And then I just started crying. Yes, yes, I know that sounds SOOO silly and materialistic to cry because my foot won't fit into any of my $500 worth of boots, but I think it was much more than that. I think it had more to do with the stress of what has been going on over the last few days, and having to stay calm, and strong, and take care of myself even though I could hardly put a sentence together for a few days there. And the boots not fitting was just the straw that broke the camel's back on that one.

But I'm okay now, I got the tears out of my system, and am going to take some anti-inflamitories, ice up my ankle, and go to bed. I'm hoping that, by tomorrow, my foot won't be swollen and I'll be able to get it into a boot- and then the preasure and support of the (oh-so-fine) leather will help my ankle while allowing me to wear heavenly footwear again!

On this, my very special, very beloved friends, I bid you good night.