Things to do when bored on a Sunday part 2

Yep, I made another freaking trip to the ER. I have been having some back pains for over a month now and it was just so stinkin' painful. It was really hard to sleep at night and I felt like an 80 year old trying to hoist myself out of bed each morning. Ugh. For someone that has a needle and hospital phobia, I can't seem to keep myself away from them....especially those blasted needles. They took an X-ray on my chest and then my foot, took some blood, and did some cultures (thus the bottles that look like tabasco sauce), deaden my foot, and then stuck another needle in it to extract some fluids. Uh, yea...that one hurt like a mother! I could feel it going into my joints. The doc told me that I had an infection in my foot, that's why I was probably feeling like I wanted to toss my cookies every time I stood up and my heart rate was super high.

The high points were: The doctor looked like a clean cut version of Jared Leto....meow! I was not upset everytime he came into the room.

I was telling my sisters about this sappy church song and then proceeded to sing it when a tech came into the room. Oh, a bit embarassing!

I felt like I was going to throw up just as the 12 year old x-ray tech came to get me. I then started to cry and he bolted. Aw, boys! What wimps?!

Laughing with my sisters! We were there until 3 in the freakin' a.m.

Steve, the non-wimpy x-ray tech. He was pretty cool and even offered to take me for a spin (in my wheelchair) outside. I was tempted, but declined.

All the staff were pretty cool and really nice.

Good things to Come!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8nczw6xHJ0I


A good message for a Monday Evening. It just rings so true for me.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!

Today makes me really miss my dad, but it also makes me really excited to see him again. I think of all the dads that Heavenly Father has blessed me with and I feel so lucky and blessed. I have been really fortunate to have men in my life that I really admire and that have helped me to know that good men do exist. It has helped me to realize how amazing the priesthood is and how much it has blessed my life. So, to the many men that have been an influence for good in my life....I say, "Thank You!" May God pour out oodles of blessings upon you for helping to guide one of His (sometimes lost and needy) daughters. Where would I be without such people?

And, just as a side note, Every year we got my dad a package of black licorice (his absolute fav!) and shaving cream. How cute were we?

Week in Review....

1. I have been to two different doctors this week, one for my back and the other for my foot.
I am beginning to feel like an old person....a doctor for every ailment and a pill to go along with it.
I have so many pill bottles is pretty ridiculous.

2. I realized a little too late that my garments have a big hole in the bum (tmi!) and I prayed real hard that when my back doc needed to look at my back, the hole wouldn't show ( or he would have temporary blindness). Oh, how I prayed. I also prayed that he would be super old, but nope, he was about my age and kind of cute. Blast!

3. I have been meeting with my student's parents this week. One said to me (in her very broken English), "I like you Megan!" And then she gave me a big hug and got all teary eyed. It was really really sweet.

4. My new nickname at work (from the kiddos) is Megan Pac-Man. Don't ask me why, but I love it.

5. We went to the Dinosaur Museum at Thanksgiving Point. It was fun. I was exhausted at the end. The student I had, got on the bus and opened up the emergency exit about 4 times. Ugh.

6. I should be wearing my big black chunky ortho boot again. SHOULD! But, i don't wanna.

7. I had a dream that I was on my mission again. Is that a dream or a nightmare? Jury is still out on that!

8. I am loving the new 101.9. Where else can you hear The Crash Test Dummies? I mean, seriously?

9. I finally washed all the bird poop off my car. I swear my white car must look like a huge bullseye just waiting to be shot.

10. I was sitting outside for recess and I saw a milk carton flying in the sky. It made me laugh so hard. It just kept sailing by and going higher and higher. Really odd.

11. I think I have had chocolate every day this week and nope, I don't feel bad about it.

12. I am thinking that tomorrow will be my first visit to the Farmer's Market. I am pretty stoked about that. I am also going to go the chalk festival.

Grip of the Day!

I just have to whine and then I will be over it....hopefully!

My feet are hurting again. I think I have plantar fasciitis or something that is painful and sucks.

My back has been hurting for over a month now and I am living on ibuprofen, muscle relaxors, and Loratabs.

I haven't been to the gym in over a month because of previously stated issues and I feel like my butt and body are getting bigger by the day...okay, that is a slight exaggeration!


And....

Yes, I do want some cheese (Swiss) with that whine

And...

Yes, I do want you to call the wambulance

And...

Yes, you can play me the world's smallest violin because I do know that others are suffering far worse than I am. I just want to complain about it.

There, I have whined and I am over it.

Thanks!

Lately I have been feeling like I am a 14 year old girl getting ready to begin puberty. I seem to cry at everything. I remember once watching an episode of "Who's the Boss?" where Angela and Sam get into a fight and then Ray Charles comes and sings a song and then everything is hunky dory again. Yep, I cried over that. Silly me.

Well, I just watched the season finale of Glee and I was a mess. I am not sure if it was really that emotional (hey, I am just like the rest of you gleeks and was rooting for them to win, plus Quinn having her baby=a big ball of megan mess) or if I am just embarking on a puberty crying cycle. I dunno. But, Glee was really really great!

This is a conversation that took place at work. I laughed about this one for a while.

One of my female part timers told one of my students to not do something and he didn't really agree with it.

Student 1: "Megan, he is stoppening!"

Student 2: "No, it's SHE is stoppening!"

Correct pronoun, but what the heck does stoppening mean? I love these kids.

Muscle Relaxors and Loratabs

I have been having some pretty bad back pains for a month, so I decided that I just couldn't take it anymore. I finally went to the doctor. After they had x-rayed my back and done some poking around, the doc wasn't sure what was wrong. So, he sent me home with some muscle relaxors and Loratabs. This could be potentially very funny. Loratabs make me feel all sorts of funny and the muscle relaxors may do the same thing. You may find me wandering the streets at 2 am muttering something about needing a butterfinger and clean underwear. If you do happen to find me, just point me in the direction of home. I would really appreciate it.

Here's to some happy drugs! May they work.

A couple days back I got a text from my older sis telling me that they were chatting with her kiddos and asked if they were to die who would they want to live with. Bear immediately answered, "Began!" (that's my cute nickname he gave me so long ago). He said, "Because I know that I am her favorite." Well, I first have to say that I love all of my nieces and nephews so much. I love spending time with them. They just make me happy. Really. But, there is a special place in my heart for this kid. When he was but a wee lad, he would write me the cutest letters. I got one about every week. I loved it! I loved getting mail from him. He would also tell his mom that I was the most beautiful girl in the world and that someday he was going to marry me. How adorable is that? This kid helped me once for my Sunday School lesson by putting on the whole armor of God in front of a bunch of people he had never met. I had him and his siblings at my house one weekend and we had done various activities. I asked them all what their favorite part of the weekend was. They all gave their different answers and then Bear turned to me and said, "Spending time with you!" Um...seriously? Melt. My. Heart.

Bear is turning 12 soon, so Happy Birthday! I love you. And, yes you can come live with me whenever you want!