holding my breath

Next week is a big week. It's time for my 6-month follow up drama. If you'll remember, my last treatment was last November.

Here's the game plan:
Monday= Thyrogen shot #1
Tuesday= Thyrogen shot #2
Wednesday= Lab draw, I-131 Tracer
Friday= Scan
the following Wednesday= follow-up appointment, game plan, etc

So until then, like every other day these last few years, it's one moment at a time.

Mostly I'm trying not to obsess about it. Mostly.

nostalgia

The Hater has DVR'd a boat-load of Tales from the Darkside episodes. He told me how he used to stay up late and watch these super scary shows when he was younger.

Well, we've watched a few of them... and I'm not impressed.

The Hater concedes that they're not as great as he remembers, but he still likes to watch it.

It's very much a La Siesta experience.

I thought that I'd posted something about our trip back to M'boro specifically for La Siesta, our favorite Mexican restaurant on Greenland across from MTSU... but I can't seem to find that post. Here's the re-cap: La Siesta was our favorite place to go eat. We could split an order of fajitas for cheap, and the service was fantastic. It was tasty yummy goodness.

It was great... until we went back to eat there about three years later. Sadly, the experience wasn't as great as we remembered. The salsa didn't sing. The fajitas were not heavenly goodness. Only the service and decor were what we were expecting; we even had the same waitress. Everything else was a supreme let-down. We were about halfway back to LBG when we admitted that it wasn't as great as we remembered. It was a sad drive home.

It was our first of many La Siesta experiences. And now TFTDS has been added to the list.

spring sprang sprung

The verdict is in: I sprained my knee. It no longer looks like a grapefruit, so it's a good day.

(That's what I'm talking about!)

10,000 reasons

Yesterday I did it.

I took the plunge.

I exercised extreme free will.

I defied evolutionary processes.

I went skydiving. 10,000 feet. Accelerated free fall. Pulled my own ripcord (and brought it back with me to the ground). Navigated my own parachute.

I saw a sunset that I've never seen before. It was fantastic.

And, yes, I would totally do it again... but not until my knee heals.

I had a great landing, but came down wrong on my left ankle and knee. So today I'm pumped up on adrenaline, ibuprofen, and the magic foursome: ice, compression, elevation and rest.

I'm sore today. But I really don't care. It was absolutely worth it. Next time I'm taking The Hater with me!

random factoids

It's been a while since I was tagged, so I guess it was time for this to roll around again... Today's topics are unknown, brave and stupid things. I added the stupid part myself, because all bravery has an element of stupidity required.

I don't do the whole tag someone else thing. I'm into choosing your own destiny. So. If you want to claim a tag, more power to you. If you want to steal it, even better.

5 Weird/ Unknown Things About Me

1. I like things to be in groups of five. For example, this meme actually had a list of seven things, but that made no sense to me to follow it with a group of five things. It's only part of my slightly, yet unofficially, OCD tendencies, but it works for me.
2. When I was a senior in high school I was voted "Band Nerd with the Most Band Spirit" with our unofficial superlatives and also received the John Phillips Sousa Award.
3. I received a band scholarship for college. Unfortunately, that same summer there was a big hullabaloo at the school of music, money was laundered, people were fired, etc... and I never saw a penny of it.
   
4. I have just mastered a new level in Rock Band where I play the guitar and sing at the same time. I've not been this excited about a stupid human trick since I learned to pat my head and rub my tummy at the same time.
5. I still sleep with CoCo, a chocolate brown pound puppy that I received from Santa when I was in the second or third grade.
   

5 Bravest Things I've Ever Done (in no particular order)

1. Moved immediately after our marriage to the middle of OK, where we didn't know a soul and were 12 hours away from our family.
2. Low-crawled under live fire.
3. Kept a straight, upbeat face when I dropped my c-bomb on my family.
4. The ice bath 180 that I did from graduating with an education degree (emphasis = literature), then turning around and taking 20 hours of science and math pre-reqs.
   
5. Brian Andreas is a fantastic artist, and one of his pieces, Real Hero, hits home for me. My #5 is a total steal from him:
   

Anyone can slay a dragon,
he told me,
but try waking up every morning
and loving the world
all over again.
That's what takes a real hero.

stage one

Sunday night I was feeling especially adventurous. After walking, I decided to resurrect a forgotten workout tape that focuses on abs. Sixteen something minutes of torture.

I threw my yoga mat on the floor and cursed my way through the tape. I went through my entire repertoire of every swear word and combination of those words that I have ever heard. The Hater watched from the couch, coaching me and suggesting other fabulous combos to try.

And all the while I was thinking that I was really going to hurt the next day.

I was right.

Actually, I started hurting during the night. I rolled over to pain.

But it's not what you're thinking.

Monday morning I confirmed my midnight suspicion. I have a stage one pressure sore on my tailbone. That's right! The crunches gave me a bedsore. I'm falling apart.

It's still red and achy. I put myself on non-floor-related exercises until a few days after the purple redness goes away. Then we'll try it again with more padding.