Pity Party...Table for One...
Check, please!
I really don't like sitting here and whining...cause well, I'd rather not waste my time on mundane hullabalooey that most folks really couldn't care less about. But ya know...yesterday was so bad, that maybe...just maybe...my misery will brighten someone else's day. And if my terrible day can shed a ray of sunshine on yours...then I will have done my part to make the world a brighter place.
Oh come on, you know it's true...finding someone else out there with a worse day than you will inevitably make you feel better...you start thinking...Ooooh that sucks for her, maybe my day isn't so bad afterall! We've all done it...so no giving me pity er anything...just a pat on the back and a 'thanks for the uplift, barb' will suffice! :)
So here is my yesterday (and morning)...in a nutshell...I really should've had a box of tissues strapped to my hip...and I share this with you only because I'm trying to find the humor in the situation...(and by all means, if your day was worse, feel free to let me know...maybe your misfortunes could bring a smile to my face? ...just kidding...you know I wish nothing but fabulous, happy days to everyone...)
Barb's Bad Day.
I've been really crampy, crabby, crummy, and overall a PMS-y wench. Needless to say, I'm Barb's evil twin right now...not really Barb. And note, that Barb's Evil Twin this time of the month, blows everything out of proportion in her mind...cause well, she's hormonal...oh, and she's a big ole cry baby, too.
Morning at work...blah. It's morning. And it's work. It's morning...at work. Luckily, I wasn't sore from the 6-miler on Tuesday night. Need I really say anymore?
I had a dentist appointment at noon. Good News: wisdom teeth removal can indeed wait until AFTER the marathon. Bad News: You have a cavity...so lets stick this big sharp pointy painful thing into your tooth a few more times for good measure!! There? Does that hurt? DOES IT? I shall return in August to get the mofo filled.
Afternoon Work. I'm not even going to open up this can of worms. It was the day that would never end. I had a headache through most of it...and I totally felt like Michael Bolton from Office Space.
Generally, I'm beyond hormonal. To the point where someone looks at me wrong, I cry. Just ask Mike. I was a raving lunatic last night. Before he got home, a Hallmark commercial sent me into a sobbing frenzy. It was ugly.
I didn't get to run. On my way home from work I thought about going for a 3-miler. But since we leave for Kansas tonight, and our home was a pig sty, I decided to do some much needed cleaning. Cause well...I don't clean very often, and I thought it'd be a nice surprise for Mike since he had class from 8-7...so I clean...and clean...and clean...and sort laundry. No prob...I'll run in the morning...or so I thought.
Mike returns home. Bad news. The first car I ever owned, is dead. The car we're trying to sell...is dead. My car full of memories of stolen kisses and road trips and my friends' laughter...is dead. We have a flipping 98 Honda Civic as an effing paperweight. Looking like a couple grand to fix her up, too. What.The.Fizzuck. So my hormones kick in...and I'm just...hysterical. No...hysterical isn't even the right word for it. Had I not been pms-ing...I would've been frustrated...but because "the enemy" is in town...I was a flipping lunatic. Not so much crying about the car...but crying because life, as I knew it, was "spiraling out of my control" (I don't like not being in control--pardon the bad use of a double negative). I'm crying because I'm cramping, because things just haven't been going our way lately, because my eye randomly has started hurting (from crying so much?), because I can't stop crying, because my life feels no longer like *my* life...but the life of some unlucky sonofagun. And normally...I'm a REALLY LUCKY PERSON...just ask anyone in my family...(no seriously, I've won free trips to hawaii and stuff, I'm lucky! ...just not now)...but I'm crying because my lucky streak has ended...or so it seems. I'm crying because well...it's the only thing I can do at that exact moment. (see...i told you i'm ridiculous!!)
Finally, I pull myself together...make dinner...watch So You Think You Can Dance? cause well...those guys always seem to cheer me up...and it worked since Benji and Donyelle totally rocked the shit out of a Broadway routine to my favorite song from Hairspray...and that was arguably the highlight of my night.
Then I cry because the cat got sick (are you sensing a crying trend now? are you??) on the dog's bed.
We do laundry. Somehow, the gods smile down at me and decide not to shrink, fade, or bleed any of our clothes. We test out that new penguin wash for sports clothes...seems to have done the trick, but it kind of smells like Chlorine (there's your obligatory running-related highlight for the day--I tried the special sport laundry detergent).
We fold laundry...and then I go to take a bath...after I'm out...I'm rubbing my eye, cause it's sore and all...and then freak out cause I realized I haven't started packing...so here I go a-scurrying around the condo, looking for my bag and making sure I don't forget anything (which inevitably, I will). Looking back, I have no idea what's been packed. Hopefully clean underwear and at least one pair of running shorts.
My Right Eye. In the midst of my packing frenzy, it gets all swollen. The eyelid is bright red...and it's huge...massively puffy...and I feel like I have been punched...or walked into a door (which I didn't, I swear!!). I do warm compression for a bit, but nothing helps. It's swollen. And it sucks. And it makes me wanna cry some more, because I look absolutely absurd....but I don't...mostly because at this point it HURTS to cry. See? I told ya I'm a big ole baby. Normally, I'm not this bad during pms...but I guess I was due for a truly horrendous week.
I got to bed around 1:15am. By 1, I made the executive decision I wouldn't be running in the morning...because well...I'm in desperate need of sleep. Probably the biggest let down of the day. So the plan NOW...is for me to get up early tomorrow morning and run around my neighborhood in Kansas for 30-40 minutes. Which sucks, cause it's super hilly...and it'll be freak nasty hot. But whatever...I'll be a better runner for it. Right? Mileage this week to date is only 14. :/ No bueno. So I'm laying in bed, tossing and turning...and finally, somehow I pass out.
This morning I wake up...shower...and I've completely forgotten that I have to be at work by 8:30 for a conference call. So not only am I rushed....I look in the mirror and my right eye is completely swollen shut. It's hurting ten times worse than the night before...after some more compression, I can slightly open it. It seriously looks like I've had the shit beat outta me. I get into work and two of my co-workers are freaking out thinking I've scratched my cornea...I think it's a stye...but what the hell do I know about eyes? I'm hoping to get into my optomestrist before leaving for Kansas today. I'm really going to have a miserable trip if this doesn't sort itself out soon...cause ya know, seeing is somewhat essential.
...And honestly, I don't want to look like a one-eyed wonder clown when I meet Stephanie, KT and A.Maria this weekend (YES! DID I TELL YOU I GET TO MEET THOSE GIRLS?!? How excited is this chick!? *squeal* very.stinkin.excited.) So yeah...eye, you best start cooperating and get yo'self in check.
Which brings me up to now. A relatively insane morning...and an afternoon that is finally starting to slow down (sort of).
If anyone has some luck to share, I'll gladly take it. ...or some Midol. That'd work, too.
But ya know...I figure if all of this is the worst crap that happens to me this week...then I'm in damn good shape. Right?
See...there is a silver lining. Just took some good ole bitchin' and moanin' to get there.
Okay...so now that my pity party is OVER, I hope you have a good day...or at least a better than me, campers! I'll be back...when I'm in Kansas. :)
I really don't like sitting here and whining...cause well, I'd rather not waste my time on mundane hullabalooey that most folks really couldn't care less about. But ya know...yesterday was so bad, that maybe...just maybe...my misery will brighten someone else's day. And if my terrible day can shed a ray of sunshine on yours...then I will have done my part to make the world a brighter place.
Oh come on, you know it's true...finding someone else out there with a worse day than you will inevitably make you feel better...you start thinking...Ooooh that sucks for her, maybe my day isn't so bad afterall! We've all done it...so no giving me pity er anything...just a pat on the back and a 'thanks for the uplift, barb' will suffice! :)
So here is my yesterday (and morning)...in a nutshell...I really should've had a box of tissues strapped to my hip...and I share this with you only because I'm trying to find the humor in the situation...(and by all means, if your day was worse, feel free to let me know...maybe your misfortunes could bring a smile to my face? ...just kidding...you know I wish nothing but fabulous, happy days to everyone...)
Barb's Bad Day.
I've been really crampy, crabby, crummy, and overall a PMS-y wench. Needless to say, I'm Barb's evil twin right now...not really Barb. And note, that Barb's Evil Twin this time of the month, blows everything out of proportion in her mind...cause well, she's hormonal...oh, and she's a big ole cry baby, too.
Morning at work...blah. It's morning. And it's work. It's morning...at work. Luckily, I wasn't sore from the 6-miler on Tuesday night. Need I really say anymore?
I had a dentist appointment at noon. Good News: wisdom teeth removal can indeed wait until AFTER the marathon. Bad News: You have a cavity...so lets stick this big sharp pointy painful thing into your tooth a few more times for good measure!! There? Does that hurt? DOES IT? I shall return in August to get the mofo filled.
Afternoon Work. I'm not even going to open up this can of worms. It was the day that would never end. I had a headache through most of it...and I totally felt like Michael Bolton from Office Space.
Generally, I'm beyond hormonal. To the point where someone looks at me wrong, I cry. Just ask Mike. I was a raving lunatic last night. Before he got home, a Hallmark commercial sent me into a sobbing frenzy. It was ugly.
I didn't get to run. On my way home from work I thought about going for a 3-miler. But since we leave for Kansas tonight, and our home was a pig sty, I decided to do some much needed cleaning. Cause well...I don't clean very often, and I thought it'd be a nice surprise for Mike since he had class from 8-7...so I clean...and clean...and clean...and sort laundry. No prob...I'll run in the morning...or so I thought.
Mike returns home. Bad news. The first car I ever owned, is dead. The car we're trying to sell...is dead. My car full of memories of stolen kisses and road trips and my friends' laughter...is dead. We have a flipping 98 Honda Civic as an effing paperweight. Looking like a couple grand to fix her up, too. What.The.Fizzuck. So my hormones kick in...and I'm just...hysterical. No...hysterical isn't even the right word for it. Had I not been pms-ing...I would've been frustrated...but because "the enemy" is in town...I was a flipping lunatic. Not so much crying about the car...but crying because life, as I knew it, was "spiraling out of my control" (I don't like not being in control--pardon the bad use of a double negative). I'm crying because I'm cramping, because things just haven't been going our way lately, because my eye randomly has started hurting (from crying so much?), because I can't stop crying, because my life feels no longer like *my* life...but the life of some unlucky sonofagun. And normally...I'm a REALLY LUCKY PERSON...just ask anyone in my family...(no seriously, I've won free trips to hawaii and stuff, I'm lucky! ...just not now)...but I'm crying because my lucky streak has ended...or so it seems. I'm crying because well...it's the only thing I can do at that exact moment. (see...i told you i'm ridiculous!!)
Finally, I pull myself together...make dinner...watch So You Think You Can Dance? cause well...those guys always seem to cheer me up...and it worked since Benji and Donyelle totally rocked the shit out of a Broadway routine to my favorite song from Hairspray...and that was arguably the highlight of my night.
Then I cry because the cat got sick (are you sensing a crying trend now? are you??) on the dog's bed.
We do laundry. Somehow, the gods smile down at me and decide not to shrink, fade, or bleed any of our clothes. We test out that new penguin wash for sports clothes...seems to have done the trick, but it kind of smells like Chlorine (there's your obligatory running-related highlight for the day--I tried the special sport laundry detergent).
We fold laundry...and then I go to take a bath...after I'm out...I'm rubbing my eye, cause it's sore and all...and then freak out cause I realized I haven't started packing...so here I go a-scurrying around the condo, looking for my bag and making sure I don't forget anything (which inevitably, I will). Looking back, I have no idea what's been packed. Hopefully clean underwear and at least one pair of running shorts.
My Right Eye. In the midst of my packing frenzy, it gets all swollen. The eyelid is bright red...and it's huge...massively puffy...and I feel like I have been punched...or walked into a door (which I didn't, I swear!!). I do warm compression for a bit, but nothing helps. It's swollen. And it sucks. And it makes me wanna cry some more, because I look absolutely absurd....but I don't...mostly because at this point it HURTS to cry. See? I told ya I'm a big ole baby. Normally, I'm not this bad during pms...but I guess I was due for a truly horrendous week.
I got to bed around 1:15am. By 1, I made the executive decision I wouldn't be running in the morning...because well...I'm in desperate need of sleep. Probably the biggest let down of the day. So the plan NOW...is for me to get up early tomorrow morning and run around my neighborhood in Kansas for 30-40 minutes. Which sucks, cause it's super hilly...and it'll be freak nasty hot. But whatever...I'll be a better runner for it. Right? Mileage this week to date is only 14. :/ No bueno. So I'm laying in bed, tossing and turning...and finally, somehow I pass out.
This morning I wake up...shower...and I've completely forgotten that I have to be at work by 8:30 for a conference call. So not only am I rushed....I look in the mirror and my right eye is completely swollen shut. It's hurting ten times worse than the night before...after some more compression, I can slightly open it. It seriously looks like I've had the shit beat outta me. I get into work and two of my co-workers are freaking out thinking I've scratched my cornea...I think it's a stye...but what the hell do I know about eyes? I'm hoping to get into my optomestrist before leaving for Kansas today. I'm really going to have a miserable trip if this doesn't sort itself out soon...cause ya know, seeing is somewhat essential.
...And honestly, I don't want to look like a one-eyed wonder clown when I meet Stephanie, KT and A.Maria this weekend (YES! DID I TELL YOU I GET TO MEET THOSE GIRLS?!? How excited is this chick!? *squeal* very.stinkin.excited.) So yeah...eye, you best start cooperating and get yo'self in check.
Which brings me up to now. A relatively insane morning...and an afternoon that is finally starting to slow down (sort of).
If anyone has some luck to share, I'll gladly take it. ...or some Midol. That'd work, too.
But ya know...I figure if all of this is the worst crap that happens to me this week...then I'm in damn good shape. Right?
See...there is a silver lining. Just took some good ole bitchin' and moanin' to get there.
Okay...so now that my pity party is OVER, I hope you have a good day...or at least a better than me, campers! I'll be back...when I'm in Kansas. :)
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 9:02 AM
17 Camper Comments:
i hope your eyeball is okay!!!!!!! take care! (and have fun meeting KT et al!)
You poor thing!
Eye swelling advise: warm compress - bad. cold compress - good.
You eye wouldn't be swollen completely shut from a scratch on your cornea or a stye. It is probably an allergic Rx (possibly to said new sport detergent?). You were probably touching your eyes more than usual with all the crying and may have had something on them that you were allergic to.
Or it could be an infection. But with an infection it would have probably been matted shut along with being swollen this morning.
Hopefully you made it to the eye doc. If not, have Mike take a few pics of you and email them to me, and I'll tell ya what I think. If it's allergic, think Benadryl, cold compresses and a nap. NO rubbing, it'll make it worse! If it's an infection you'd probably need an antibiotic. GOOD LUCK!
Ok you win your day was worse then mine, thanks for cheering me up. :)
Feel better soon Barb!!
I want to add to Runnergirl's advice. WASH YOUR HANDS before touch your eyes...PLEASE.
I hope you are feeling better now and not so much PMS-ing anymore. Poor Mike!
As for the car, I totally understand how you are upset. I killed TWO cars (both as dirt) within 2 months. I had a lot of BAD luck.
Send me a comment if you need to chat. Have fun in Kansas.
Pity party away!
I totally sympathize. There is clearly something in the air this week with pity parties - I am having one by osmosis, courtesy of my daughter.
Thanks for the uplift Barb!
You saw my bad week beginning earlier this week...sorry I can't top the PMS/eye issue/missed run/messy house/dead car day that you had. I kept telling myself all week that it's got to get better from here. Hopefully you'll have a nice trip and everything else will just have to sort itself out.
have fun in KC it sounds like you need a great weekend.
i just HAD to laugh when reading your post...not because i didn't sympathize, but because i see myself in that same situation every month...sometimes you just gotta laugh at how hysterical you can get...especially when life can REALLY turn to sh!t.
OK...I think you need a hit of 'Peanut Butter Jelly'
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I'm excited to meet you too, baboo! We will have much fun and no talk of cars or Hallmark commericals, I promise. :)
I am having Office Space work hell THIS VERY MOMENT!
so, what are y'all up to tonight then, eh? are you still coming to the run?
OMG, i could totally run with you and be like those people in races that lead visually impared people around the race!! don't even fret, i'm great at my RIGHTS and LEFTS and OH LOOK OUT, TREEEEE!! so i've got'cha covered!
get better though, and i'll see you tomorrow!
"Then I cry because the cat got sick (are you sensing a crying trend now? are you??) on the dog's bed."
Dude. I laughed so hard at this because I have so totally been there (I cry at things that are so stupid even I end up laughing about it)... except at my house the cat often gets sick on MY bed, usually 10 minutes after changing the sheets.
Runnergirl is an optometrist, so her advice is probably worth a lot more than mine. But I say: put a little convincing black makeup around that shit, and invent a really killer "but you shoulda seen the OTHER girl" bar brawl bonanza story :)
must've been something in the air. i was an emotional wreck last night, only my eyeball isn't acting up like yours is. i hope everything gets better for you.
so you're coming back to kansas...hmmm....exciting.
actually, i found out (via josh- hopefully i'm correct on this, otherwise please ignore) that you're going to be in my home town for christy & ryan's wedding, what a small world! she was a year older than me in high school and we were track buddies. sweet girl. i have another wedding to attend, but my roommate will be there (not that you'd know her, but....) anyway, there's not much to see or do in sabetha but i hope your weekend is a good one.
I have allergies and frequently have the swollen eyeball thing (usually just one, the right one), and I'll wake up and out of the blue it will be gross and icky. I have to take my antihistamines and use special drops but it usually takes all day to de-swell, and then I have students looking at me funny all day and asking, Do you have pinkeye?
But I also sympathsize with the grumpy, hormonal thing. The other day I was so tired and worn out and in general mean, so I came home and took a nap, but it wasn't the nap I needed so when my husband came home I was still mean (maybe even meaner). In the end, we went to our bowling league, I had some beers and then felt just fine.
So my recommendation for a sour disposition: Apply generous amounts of alcohol.
Another terrific post. This is why Running Jayhawk is the most compelling runner blog on the Internet.
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