We have safety plugs in all of our outlets because we are involved in a type of foster care program. I didn't use them when my kids were small because they were practically perfect toddlers (before you get all crazy about that statement - which is true - let me say that isn't that case now and I'm not sure it was a good thing...but that is for a different blog post). But lately, those safety plugs have been going missing. It has been a bizarre mystery, until yesterday. I actually watched our dog use his tiny little front teeth to pop one out of the wall and chew on it. Thankfully, I got to him before he actually ate it. But I wonder, how many he has actually ingested? Since they have been missing and I haven't been finding them around the house, I'm assuming he has eaten them. And why he isn't dead? I mean, it seems to me that those would be pretty hard on the digestive system.
It just doesn't seem very safe.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Doctor shmocter...
I love my doctor. She is down to earth, unpretentious, and funny.
But I try my best never to see her.
I have an aversion to going to the doctor. I'm afraid that she will laugh at me and tell me I'm being a big baby. That there is really nothing wrong with me and that I need to stop being so paranoid. And then I'll be embarrassed.
So, I wait. And wait. And wait.
I sprained my ankle a couple years ago and waited four days to go to the doctor. I figured it might just clear itself up. But the pain got progressively worse, so I finally called and was sent to the ER. The x-ray tech treated me like I was an idiot for waiting so long to get it checked out. Bone chip, torn ligaments, whatever. I could have toughed it out.
Before that I had some pretty bad back pain for a few days. It was to the point that I didn't want to move at all, I just sat in bed and tried to breath very carefully. I finally caved and called the doctor. This trip revealed a severe double kidney infection that clears up quickly with antibiotics but could lead to kidney failure (and possible death, so says my doctor) if left untreated. I literally got yelled at by a nurse for not coming in sooner. Oops.
So, my fear of embarrassment causes me to not go to the doctor, but then I end up embarrassed anyway because apparently I have no common sense.
Today, here I sit in contemplation. The pain in my ear is what I imagine a scream to feel like if one could feel a scream. My head is so full of mucus that I can barely open my eyes. My throat either burns as if I've swallowed a hot coal or is completely numb after using that oral anesthetic spray- which just makes me drool all over myself since I can't feel anything.
Do I call the doctor?
Nah. I'm certain a cup of hot ginger tea will clear all this right up.
But I try my best never to see her.
I have an aversion to going to the doctor. I'm afraid that she will laugh at me and tell me I'm being a big baby. That there is really nothing wrong with me and that I need to stop being so paranoid. And then I'll be embarrassed.
So, I wait. And wait. And wait.
I sprained my ankle a couple years ago and waited four days to go to the doctor. I figured it might just clear itself up. But the pain got progressively worse, so I finally called and was sent to the ER. The x-ray tech treated me like I was an idiot for waiting so long to get it checked out. Bone chip, torn ligaments, whatever. I could have toughed it out.
Before that I had some pretty bad back pain for a few days. It was to the point that I didn't want to move at all, I just sat in bed and tried to breath very carefully. I finally caved and called the doctor. This trip revealed a severe double kidney infection that clears up quickly with antibiotics but could lead to kidney failure (and possible death, so says my doctor) if left untreated. I literally got yelled at by a nurse for not coming in sooner. Oops.
So, my fear of embarrassment causes me to not go to the doctor, but then I end up embarrassed anyway because apparently I have no common sense.
Today, here I sit in contemplation. The pain in my ear is what I imagine a scream to feel like if one could feel a scream. My head is so full of mucus that I can barely open my eyes. My throat either burns as if I've swallowed a hot coal or is completely numb after using that oral anesthetic spray- which just makes me drool all over myself since I can't feel anything.
Do I call the doctor?
Nah. I'm certain a cup of hot ginger tea will clear all this right up.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Weight watching...
Yikes. I think this scale needs to retire...
It's kinda dirty and it reads a few pounds light.
Oh, wait.
I'm keeping it.
It's kinda dirty and it reads a few pounds light.
Oh, wait.
I'm keeping it.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
What do you clean?
I love my house to be clean and tidy.
Not that I enjoy cleaning. I hate it. But I hate mess and dirt more.
However, my closets and drawers are usually disastrous.
A dear friend of mine has the dirtiest, messiest house I have ever been in.
But she will spend hours organizing and straightening her closets and drawers.
I'm hoping this has no parallels to the "real" you and no psychological implications regarding appearances verses true character...
and if it does, don't tell me.
Not that I enjoy cleaning. I hate it. But I hate mess and dirt more.
However, my closets and drawers are usually disastrous.
A dear friend of mine has the dirtiest, messiest house I have ever been in.
But she will spend hours organizing and straightening her closets and drawers.
I'm hoping this has no parallels to the "real" you and no psychological implications regarding appearances verses true character...
and if it does, don't tell me.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Heat and reheat
I am currently drinking a hot cup of coffee. That I brewed yesterday. I have no problem drinking day old (or several days old) coffee. I also have been know to reheat a single cup of coffee an ungodly amount of times in a 24 hour period. I just can't handle the thought of coffee going to waste. The exception is if there is curdled cream floating on top...then I stop to consider how old that particular cup is before making an executive decision. Does that make me a coffee hoarder? Or a coffee addict? Please tell me I'm not alone in this.
I will also finish off a bottle of beer or a glass of wine if left over from the evening before.
But that never happens.
I will also finish off a bottle of beer or a glass of wine if left over from the evening before.
But that never happens.
Friday, February 1, 2013
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