Miserable

First let me say, I am not pregnant. I repeat. I am not pregnant. (Sorry Mom) 

Friday morning I woke up with a case of nausea like nobody's business. It was horrible. I laid on the couch and was sad, so sad. Luckily, my sweet Mama came over around 11 and brought me a Phenergan. I had never taken one before and within 30 minutes I was out. I didn't wake up till 5 when I heard my cell phone ringing. And even then, I felt like I had just woken up from a coma. I just laid on the couch for about an hour trying to get the energy to get up and go to the bathroom. I was in the bed and out again at 8:30.

Saturday was good. No nausea. Jay and I had a good day and then went over to J2's house to hang-out. (J2 helped me with a project that I have been wanting to do forever - more on that later in the week.)

This morning I woke up and ate some breakfast before getting ready for Church. I never made it to the point of getting ready because of all the time I spent hugging.the.toilet. It's been a miserable day.

I would like to take this opportunity to blame two people from my work for the sickness I have indured over the weekend.

1. JG - I blame you for coming to work with your cooties and germs that made me throw-up.
2. DG - I blame you for not letting me go home Thursday and take a nap when I asked. (A reasonable thing to ask your boss, right?)

I think both of you should get me a prize to make up for it. I'm just sayin'.

Vampires aren't the only thing that suck out your blood

Something else happened at the hospital Saturday besides my people watching. I had my fill of crazy clothes and hair, so I mosied on down to the 2nd floor where all the excitement was happening. And I think you know me well enough to know that by excitement I mean - food. To be honest though, I wasn't searching for food. I was searching for some caffeine. I had the beginnings of a headache and wanted to head it off at the pass.

When I got downstairs I was accosted by an older lady wearing a Nascar racing outfit. (It turned out there was a Red Cross Blood Drive going on and you could enter to win 10 laps around the track if you donated.) And although the lady came on a bit too strong, I was excited. I've always wanted to donate blood but never had. So, I got in line and read a little booklet they require you to read.

Finally, they called my name and I was taken into this little booth where they took my temp, pricked my finger and then I answered some questions on the computer about my sexual habits in the year 1978 when I was 4. Finally, it was time and I was a little nervous. I've heard some people say it's no big deal and others who say it was the worst ever. I laid back and the nurse got started. I was relieved when the needle was in and it didn't really hurt at all.

I'm not gonna lie. At this point I was loving myself. I felt great as I squeezed my little red ball. The nurse came over every few minutes and told me what a great job I was doing. At one point she said my bag was 90% full and I was excited because it would be over soon. And then I noticed that people who came in after me had already finished. Hmmm. Then the nurse came back over and said I was still at 90%. Another hmmm. And then she started digging that big fat needle all up in my arm because apparently it had come loose from my vein. The blood started flowing again and it felt like no time before the nurse said we were at 95%. And then... the flow stopped and there was more digging and I watched it.

This is the point where I became queasy and light-headed. She gave me a garbage bag and leaned me all the way back. She was kind enough to let me rest before she started more digging and then got another nurse over to dig. I was at 99%. I was so nauseous. They told me to start squeezing the ball again but when I tried, my hand was tingling and I couldn't move it. They had the blood pressure cuff so tight on the top of my arm that I had lost all feeling. They decided to stop.

She took the needle out and told me that I only got 99% of the bag full and they wouldn't be able to use it because it wasn't 100% full. WHAT???!!! I grabbed my free T-Shirt and got the heck out of there. Too bad Edward Cullen wasn't around...

Things you should never have to see at the hospital

Saturday, I went to the hospital with Jay so he could visit a friend. His friend is in the trauma unit so it wasn't "prudent" for me to go back with Jay to see him. Instead, I sat in the waiting room and did a little people watching. I would almost say I have no words, except I do. I need to tell you that it is appalling at some of the things people will wear.

I'm not talking about a difference between someone's style and mine. I'm talking about a matter of good ole' plain decency and modesty. I did have my camera with me but I didn't feel it appropriate to whip it out in the
trauma waiting room. (Plus, I'm pretty sure any and all of those girls could have kicked my hiney from here to China - and I don't want to go to China - ever.) You'll just have to use your imagination.

One girl had on this one-piece jumpsuit getup that appeared to be acid-wash denim material but upon closer inspection (yes, I got closer) was something that resembled Spanx. It was tight enough to be an extra layer of skin. I decided to look for a picture so you could really see what I'm trying to describe and I couldn't believe I found one. What I couldn't believe even more was that someone would actually pay $350 for this. Please note, this one is about a hundred times nicer than what the girl at the hospital was wearing.

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A way to small spaghetti-strap night shirt worn as a shirt on a very large and well-endowed girl. Yes, I am positive it was a night-shirt. It was so small that it didn't come down low enough to meet the top of the super
short jean skirt. There was lots of shall we say "loose skin" showing between the two. A whole lot I didn't care to see. I'm pretty sure no picture is needed.

And why is it that these people feel the need to walk around the WHOLE TIME THEY'RE THERE? Why can't they just sit in their seat like the rest of us. I promise I saw one girl go to the bathroom 6 times in about a 30 minute period. And I know she wasn't "using" the bathroom because she was only in there for about 15 seconds each time. She was just going in there to check her hair - which was about as big as the waiting room itself.

Here's the deal. If someone is sitting in the trauma waiting room, they've been through enough. Don't subject them to having to watch you prance around in your crazy clothes and tricked-out hair. I just don't get it.

My Mama is the Best

It's pretty much been a perfect day. We went to church and then headed over to my Mom's for lunch. (Yes, my Mam is absolutely the type of Mom who wants to cook lunch for her family on Mother's Day.) I love, love, love when my whole family gets together.

This is my Mama and me.

She is THE most wonderful woman in the world. She loves the Lord, my daddy and oh how she loves her kids and grandkids. I think she should teach a class on how to be a perfect mom that every new mother should have to take. She's that good.

Happy Mother's Day sweet Mama. I love you more than you'll ever know!

Remember me???

Hi, remember me? No? My name is Jill and I write rambling posts about pretty much nothing. Now do you remember? Sure you do.

Seriously though, I'm not even sure where to start to catch up. I feel like I had PMS for about 3 weeks and my head was everywhere except where it should be. I've been tired, I've been blah, I've been on an emotional roller coaster. Is it possible to go through the "change" at 35?

Fortunately, the Hubs and I were able to leave Thursday night after work and head down to Orange Beach for a 3 day weekend. Unfortunately, I am the curse of beach trips. I'm not sure how I do it, but I bring bad weather with me every single time. It rained like crazy and when it wasn't raining, it was foggy and overcast.

We still had a great time. We talked and laughed and shopped (outlets at Foley) and laughed and talked. Obviously, no one wants to go to the beach and not see the sun, but I chose to look at the upside. I didn't have to put on my bathing suit!

Speaking of bathing suits... I have to be honest with ya'll. I've been doing terrible with my self-imposed 20 Pounds N 20 Weeks challenge. I think I might weigh more now than when I started. I know! I could kick my own butt. I haven't been to Weight Watchers in 2 weeks so I don't  know my exact weight but I promise I'm back on track now. I'll give you an upate after I go next Saturday.

I do want to thank all of  ya'll who left me a comment or sent me an email saying you missed me. You know, stuff like that will bring a tear to the eye of a PMS'er. Hug, hug, kiss, kiss. Ya'll are the best!