Stupid, Traitorous Body!
Friday, October 21, 2011
I can't believe I'm sick again... or I'm still sick from last week. I dunno! All I know is, I can't breathe outta my nose AT ALL and it's really p***ing me off! No amount of NyQuil or DayQuil or saline nasal spray or albuterol seems to be helping. I feel betrayed. Betrayed by my own immune system. Tsk tsk tsk...
Well, since all that's happening I can't sleep (even after taking NyQuil more than an hour ago). I might as well get a blog in. First of all, I didn't mean to post such a cryptic status update the other day. I said something about life changing decisions, I think. I should explain that for those on the edge of your seats. I've been studying nutrition and my plan with that is to go into a CADE certified Master's Degree program to become a Registered Dietitian (which is only done through the ADA- American Dietetics Association). In the meantime, I'm in the A.S. program at Mesa college, taking the basic nutrition classes for a foundation. There is a program at Mesa (the only one in San Diego and Imperial Counties) that is for a DSS (Dietary Services Supervisor) certificate which would allow me to work in hospitals, nursing homes, and schools. The state of California has a law (might be a new one, actually) that is going to require these types of facilities (with special needs diets) to have a certified DSS on staff 24/7. My "life changing decision" is to join this program. As it turns out, I've already taken 2 of the 6 required classes. I can take 4 more next semester, then take my practicum over summer (or in fall if I'm lazy). Then I'll be a certified DSS. Its a growing need for these DSS folks and even this semester the program coordinator knew off the top of her head 6 positions that were open immediately in various facilities. I'm also already ahead of the game (thanks to the classes I've already taken) than more than half the people that attended the DSS program orientation. They won't be getting theirs done until 2013 thanks to prerequisites. So, I'm excited. This could lead to a good job, a good paying job, and is just another stepping stone on my path to Registered Dietitian-hood.
As for my journey here and my plan: I wanted to do 28 Day Bootcamp and Couch to 5k. Well, thanks to this lame cold, I haven't done much of anything. I've worked out at a low intensity while sick before (its actually good for you to because it raises your body's temperature and cold/flu bugs need a certain temp to thrive, so by raising it, they can't do their evil thing! FUN. FACT.) Unfortunately, I can't breathe out of my nose and my asthma is all aggravated, so I'm coughing as well. Not exactly easy to walk on a treadmill, or in general for that matter, when you aren't able to take in enough oxygen, ya know? So, the chances of me getting to the Iron Girl 5k are looking less and less. Stupid body! Also a consequence is that I've had such a small appetite. I have to remind myself to eat. I can't taste anything, so I'm not really wanting to eat. My tummy is slightly queasy, which may/may not be related to gallbladder (see two paragraphs down). The lower half of my guts can't decide what they want to do- be upset or be normal. Ugh! Anyway, I went to school today and then my last day of work (more on that next paragraph), for a straight 8 hours of not healing or resting, and boy do I feel wiped out. Luckily, I have absolutely NOTHING to do tomorrow, so I will happily do that nothing in bed getting better.
So, today was my last day at work. I would like to say, yes, I know I voluntarily quit without having another job lined up. But, it was for my own mental health that I move on. That's not to say I didn't love the people there. My boss was wonderful in every way. One of the best ones I've had the pleasure to work for. She was kind, smart, understanding, and a good friend (but, a boss first and foremost). The package delivery drivers, Michelle for express and Ryan for ground, were so great, they really highlighted my day when they'd come get the packages for the day. I cried and hugged them tightly when I said bye to them today. They were truly wonderful people. I didn't cry when my boss left because I was still trying really hard to keep it together. But, I cried when I locked up the shop for the last time and carried out my notary supplies and coffee mug. I'll miss my favorite customers- Candy Banditt that would bring me goodies, the owner of an architectural firm who made it a point to learn my name when we met so we wouldn't be strangers, Bob with his millions of packages, the woman that drove to Costco up the road and came back in the rain to give me a brochure from their optical department, Jim and his flawless Spanish for an old white guy... As much as I hated what I did, and this job felt like such a waste of my time (5.5 scheduled hours a week at $8.50/hr and $5 by bus to get there- 'waste' might be an understatement), I will definitely miss the people that made my time there truly great. It was an emotional day, not to mention I felt like CRAPPPPPP!!!!, I'm just glad its over. Its time for me to move on.
I did have an appointment with my surgeon on Wednesday, the first day I woke up feeling this awful since whenever that was last week. I was prepared for a fight, and with the way I felt, I was not above being a total B to get what I wanted. Luckily, that didn't end up happening. The surgeon pretty much told me that despite what my HIDA scan said, if I was having problems due to a stone or stones, then that mother needs to come out! I was so glad because I was so afraid the HIDA was the be-all, end-all. The scan is when they inject me with a radioactive dye (I didn't even get superpowers from that- gypped!) and take a series of pictures- for 40 minutes!- of my gallbladder's ability to contract and dump out its contents into my stomach. The test was slightly painful and super boring, and said my gallbladder is functioning at 74% capacity. In other words, normally. But, I have pain within an hour or 30 minutes after I eat. I have pain at night for no reason. I have had to cut stuff out of my diet- like red meat, oatmeal, peanut butter, carbonated beverages (I don't drink soda, but I like sparkling water and hard ciders), and am unable to eat animal products of any kind in my first meal of the day. Not. Cool. So, it looks like my surgery will be taking place sometime after the holidays. WOOHOO! I'm so happy for that result.
Hopefully this junk will leave my system soon (where does this goo keep coming from!?!?!) so I can get back on track and can spend more time Sparking coherently.