TMI? Probably...

So the big news of the week is I passed my kidney stone yesterday...or at least most of it!  YAY ME!

It was embarrassingly tiny for the amount of pain that it caused.  I think calling it a stone is a bit presumptuous.  They should call it a kidney speck.  Or a kidney smudge.  Or a kidney-if-you-blink-you-will-miss-it-in-the-pee-strainer-thingy.  Though I guess none of those names command the kind of respect that the word "stone" does.

Anyway, I passed the stone but still felt really crappy and was worried that I might have an infection so I went in to work for a couple of hours yesterday and then went to the Dr.  Dr A said I probably only passed part of it and to keep drinking water til I felt like I would puke.  Really?  Water? I can think of many other things I'd rather consume until the verge of puking.  Cookies. Brownies. Ice-cream. Lasagna. Cookies. (Ooh!  That reminds me!  I have cookies in my purse!  Nom Nom Nom!).

So I tried to keep up with my water therapy last night, but really, after you eat 5 a couple pillsbury ready bake sugar cookies for dinner, there's only so much room for water.  I popped another flocase (designed for men with enlarged prostates.  Which I guess is fitting since the mailman thinks I'm a Mr. Anyway)) and swigged another case bottle of water.

Around 4 a.m., in the midst of a Sister Wives Marathon (creepily addictive) I got up for my 987th trip to the bathroom to pee my little guts out.  As I was sitting on the pot, minding my own beeswax, this spider came running at me at breakneck speed!  I panicked because here I was cornered, caught literally with my (under)pants down!  Around my ankles no less!  I didn't have the time (or the manual dexterity for that matter...you know, naked butt and all) to grab a shoe so I just grabbed a piece of toilet paper and squished him.

Or so I thought.  That little bugger was speedy and shot back out of the inadequate piece of TP.  But I was faster and turned again and caught him!  Ha!  Squashed him dead!  I threw the TP in the toity and continued on with my business.  Which really was just #1 people, but the whole spider incident was making it take longer.

Suddenly I felt something running across my bum!  AAAAAAGH IT'S THE SPIDER!!!!!!THERE'S A SPIDER ON MY ARSE!  HELP ME RHONDA!!!

Oh my gosh, breathe!  BREATHE!  No, No, of course it wasn't the spider.  It was just a little run away pee since I stood up in the whole process to catch that damn arachnid.

But it freaked me out for a second.  I mean, really.  Could you imagine the call to my Dr if it really had been?  Um, Hi, Yes, this is Stacy, I was in there earlier today?  Yeah, um, well I passed the stone, but now I have a bigger problem.  It has 8 legs and 4 eyes.  Should I go to the ER again?

Is this really my life?

Trick or Treat?

This weekend I was house/dog sitting for my friends in Park City.  You might remember the Naked Hot Tub incident of '09. 

Yep, same house.

This weekend was going to be insanely busy and I should have said I couldn't sit for them.  Actually, I did say I couldn't sit for them, but then I felt guilty about not serving others, blah blah blah and called them back and said I would do it.  Ok, fine, really it's because she offered to pay me.  But whatever.

I'll spare you all the details of the weekend, but suffice it to say, Saturday was nuts and I was exhausted by the time I got back "home" Saturday night. Sunday I woke up , drove the 50 minutes back to my house and went to church.  I was feeling exhausted, crabby and more than a little sick.

After church, I drove back up to Park City.  I tried to take a nap but the 3 dogs wouldn't let me.  So I threw the ball around for a while, made some cookies, and started feeling more and more sick.  At 6:30 I sent my sister a semi joke text "I think my appendix is bursting".  20 minutes later I decided it was no longer a joke.  She offered to drive up and get me, but I said I would just lay down for a while and see if the pain went away.

Fast forward 1 hour.  I am crying from pain.  I drove myself to the emergency room and told my sis to meet me there.  A few thousand dollars hours later, cat scan results showed I had a kidney stone.  I was all doped up on pain killers (bless you pharmaceutical company) so we had to leave my car there and drive the hour back home.

After a night of the worst pain in my life, a morning of throwing up and crying, hours of restless sleep, I was starting to feel better.  I assumed I had passed the stone, and I was feeling like I got off pretty easily.

Until the Percaset wore off.

I am currently drugged up again and feeling pretty good.  I'm a little afraid of that  4 hour mark though when the pills wear off.

I have been receiving many kind comments and phone calls today.  And then I received these two from my dad and sister:

Dad - So, last year she had a gall stone and this year she has a kidney stone?  Are we sure her head's not full of rocks and they are working their way down her body?

Sister - Either that or since she can't get anyone to give her a diamond, her body knows the only way for her to get some sort of rock is to produce them on it's own.


Ha Ha.  Very funny.

The Difference Between Children and Adults

When I was a child, if I had woken up to this...

in October,

 I would have thought....

"Woo Hoo!  I am so excited!  Awesome!!!!!"

However now that I am an adult, instead I thought......

"@!*X0C@!!"

The Great Cake Debate

Friday we are having our annual Halloween Potluck at work.  I signed up for dessert because, well, that's my favorite food group.  I am thinking about making this:

 Isn't he cute? 

Unfortunately my decision has sparked the instant message Great Cake Debate of 2010 between myself and my friend Cat.


Cat:  He looks so sad
Me:  Well he's about to get eaten. You'd look sad too
Cat:  Lol. But he doesn't know that he's gonna get eaten
Me:  He must suspect. He's made from cupcakes and frosting
Cat:  Do you think he realizes that though? :)


I decided she was probably right and will make a Score Trifle instead.

I love you Kitty Cat!

All in a day's work

I have a secret that I am about to confess to you all.  I am broke.  Ok, so those that know me know that's not really a secret.  But I am.  It's true. Broke as a joke.  Couldn't be because of my shopping habit.  Nope, I'm sure that's not it.

Anywhooo...after much thought I decided a few weeks ago that it was time for me to get a 2nd job.  I called up my old boss Cindy that I worked for a hundred years ago and got a job lickity split at a clothing store.  Now, this might not have been my smartest move.  Because this particular clothing store is part of the reason that I'm broke in the first place.  But I am strong.  I am invincible.   I will use this money for good (bills) and not for evil (darling burgundy, pink and black shirt with shiny buttons).

Tonight was my first night.  I was pretty nervous because I haven't worked retail in a few years.  And this store is pretty large and there are lots and lots of clothes.  And because I'm still running to the bathroom every half hour or so.  Damn Montezuma.  He really did a number on me.

But despite my fears my first night went pretty well.  I helped this really cute lady buy an outfit for her daughter's wedding.  I felt really good during the sale because she kept saying how wonderful I was and that she had been really discouraged before she came in and now she's found something she loves. 

And then I helped this other lady that was a little odd.  She tried on 10 different jackets and didn't like the way any of them fit.  I didn't have the heart to tell her that they were basically the exact same jacket except with different patterns and colors on them.  She just really wanted that jacket.  She ended up leaving empty handed but she told me that I was really nice and she asked if she could give me a hug.  Um, ok, sure.  I guess she didn't see my invisible "I don't hug crazy people" sign.

So the weird hugging incident aside, and the brief germ freak outs, I survived my first night.

And then I came home and had 2 cupcakes for dinner.

The end.

My week in Mexico!

I just got back from a 7 day vacay in Mexico with my family.  

We had a great time.

We......

Enjoyed the view from our patio

 Tried new foods in several delightful restaurants

  

Snorkled with tropical fish (and an eel...yuck!)

Made friends with the locals

 

and even shared a room with one of them.

 We called him Newton, the Newt.

We swam in the Ocean at the private beach at our resort

Walked through the Flea market in downtown Puerto Vallarta

Marveled over many gorgeous sunsets

 And celebrated my birthday with a surprise cake!

A fabulous time was had by all!  

We will take with us many memories of a great week.  

Though the memory that will stick with us the longest 

will definitely be of the place where we all spent the most time each day.

Maybe next time we don't invite good ole Montezuma, ok?

Thanks Mom and Dad!  Sure love you!

Tasty Tuesday - Hot Buns

Hmmm...I might have gotten off subject today.

Enjoy!