Forgive Me Bloggers, For I Have Sinned

i said i would be right back and then...crickets.  a big fatty liar.  i really thought january was going to be a super slow month for me.  and it was business-wise.  but every other corner of my life got busy on my booty.  holy heck...it's february!  so let me confess a few completely embarrassing things to y'all.  i'm blushing but they are true.  and so just "me" that i know you will understand and laugh. 

* i have yet to finish, let alone mail, some of my christmas gifts.  and none of them are wrapped yet.  i seriously cannot believe december is over.  scratch that.  i cannot believe another december is less than 10 months away.  where did the time go?  we are 1/12 finished with 2011. 

* i had a job interview last week.  i told you i am shaking things up in 2011.  making changes.  gettin' jiggy with it.  well that morning i didn't feel great.  i had a little tummy bug the night before actually.  but there aren't many days when i don't have some sort of stomach issue.  that's why i gave up gluten.  most of the time i just go about my day and ignore the discomfort.  but this was an actual bug.  legit.  up most of the night.  but like most of these things, it came on and left fairly quickly.  so by the time i went to the interview in late afternoon, i was feeling fine.  and wasn't nervous at all for the interview either.  i actually love interviews, first dates, and sorority recruitment.  they are all the same.  you just talk about yourself and act polite.  no easier task in the world.  cake.  so i went in and had a great interview.  i really liked the interviewer and totally dig the organization so it was fun.  good conversation.  i left.  got in my car, turned on the heat, took a deep breath and....threw up!  less than two minutes after leaving the interview.  if i had talked for two more minutes i would have been in the interviewer's office!  now before you scream in horror, it wasn't some b movie scene.  it was a small quantity, entirely rescued by my scarf.  that is thankfully machine washable.  but still.  it is what it is.  and it ain't purdy, that's for damn sure.  i was mortified.  it was dark and after hours and i am positive that no one saw anything.  but still.  the funny thing is that i really did feel ok before and after the "incident."  i also didn't get the job.  but i was at peace with that.  i knew i rocked the interview but also knew it wasn't the right position for me.  i can't explain why.  i'm odd.  but at peace.  and keeping food down nicely now too.

* as you well know, i worship diet coke.  well my true love and passion is actually mcdonald's diet coke because their special recipe (they really do have their own recipe for those who are doubting me) is ah-maz-ing.  i don't indulge very often but it really is my happy place somewhere in the middle of that good ice and big straw cup of fake color brown bubbly rot my insides liquid goodness.  but i like to keep caffeine free diet coke on hand at home for days when i have a "need."  cvs was having a sale so i stocked up.  like the junkie i am.  but the day i was bringing the coughfivecough cases inside (this will last me all winter so don't leave comments about me and my bad diet.  i'm fine.  it's caf free.  it was on sale.  i eat my veggies.  relax max.), it was snowing and slippery.  which is a fairly permanent state lately.  grumble!  but i digress.  coke.  bringing it inside.  five cases.  and a girl who wanted to bring those, plus groceries, inside in two trips.  so the last trip i had groceries and then three cases of pop shoved under my arms and well, this is not earth shattering.  everyone has carried crap from a car to a house.  visualize.  i went about my evening.  thought nothing of it. 

until i woke up the next day with pain down my left side.  i figured i slept funny and ignored it.  are you sensing a pattern in my personal medical assessment here?  ignore is always my first method of treatment.  i'm like the opposite of a hypochondriac.  whatever that might be.  anyway, i went about my day.  it was a busy day and about 4 pm i realized this was more serious.  i was in actual, wincing as a try to take deep breaths pain.  not being able to breathe is kind of not great, right?  it hurt like heck.  so i went home and got in bed in the only position that was sort of comfortable.  i had a girls night planned but that got cancelled the night before.  then i was invited to dinner that afternoon but clearly had to bail due to my inability to sit upright.  bummer.  so fast forward several days i am still have some pain.  but it is much much better compared to where it started.  if it wasn't improving i would have gone to the doctor.  i promise.  i've had to sleep on my back, which i loathe.  yet another reason i should never get prego.  but i can, for the most part, breathe normally now.  always a good thing.  and my bending is getting much better. 

you are probably wondering why i told you that dumb diet coke story, right?  well the only thing i can come up with that could have caused me to do whatever it is that i did (pull a muscle or bruise my side or a rib?  is that even possible?) is carrying the cases of pop under my arms on my left side.  i know it was that side as the railing to the stairs is on the right.  and after i fell down the stairs last summer, i am like a little old lady going up and down stairs.  i hold on to that rail for dear life.  it had to have been my addiction to diet coke and unwillingness to make an extra trip to bring in the diet coke that caused days worth of serious pain. 

the moral is, buying pop on sale isn't always a great deal in the end.  oh you thought my life lesson would be to drink more water?  pish posh...have we met?  seriously.

* after two days inside, i was out of my mind stir crazy.  so i decided to celebrate feeling a bit better by taking a little drive.  to mcdonald's for a diet coke.  (it's been an odd week but i really do go weeks at a time without drinking anything that bubbles.  usually.)